The Last Sign – A Spooky Stumble or a Haunting Triumph?

Diving into “The Last Sign” felt a bit like opening one of those IKEA flatpacks. At first glance, you’re optimistic, then you find yourself slightly bewildered, and somewhere there’s an awkward missing screw—or in this case, a plot twist that didn’t quite land. But hey, we forgive, because there’s something about those films with a touch of the afterlife that tickles my curiosity.

Now, throw in Andie MacDowell and you might wonder, is this a late ’90s rom-com revival or are we diving deep into ghostly territories? And trust me, Andie’s range from “Groundhog Day” charm to stoically haunted was something to behold. Maybe not Oscar bait, but definitely mid-week delight.

And folks, Steven Vidler, you know, the director who popped out of the woodwork to give us this – a curious fusion of drama, suspense, and melancholy. It’s got the gloomy Canadian vibes that remind me of those gray Swedish Novembers when sunlight’s a rare treasure. The kind of setting where ghosts would, unsurprisingly, want to hang out.

I sat there munching on my knäckebröd (because, varför inte?) and pondered the recurring theme of coping with loss. We Swedes know a thing or two about it – that melancholic Nordic touch is practically in our blood, like IKEA manuals and ABBA tunes. The eerie reminders of loves lost and promises unkept brought memories of a personal ghost – my old cat Sigge, who used to tiptoe like a spectre right after I’d sat down. Unnervingly punctual, always just as the credits rolled.

Now, was “The Last Sign” flawless? Nah. The pacing sometimes felt like a Swedish train schedule—with unexpected delays. But it’s got heart and that lingering finish that makes you want to call up an old friend just for a chat. Or maybe break out an extra pack of gifflar. You know, for comfort.

Check the trailer below