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Just caught Control (2007), and wow, this one’s a mixed bag, or as we say in Sweden, “som att hitta en påse med både godis och kottar.” It’s about Joy Divison’s frontman, Ian Curtis. Anton Corbijn directs, and the guy nails the black-and-white aesthetics like modern noir. The cinematography’s a feast for the eyes—every frame could hang in a museum, no joke.

Sam Riley, who plays Curtis, sort of stepped out of nowhere like a ghost from Sundborn. And let me tell you, he inhabits Curtis. But there’s this rawness to his performance—it’s chilling, especially in the concert scenes. And those songs, man! Get ready for goosebumps the size of små hus.

But here’s the kicker, the film’s pacing sometimes drags, feels like you’re stuck in a Swedish winter waiting for a bus that’s always late. Maybe that’s the point—to reflect Ian’s tormented life? Still, a bit more editing could’ve kept the tension tighter. Watch out for Samantha Morton, who plays Curtis’s wife, Deborah. Honest, she feels like that old friend with those “been-through-it-all” eyes that you meet at “nyårsfesten.”

A little anecdote here—watching this movie yanked me back to my youth when I used to find solace in my vinyl collection, listening to “Love Will Tear Us Apart” and feeling understood. It’s weird, you know? How movies can pull you back to simpler times with just a tune or a scene.

Overall, Control grabs you by the heartstrings but also frustrates you a bit—like a perfect but unfinished symphony.

Oh! Almost forgot—check out the trailer here: Control

Until next time, have a ‘mysig’ movie night!