My Best Friend’s Baby: A Rollercoaster Ride of Chuckles and Cringes

Hej, guys! So, I just watched “My Best Friend’s Baby” and I gotta say, it’s like having surströmming for the first time—you’re not quite sure if you’re loving it or holding your nose. Directed by the ever-so-talented Sofia Erikson (who’s that again? I should probably google her later), this movie got me feeling all the feels, even if sometimes it feels like it’s trying a bit too hard.

You’ve got Emma Johansson playing the lead, who manages to bring some genuine emotion between, well, some rather predictable rom-com clichés. And then there’s Mark Wahlberg—yeah, he’s in this one, delivering his usual mix of charm and slightly confused expressions. I swear, at one point, he looks like he forgot his lines and just ran with it.

Now, Erikson, I think, was trying to keep things grounded in reality—like fika with your best mate—but somewhere between baby diapers and awkward declarations of love, we end up with this slightly off-kilter mix.

I gotta share this lil’ story: the baby’s antics reminded me so much of my nephew during last year’s midsommar when we all tried dancing around the maypole. It was chaos. Absolute chaos. Just like those wild baby scenes.

The soundtrack? It’s like listening to old ABBA records, comforting and slightly nostalgic. But, there were moments I felt more Frida and less Agnetha, if you catch my drift.

There are times the film hits a sweet note, capturing the essence of friendship and family, and other times I’m just shaking my head, wondering what they were thinking. But then again, aren’t we all a bit like that occasional Swedish weather—unpredictable but with charm?

In the end, maybe just grab a bowl of köttbullar, sit back, and enjoy the ride. Or at least, enjoy the eye-candy and some genuine laughs. Skål!

Check the trailer below