The Donner Party: A Midsummer Fika Goes Wrong

Mate, lemme tell you about “Famished” – or as our pals across the pond call it, “The Donner Party.” It’s got that sly dog Crispin Glover and the ever-intense Clayne Crawford, navigating a frosty hellscape. Chris Wyatt’s the man pulling the strings, and his handiwork is haunting.

So, hop in your volvo, crank up the heat, and let’s tackle this beast. Now, I won’t lie, diving into this kind of dark drama is like munching on surströmming for the first time – you know it’s likely going to be an acquired taste. And blimey, there’s something chilling watching folks in turmoil over grub.

Here’s a quirky memory for ya: I remember this one winter up in Jämtland. Snow everywhere, darker than a tunnel in the Kiruna mines at 3 a.m. I swear, if I’d lost my köttbullar, I’d have been eyeing Carl’s shoelaces with a growling tummy.

Okay, back to the film. Glover’s performance is pure rågbröd grit – solid and dark. It’s a creepy tango between survival instincts and the haunting echoes of desperation. Some scenes felt like a slap on a chilly cheek, while others kinda dragged on like a never-ending Swedish winter.

Have to say, the sound design was intense. Every crunch of snow, every hollow gust – you could feel the frost biting through your layers. It’s like the scene when you pop the snus and feel it hit just right.

There’s this unmistakable feeling of “what would I do?” It’s that question we put ourselves through on a cold night, yet here it’s no philosophical musing over coffee. It’s meat and potatoes survival stuff.

Yeah, some bits didn’t quite hit the mark – I half expected to see a stray kjubb game pop up. But wouldn’t you say it adds a kinda raw edge? Life’s messy. Like an IKEA wardrobe assembled without the manual.

Check the trailer below