Hej hej! Let me tell you about *Red Dog: True Blue*. A sequel or maybe a prequel? Well, it’s both! And honestly, those mixed time frames sometimes make my head spin. But hang in there with me because this film has some charm, I promise.
Picture this: you’re in the blazing Australian outback, the air dry as crispbread, and there’s this pup. Red Dog. The film tries to capture the magic of a boy’s friendship with this dog, and there are moments it nearly pulls it off. The landscapes are stunning — makes you wonder if *Pelle Erövraren* would have been different set in such a vast expanse.
The storyline itself is like my grandma’s old recipe for kåldolmar — full of warmth but maybe a bit predictable. Young Mick’s adventures with Red Dog tug at the heartstrings, no doubt about that. You can almost feel the dust on your face and the heat on your back — like that summer in Västerbotten when I got lost in the woods. Just nature and, thankfully, my dad’s old hound who guided me back with his wise ol’ eyes. That trust, that connection — it’s something this film taps into really well.
But, here’s the thing, sometimes the pacing gets as slow as waiting for the bus in a January snowstorm. Now and then, I found myself drifting off, mentally planning my next fika instead of staying glued to the screen.
And I dunno—maybe it’s just me, but I felt like the film couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to be a kid’s movie or something deeper for adults. Kind of like having lingonberry jam with herring—some might love it, some might not.
Overall, if you’re in for a laid-back experience with your friends or family, I say go for it. Just don’t expect it to be the meatiest meatball on the smorgasbord. Have a peep at the trailer and make up your own mind!
