You know, when the title “Seeking Justice” first flashed across the screen, I admit, I was a bit skeptical. With Nicolas Cage at the helm, sometimes you don’t quite know what you’re gonna get, like reaching for surströmming and getting a fresh herring instead. But here we are.

This film throws us into an intense whirlwind that’s part thriller, part existential self-help seminar. Cage plays Will Gerard, a peaceful teacher who gets sucked into a vigilante justice group after a personal tragedy. It’s a bit like saying to your neighbor, “Could you please water the garden while we’re away?” and coming back to find they’ve redecorated your whole house. Unsettling and unexpectedly complicated.

The pace of the movie was like a rollercoaster at Liseberg… once you’re on it, there’s no getting off. Each scene unfolded with the suspenseful tension of waiting for the winter snow in Stockholm — unpredictable and utterly engaging. However, some bits felt overdramatic, like if someone added too much salt to the julskinka. Can we really take Cage seriously pulling off those dramatic faces? That’s up for debate, I guess.

But there’s this moment – late at night, the city lights twinkling, and you can almost feel that cold Malt whiskey glass in your hand – where the film really made me think. It reminded me of a night in Kiruna where I ended up lost. No GPS, just me and a sky full of stars. Much like Will’s journey, sometimes you go searching for justice and end up finding pieces of yourself instead.

Ultimately, if you like your thrillers with a splash of cheese and a dash of introspection, check it out. It’s a bumpy ride but hey, aren’t those the ones worth taking?