Alright, let’s talk about “Negative.” So I watched this film last night, and let me tell you, it’s like sipping a slightly off latte—there’s a mix of intriguing tastes, but something’s just a bit funky.

First off, the plot is like a detective noir with a modern twist. We follow Hollis, a guy with a shady past, who gets tangled up with Natalie, a femme fatale on the run. Now, the chemistry between these two? It’s electric. Feels like those awkward first dates at Espresso House when you can’t decide if you hate or love the person in front of you.

The cinematography is pretty slick, I must say. The play with shadows and light really gives it a gritty, almost Stockholm-in-the-winter feel. You know, when it’s dark at 3 PM and you’re wondering what you’re doing with your life. The director has a knack for capturing the bleak beauty of urban landscapes, and that’s something I truly appreciated.

But—and here’s the big but—the pacing, my friends, oh boy. It’s like a slow dance at a high school disco, where you’re not quite sure if you should laugh or cry. One moment it’s full throttle, and then suddenly we’re in a snail race. By the way, the score? A bit too dramatic for my taste. It felt like putting ABBA on blast during a quiet fika; just doesn’t fit.

Now, a funny thing happened. There’s this scene with a classic car chase, right? Classic American muscle cars screeching through narrow streets. Reminded me of that one time I tried to parallel park my dad’s old Volvo in Gamla Stan. Complete disaster, but a memorable one.

Overall, “Negative” packs some exciting thrills, and the lead actors really carry the film. Kinda like that time I discovered räkmacka—the shrimp sandwich—contemplating its greatness while still unsure about the dill on top.

I’d say give it a shot, like trying surströmming for the first time. Maybe it’ll grow on you, or maybe it’ll just stink up your evening.

Check out the trailer here:
Negative