Alright folks, grab your cups of kaffe, ’cause I’ve got a doozy for you today. Ghostwood. Yep, that’s what I delved into last night, snuggled under my knäppa pläd as the autumn winds howled outside.

First off, Ghostwood ain’t your typical spookfest. It’s more of a atmospheric, spine-tingling journey rather than a blood-and-guts horror show. The plot revolves around an old, abandoned manor deep in the Swedish woods, and let’s just say, it’s got more secrets buried than a midsommar midnight.

Now, I won’t spoil too much, but the cinematography here—wow—it’s as mesmerizing as a snowy Stockholm evening. The way they use shadows and light, it’s almost poetic. At times, I was half-expecting Bibi Andersson to waltz out from the dark, smirking with that classic Bergman flair. Speaking of smirking, the characters…well, they’re a mixed bag. The lead, a tormented writer presumably based on every struggling author ever, sometimes feels a bit too tortured, if you catch my drift. I mean, we get it—he’s got issues!

There’s this one eerie scene in the film, folks, with whispers echoing through the woods, and it transported me straight back to my scouting days near Mullsjö. We’d sit around the campfire, telling ghost stories, and suddenly, you’d hear a twig snap. Hearts racing faster than ever. That’s the exact vibe you get from Ghostwood, an unsettling yet oddly nostalgic chill.

But, here’s the snag—some parts drag a little. Maybe it’s the filmmaker’s attempt at a slow burn, but there were moments where my mind wandered, thinking about whether I left the milk out. And yeah, the dialogue, it can be somewhat stilted. Like, who talks like that naturally anymore? Nobody in Östersund, that’s for sure.

All in all, Ghostwood ain’t perfect, but it’s an experience. If you’re into atmospheric, Swedish horror with a hint of the past, it’s worth a watch. Just don’t go expecting a ghost popping out every five minutes.

Oh, before I forget, you can check out the trailer here: Ghostwood

So, that’s my two cents.