Boogie Woogie: A Colorful Storm in an Art-Swamped Cup

Alrigghtt, gather ’round fellow film lovers! I just got back from watching “Boogie Woogie,” and wow, what a ride. If Alan Cumming and Stellan Skarsgård on the same screen got you excited, you’re in for a fun time. And directed by Duncan Ward, the film’s got style, no doubt. But does it all add up? Let’s dig in.

So, picture this: you’re at your local kunstmuseum, surrounded by rich folks flinging cash around like confetti at a wedding. That’s basically what “Boogie Woogie” is all about. It’s glitzy, loud, and makes you question the sanity of it all. The satire is thick here, like that gravy Aunt Inga pours over Christmas meatballs.

The cast! Woman of pure talent Heather Graham, and then we got Danny Huston doing his thing, always nailing those sleazeball roles. Plus, Gillian Anderson—yes, Scully!—glams up the screen.

But let’s be honest, the plot’s like an abstract painting: colorful but all over the place. Love triangles? More like love hexagons! Every character’s tangled up in some sort of chaos, but ain’t that like life? Makes me think of when I bought my first piece of art, a print of Lilla torg, only to spill coffee on it—art and disaster mingling in perfect harmony.

What lingers with me is this: the film’s about greed, ego, ambition. Common stuff, sure, but deeply human. It kinda hit me thinking of those artists who come to Svenskt Tenn events, hoping their pieces catch a rich collector’s eye. Roots run deep, huh?

In the end, “Boogie Woogie” sizzles with energy. Sure, it feels overcaffeinated, but there’s charm in this mess. Watch it if you’re up for a visually vivid yet messy romp through the art world’s wackiest side. You’ll walk away both dazzled and dizzy. Kanske a bit like after a wild night in Stockholm’s Stureplan.

Check the trailer below