Live Nude Girls: A Swedish Twist on American Drama

Okay, let’s talk about “Live Nude Girls,” folks. This 1995 film directed by Julianna Lavin is like entering a time capsule filled with polyester dresses and those oversized cell phones that look like you’re speaking into a brick. It’s brimming with humor and—well, to be honest—a solid dose of 90s awkwardness.

Here we have a cocktail of vibrant actresses: Kim Cattrall, before her ‘Sex and the City’ days, feeling out the world of girlfriend gab and sharing some, how should I put it, pretty revealing insights. Then there’s Dana Delany, who always has something magnetic about her, and Cynthia Stevenson who just brings that Woody Allen-esque neurotic charm to the screen.

This movie feels a bit like sitting in a café in Söder on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. It’s warm and cozy, with a hint of nostalgia. One can almost hear the familiar clickety-clack of trams outside your window as you sip on your kaffe och bulle. Speaking of cafés, the characters spend much of the time chugging wine and waxing poetic about men and sex—topics that never quite go out of style, right?

Now I have to admit, at times the storyline wobbles, a bit like when you’re trying to cycle home after a kräftskiva. Episodic highs and lows, with some awkward scripting. But hey, maybe that’s part of its charm? It’s almost like listening to your grandma’s stories at family reunions—sometimes confusing, sometimes enlightening.

One memory this flick triggered was a late-night chat around Midsommar with my closest friends about love, which was as chaotic and enlightening. There’s something universal about sitting around, dissecting life’s mysteries with a side of laughter and light mockery.

So, is it perfect? Hardly. But for a piece of 90s nostalgia and a taste of genuine girl-talk—it certainly leaves you with a grin. Give it a whirl, I can’t promise enlightenment, but sometimes we all need to just unwind.

Check the trailer below