Shooting Fish. What’s this, then? A British comedy from way back in ’97. Honestly, it’s like popping in a VHS and being whisked away to a time where the biggest battles were VHS vs. Betamax. Anyway, the movie. Think Robin Hood but with a style that’s more IKEA than Sherwood.

The story follows two charismatic con artists, Dylan and Jez, intent on swindling rich folks out of millions to achieve their goal of buying a mansion. It’s a bit like trying to snag that last kanelbulle at Fika – ambitious but oh-so-rewarding when you succeed. Dan Futterman and Stuart Townsend bring these chaps to life with a bit of cheek, a sprinkle of charm, and just the right amount of roguishness. But then there’s Kate Beckinsale. What can I say? An absolute dream – reminds me of when I first sipped my macchiato at that cafe in Gamla Stan and felt the world stop.

Now the film’s got this heist element happening, which can be as exciting as catching a big pike in the Stockholm archipelago, but sometimes it feels like reeling in an old boot instead. Some of it’s rather daft, yet somehow endearing. The plot does zigzag more than a family’s summer road trip – ever driven on those winding Swedish roads? You know what I mean.

What struck me most, though, is its cheeky creative spunk. It’s not flawless, but when has life ever been that neat? Maybe it’s because it reminds me of a certain skeptical optimism we Swedes tend to have. And, well, there’s always a bit of magic when you watch it in the late autumn night, just as the last light slips behind the horizon.

I’ll say… give it a whirl! It’s got enough charm to win anyone over, or at least, to make you chuckle like a cheeky devil. Have a gander and judge for yourself if they pull off their madcap plans with finesse or flounder.

Here’s the trailer for you to peek at on that nostalgia train: Shooting Fish