Sherrybaby: A Real Gritty Slice of Life

Imagine this: it’s 2 AM and I’m tossing and turning, thinking about Maggie Gyllenhaal. Can you believe it? I was captivated by her performance in “Sherrybaby,” directed by Laurie Collyer. A film so raw it hits like a summer fist fight in Kungsträdgården, you know what I mean?

So, here we have Sherry Swanson, fresh out of the slammer, trying to reconnect with her daughter. It’s like watching someone struggle with a Rubik’s cube while blindfolded. Gyllenhaal nails it—the desperation, the longing, the sleepless nights staring at the ceiling.

Can’t lie, the film had me on a rollercoaster of emotions. On a Tuesday afternoon, I ended up watching it, and couldn’t help but recall the time I flubbed up singing “Små Grodorna” in a kindergarten pageant. Sherry’s attempts to reconcile with her past are just as off-key and earnest.

Danny Trejo pops up, and you think, “Ah, here’s some muscle,” but he flips the script and brings a warm side. Surprising, like finding kanelbullar in your sock drawer.

But folks, let’s be real—while it’s generous with its portrayal of real-life grime, some scenes feel like deja vu. We’ve seen the struggling single mom before, right? It’s profound, yet predictable at times. Maybe it’s just me, grasping for something unexpected in this familiar framework.

And thematically? It’s a film that reminds you of rehab’s see-saw, fighting for a second chance, like that time you tried to resist the candy wall at Karamellkungen.

I’m still chewing on it, honestly. Is “Sherrybaby” a modern classic or just another gritty drama? Who knows. But if you’re up for ambiguity and life’s messy bits, give it a go. It might just strike a chord, or at the very least, a familiar note.

Now where’s my coffee? I’ve earned it.

Check the trailer below