Oh, “Julia”, You’ve Got My Heart in a Pickle!

Hey, film mates! 🎬 So, I just caught “Julia”, and let me tell ya, it’s a rollercoaster of heart and chaos. Picture this: It’s a cold, pitch-black November evening—exactly the type you’d wanna skip our Swedish gloominess for a sauna, but instead, I found joy in a theater seat!

Meryl Streep—bless her eternal talent—plays Julia, a character so layered you’d need a shovel to dig through. And as luck would have it (or was it fate?), the maestro of cinema, Steven Spielberg, is behind the camera *this* time.

Remember when you’re at Midnattsloppet in Stockholm, running your heart out, and suddenly you realize you’ve spent more time gasping at the beautiful chaos around you than focusing on your pace? That’s what this film does. It’s brilliant and overwhelming and… sometimes a bit wobbly, not unlike my skates last winter.

There’s one scene where the smell of summer rain on cobblestones was so vivid, I was back in Gamla Stan with my grandpa, who always believed rain was “God’s way of saying ‘wake up and smell the roses!'”. That nostalgia hit me like a ton of knäckebröd.

But, there’s an odd bit pacing-wise, like when your GPS voice seems to stutter before finding the route again. You almost yell, “Where are we going, Spielberg?” But with acting juggernauts like Morgan Freeman popping in, you forgive any detours.

Oh, and did I feel the heartwarming awkwardness! How the film dances around themes of friendship and memory is like trying to find the best raggmunk in town—sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s spot-on, but always unforgettable.

So, grab a kanelbulle, folks, and check out “Julia”. It’s a bit like life; sometimes you complain, sometimes you laugh, but always unique. Who needs perfect, anyway?

Check the trailer below