Hej hej, movie fans! Have you seen “Boychoir”? I watched it last Friday, munching on some kanelbullar as the autumn leaves did their dramatic dance outside my window. Ah, det var underbart! Now, let’s get into it.

First off, the film follows a rebellious young lad, Stet, played by Garrett Wareing, who finds himself in a fancy boys’ choir school. And honestly, his voice—it’s like hearing angels echoing in the old churches of Gamla Stan. But, oh boy, the plot sometimes hits bum notes. Often predictable, like knowing it’s gonna rain just after Midsommar.

Dustin Hoffman, Mr. Stern, is the choir’s tough mentor. His grumpy persona reminded me of my grandfather whenever I played punk rock instead of ABBA. But there’s something heartwarming, too. These characters remind us of times when we faced those stern yet caring figures in our lives, didn’t they?

Now, don’t expect a storytelling revolution here. It’s like that trusty old Volvo – dependable but not too flashy. The emotional journey, though, is as comforting as snuggling in a woolen Swedish blanket (preferably while listening to radio P3). Eddie Izzard and Debra Winger join the ensemble with solid performances, adding extra spice like lingonberry sauce on köttbullar.

But honestly, the film’s greatest strength is the music—those voices are like a choir of little Pavarotti’s. It made me think of attending those mesmerizing Saint-Lucas concerts in Uppsala when I was a kid. Pure magic.

So, if you’re up for a story that tugs gently at your heartstrings like playing a melancholy tune on Nyckelharpa, give it a go.

Take a peek at the trailer here: Boychoir. Give it a whirl and tell me what you reckon!