Hello, lovely readers! Gather ’round for a chinwag about a film that really tickled my curiosity, “The Family”. Honestly, when I first heard about it, I thought, “Oh, here we go, another mob story. Haven’t we seen enough of those?” But I ate those words like a good old kanelbulle. The film somehow juggles comedy and crime with a touch of that familial strife we all can relate to (or maybe try to avoid during Christmas dinner).
Imagine Robert De Niro in a quiet French village, trying to fit in, while possibly still wearing his Godfather persona like a snug vinterkappa. Luc Besson’s direction is a bit all over; it’s like he thought, “What if gangster drama had a cheeky sibling that kept poking it during dinner?” Michelle Pfeiffer as a mob wife? Just pure gold—she’s got sass and steel in equal measure.
There’s a peculiar resonance with the setting, you know. I once had a summer fling in Paris… Well, it was more like me trying to order a croissant in my broken French, but the bafflement feels similar. That Franco-American culture clash really spices up the film, much like lingonsylt on köttbullar (only crazier).
Sure, some bits felt a tad over-the-top, like when humor stretches thin, and you’re left thinking, “Did they just? Wait, really?” Still, it’s entertaining enough to justify a fika break. Plus, it interestingly comments on identity and change—we all have our family roles, like me struggling to adult my way through IKEA on a Saturday.
If you’re in for a mix of chuckles and crime, I’d say it’s worth the ride. Because let’s face it, family’s messy—whether you’re related by blood, or bullets and bad jokes.
