The Bachelor Weekend: A Surprising Stag-Do Adventure

You know that feeling when you’re at a kräftskiva, singing snapsvisor, and suddenly someone decides it’s time for karaoke? Yeah, that’s kinda how I felt watching The Bachelor Weekend. Directed by John Butler, this Irish comedy isn’t your typical lad’s night out filled with clichés—but it throws you a curveball just when you’re settling in with your surströmming.

First off, I didn’t even know Andrew Scott—yes, that Andrew Scott, our beloved Priest from Fleabag—was in it until ten minutes in. The man has this knack for elevating a scene. Wasn’t it him that turned a simple stare into a Shakespearean soliloquy in every episode of Sherlock? Well, in this film, he plays a quirky but relatable best man who’d rather be home watching Allsång på Skansen. His attempts to wrangle his brother’s rowdy stag party into a respectable affair? Let’s just say, I laughed so hard I almost spilled my kaffe.

Now, I have to admit, when they said this movie was about a bachelor weekend, my mind conjured up images of loud clubs and dodgy decisions—you know, like that time in 2011 when my friends convinced me to try indoor skydiving after one too many schnapps. Instead, we headed to the Irish wilderness, which, let me tell you, was a visual feast. The scenic landscapes make you wanna pack an overnight bag and book the next SAS flight to Ireland.

But there were moments, particularly with a subplot involving a wild goat, that felt a wee bit forced—I mean, a goat? Seriously? Though it might just be me, longing for more human drama rather than animal antics.

So, here’s the thing: if you fancy an adventure with a bunch of blokes who redefine “group therapy,” give this one a go. It’s like an unexpected mix of smörgåsbord and Guinness—a taste you didn’t know you needed, but afterward, you kinda miss it. And maybe afterwards, like me, you’ll be thinking about planning your own nature-bound bachelor do; minus the goat, of course.

Check the trailer below