Okay, here we go! Gomorrah, huh? An Italian muck-dive into the gritty underbelly of Naples. It’s like a spaghetti-western, but with actual spaghetti and more gunfire. Seriously, the film pulls no punches—or kicks or whatever—when showing the life of the Camorra crime syndicate. The camera work? It’s almost like a documentary. You can smell the sweat of fear right through your screen. It really packs a punch, liksom trying rakfisk for the first time—intense and maybe not for everyone.

The film’s vibe is raw, a bit like the streets of Stockholm at 2 AM after a dimpa at Gamla Stan. It’s not polished but that’s the point. It’s as if they peeled off the layer of glamour that we often slap on organized crime in films, and what’s left is a sticky, grim reality. The storyline meanders, almost like a Swedish-style detour through the forest since sometimes you’re not sure where it’s heading, but that unpredictability makes it more real, more unsettling.

I’m gonna be straight with you—some characters were hard to follow. Maybe that’s because I was half chasing my cat through the flat at the same time. But it’s fascinating how they weave these disparate lives together. The film leaves you pondering about choices, power, and how getting caught up in the ‘biz’ ain’t too similar from choosing whether to seat bikes at Gröna Lund or the ferris wheel.

The film made me reminisce about a trip to Naples, where I saw clotheslines stretching across narrow alleys. Real-life set pieces that stunningly mirrored the film. In Mumindalen, we don’t tango with crime syndicates (I hope), but the film’s socio-political layers resonate everywhere, even here.

Anyway, it’s one of those films you watch on a rainy Tuesday, when you’re in the mood for the heavy stuff, okey? Not your typical feel-good flick, but definitely a mind-rattler. Not bad for an evening distraction, but I’d say, maybe save the popcorn for something lighter.

You wanna take a peek? Here’s the trailer: Gomorrah