Room in Rome: An Unforgettable Night with Margherita and Boris

So, the other night, I finally got around to watchin’ “Room in Rome.” With my usual intrigue for a film that promises introspection and intimacy, I settled down with a smörgåsbord of snacks—what’s a movie night without some kanelbullar, right? Anyway, this piece directed by Julio Medem—a chap who’s given us films like “Sex and Lucia”—drew me right in.

Starring the fabulous Elena Anaya and the captivating Natasha Yarovenko, “Room in Rome” is kinda like watching an emotional tennis match. But it’s just got one set—one room in Rome, precisely. The whole film unfolds over a single night, which reminded me of that time back in Göteborg when I spent an entire night talkin’ with a stranger at a café by the river. Same blend of mystery and connection.

Now, let’s be clear. The cinematography, handled by the maestro himself, makes use of Rome as more than just a backdrop—it’s almost like the third character in this lil’ ensemble. The gentle glow of the city, bouncing off the whispers and confessions, is something to marvel at. Honestly, the visuals pull you in and before you know it, you’re roaming the cobbled streets in your imagination.

A part of me is still on the fence, though. The dialogue, while intense, feels overly poetic at times. It’s like they’ve been munching on too many Ingrid Bergman scripts. Sure, there’s beauty in whispered sweetness, but a little less “Shakespearean sonnet,” maybe?

By the end, you’re left wondering about the nature of love, strangers, and fleeting connections. It’s raw, bold, and if you’re in the mood for exploring the vulnerabilities and complexities of relationships, “Room in Rome” definitely deserves a spot in your film diary. Just grab your fika first—you’ll wanna savor this one.

Check the trailer below