Incendiary: A Flicker of Mind and Heart

So I just watched *Incendiary*, and folks, to say I’m mixed is a bit of an understatement. Directed by Sharon Maguire—yes, the one who gave us Bridget Jones’s diary moments I know we all secretly adore—and starring the magnificent Michelle Williams, it was like biting into a semla expecting cream, only to find a surprise almond paste explosion.

The film kicks off with this emotional rollercoaster that, honestly, had my heart ping-ponging all over the place. Williams plays a grieving mother in such an ethereal yet grounded way that it nearly made my fika taste like cardboard. It’s the stuff of Oscars, really—or at least Guldbaggen.

Now, I remember back in 2008, I had this camping trip planned with my mates up in Jämtland. It was snowy and everything, but we’d huddle inside the tent and talk films for hours. Someone mentioned watching a trailer for *Incendiary*, claiming it felt a bit like that camping—intense, unpredictable, and could either end in wonder or in disaster. They weren’t totally wrong.

Ewan McGregor, with his intense gaze, left me pondering many existential questions, none of which I have answers for. It kind of felt like my endless search for a perfect kanelbulle in Stockholm—satisfying but not quite the eureka moment.

Sadly, some parts tried too hard, like when your farfar tells a joke at Christmas dinner and nobody quite gets it. And the balance of chaos and emotion sometimes felt like trying to eat filmjölk with a fork, frustrating yet weirdly compelling.

But who am I kidding? Go watch it. Taste the chaos. We can rant or rave together over kanelbullar and coffee.

Check the trailer below