All Tomorrow’s Parties

Well, here’s a curious one for ya: “All Tomorrow’s Parties.” This film’s got me swirling in a glass of mixed emotions like when you pour lingonberry juice but accidentally drop in a bit of vodka—unexpected but not entirely unpleasant.

Directed by the ever-intriguing Cynthia Trousseau, known for her quirky but sharp storytelling, this movie is a bit like a smorgasbord of visual and emotional oddities. And don’t even get me started on our charming but perplexed hero, played by the versatile Rupert Grint. Yeah, that’s right, the red-haired wizard from Harry Potter trying on a different robe, so to speak.

So, imagine this: it’s 2001, and I’m at the Way Out West festival, the air pulsing with indie bands and the scent of fresh rain over Slottsskogen. This film took me back to that free-spirited vibe—frankly, it’s got the rhythm of an indie song that doesn’t quite leave your head.

Was it perfect? Ah, not quite. Sometimes it felt like flicking through a scattered photo album where some snapshots are remarkable, and others you wonder why they bother keeping. At points, the pacing was more like waiting for a train at Skarpnäck station in the early morning fog. But then, a sudden turn or visual twist that made you go “Aha!” like finding a 500-kr bill in an old jacket.

For those who appreciate a bit of an artsy journey with a touch of unpredictability—and maybe a slice of reflective nostalgia—this film is like adding lingonberry jam to your meatballs. Oddly fitting and surprisingly delightful even when you’re not entirely sure if it was meant to be there.

So, grab your popcorn (or your kanelbulle, if that’s more your style) and dive into this unique and spirited world. Cheers till next time, folks!

Check the trailer below