My One and Only: Ramble Through Nostalgia and Fancy Cars

So, pals, let’s chat about “My One and Only” — you know the one with the ever-charming Renée Zellweger, looking crisp as a freshly ironed shirt. Directed by Richard Loncraine, this film takes us on a quirky road trip through 1950s America with a trunk full of dreams and, ironically, a shortage of cash.

Honestly, the first thing that hit me was the cars. Oh, those beautifully polished, vintage cars! It’s like… standing by E4 in mid-sommar, watching the classic car rally pass by, feeling that warm breeze and the roar of those engines echoing like deep-sounding violins. You can almost smell the petrol, and for a second, 1950s America doesn’t feel so far from Vaxholm, eh?

Anyway, Zellweger’s portrayal of Anne is both refreshing and complex. Her journey, from pampered to self-reliant, reminds me of those tales my mormor used to tell — about how she toughed it out in the 60s, with her own version of a “big adventure” across the Swedish countryside, minus the financial melodrama, of course.

Zellweger shares the screen with Logan Lerman, who brings a youthful uncertainty to the role of George. He’s awkward but in that teenage, endearing way that’s actually quite relatable. Remember being a kid, unsure of where life would lead, just hoping it’d be somewhere where they serve kladdkaka on Fridays?

Loncraine doesn’t push boundaries here. It’s more of a comfy blanket of nostalgia — safe, warm, and maybe a bit predictably patterned. Sure, you won’t find any mind-bending David Lynch-style craziness, but sometimes life’s just about enjoying the ride.

In the end, “My One and Only” might not break new cinematic ground, but it does offer a charming, albeit sugarcoated, look at resilience and reinvention. It’s like pulling on a cozy pair of raggsockor and getting comfy on the sofa—satisfying in its simplicity. So grab some popcorn, set your spirits on cruise control, and enjoy.

Check the trailer below