The Secret Scripture – More Than Just a Story

Okej, grabbar, let’s talk about “The Secret Scripture”. Directed by Jim Sheridan—yep, the same fellow who gave us “My Left Foot”—this film’s like a tapestry of emotions, just like my mormor’s old quilt. Vanessa Redgrave and Rooney Mara play different life stages of the same character, and lemme tell you, watching them is like watching Abba perform live—timeless and captivating!

So, here’s the gist. We follow Roseanne McNulty, who’s spent 40 years in a mental institution recording her past in a hidden journal… Kinda makes you think about all them notebooks you never finished, eh?

Rooney Mara nails it—she’s got this ethereal, almost surreal vibe that transports you straight to Ireland. Which, by the way, the landscape shots left me wanting to book a trip faster than you can say “höstlov”. But, as much as Mara carried the show, sometimes the story felt like trying to understand Swedish bureaucracy—complex and a bit frustrating.

Jeremy Irons is here too, mates, adding that classic Irons charm. I dunno about you, but every time he opens his mouth, it feels like getting lecture from an old wise uncle after Sunday fika. And let’s not forget Theo James. I’m still on the fence about his performance; a bit like having surströmming for the first time—not everyone’s cup of tea.

Now, here’s a personal twist. The film’s theme of memories triggered a flashback of me visiting an old family cabin in Dalarna. Hidden notes and faded photos from my farfar, tucked away like secret scriptures of their own. Memories shared and lost, a little like Roseanne’s story.

If you’re into timeless tales and intricate storytelling, give this one a go. But brace yourself—it’s heavier than a Swedish vinter. Grab a cinnamon bun, make that coffee strong, and dive in.

Check the trailer below