The Future: A Jagged Stroll in the Abstract

So, I finally watched “The Future,” and let me tell you, it was like trying to make sense of a påskekrim plot after too many snaps — a proper Swedish chaos. Directed by Miranda July, who you might know from “Me and You and Everyone We Know,” this film dives into the surreal with a splash of charming absurdity, a bit like my nephew’s first attempt at baking pepparkakor. And you’ve got Miranda July herself starring alongside Hamish Linklater, who always manages to keep things interesting.

Watching this flick is like an emotional smörgåsbord—you’re never quite sure what you’re gonna get next. Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it leaves a weird taste. The plot: two quirky thirty-somethings trying to grapple with the inevitables of life, decide out of nowhere to adopt a sick cat. Yes, a cat. And then the narrative leaps into existential territory faster than you can say midsommar.

Now, without giving too much away, there’s a scene with some dancing, a lill bit philosophical, a blitz of creativity that sort of reminded me of my cousin’s wedding where everyone started doing the knäböj — out of sync, brilliantly fun, but ultimately perplexing.

July’s direction, as always, is unique. Her works are like cinnamon buns — unpredictable twists, but not everyone’s taste. And I’m not sure, but sometimes the film feels like it’s straining too hard to be profound. Värmland in autumn is more sincere than some of the metaphors thrown at us.

But who’s the target audience here? Maybe those days when we sit alone at Sturekatten, sipping coffee and pondering our own futures. It’s a bit fragmented, like life or a jigsaw with half the pieces missing. Yet, there’s something oddly endearing about it, like the Stockholm archipelago in the mist, where each morning feels like the start of an epic saga.

Check the trailer below