Celebrity Sex Tape: A Hodgepodge of Glitter and Gauze

You know that moment when you’re on a night ferry to Gotland, and you’re balancing a plate of meatballs while the boat rolls—trying not to spill? Watching Celebrity Sex Tape feels kind of like that. It’s chaotic, a bit of a mess, yet strangely entertaining.

Right off the bat, let’s talk about the cast. We’ve got the curiously charming Jack Cullison and some lesser-known faces like Howard Cai and Jonathan Brett. None of them are household names like our beloved Max von Sydow, but they play their parts with a certain rawness that’s oddly refreshing. And let’s not forget director Scott Wheeler—his resume is like a pot-luck dinner, you never know what dish you’re gonna get.

There’s a scene, for instance, where the characters are frantically trying to retrieve the titular “tape,” and I couldn’t help but think of the time my brother and I tried to sneak back into a movie theater in Västervik to grab the jacket I left behind. Panic, whispers, and shushing one another—it was like we were part of a heist film.

Now, the plot, if you can call it that, is about as predictable as Midsummer rain in Sweden. It’s got a take on fame’s fleeting nature, sprinkled with slapstick comedy. Look, I’m all for a good laugh, but sometimes you just think: “Did they write this on a napkin over fika?”

Yet, this is where you kind of like it. It doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not. It’s comfort food cinema—like having köttbullar, knowing they’re not gourmet but enjoying them anyway. Maybe I’m a sucker for chaotic charm, or maybe it’s the nostalgia of simpler flicks.

So grab a friend, some snacks, and think of it as a Saturday evening experiment. You’ll probably have a chuckle, or two, and maybe find that losing control isn’t always that bad.

Check the trailer below