Hej allihopa! So, I just watched The Remains and… gosh, I have some thoughts. This movie’s a spooky little number, capturing a haunted house story, mixing it up with themes of grief and regret. You know that saying, ‘If walls could talk’? Well, in this flick, they pretty much do.

First off, I’ll say the cinematography is top-notch. The house itself, with its creaky floorboards and shadowy corners, is practically a character. It reminds me of that summer I spent in my morfar’s old house in Småland – all those eerie nights when the wind rattled the windows and I swear, I heard whispers. The film does a great job bringing out that nostalgic eerie feeling.

I gotta give props to the cast too. They bring a lot of heart and humanity to their roles, especially the little girl – she gives us that blend of innocence and curiosity that had me at the edge of my seat. But, there were moments where the dialogues felt a bit stiff, like they were reading straight from the script. Know what I mean? Kinda like when you try too hard to impress at Swedish midsummer and end up spilling the sill.

But here’s the thing – the pacing. It’s a bit all over the place. One moment I’m fully immersed, the next I’m checking the clock. Picture sitting through a long Götakanal movie marathon; some bits drag on too long, some zip by too fast.

And speaking of Götakanal, the film makes you think about legacy and what we leave behind. Sort of like how the Swedish summer may be beautiful but fleeting – makes you treasure those brief moments, right?

Mixed feelings, I suppose. I enjoyed the atmospheric tension and the emotional depth, but wished for tighter execution. Then again, maybe the point is to leave you feeling… unsettled?

Oh, and if you’re curious, here’s a little sneak peek: The Remains

So, grab some kanelbullar and give it a watch. I’d love to hear what you think over a Fika sometime!