Trumbo: The Saga of a Sagacious Scribbler and a Shameful System

So, I watched “Trumbo” last Friday, nestled on my comfy IKEA couch (isn’t that such a Swedish cliché?) with a bit too much popcorn—for everyone who’s ever been to a Filmfestival in Göteborg, you know the drill. This film really ties together some interesting threads, especially if you’ve ever scribbled down a controversial opinion.

Let’s get straight to the grit. Bryan Cranston, that genius from “Breaking Bad,” really nails it as Dalton Trumbo. He’s that guy who managed to pen scripts while famously sitting in his bathtub. Imagine the audacity! And Helen Mirren? She’s an absolute powerhouse as Hedda Hopper. Like a fragrant herring on a midsummer’s day, her character’s maliciousness is unforgettable.

Now, Jay Roach—an unexpected choice for director, right? The guy known for “Austin Powers” and now he’s diving deep into political drama. Mad as a box of frogs, yet somehow it works. The movie tackles the Hollywood blacklist with a finely-tuned balance of humor and poignancy. You get the whole zest of 1950s America—the glamour, the paranoia, and a touch of despair.

Here’s a funny thing, when I watched Trumbo’s feisty rebellion against the system, it reminded me of an old story my morfar told me about standing up to a particularly stubborn moose on the family farm. Sure, the stakes were different, but courage is courage, eh?

Though, I won’t lie, some parts felt a tiny bit, what’s the word… dry, like overcooked knäckebröd. I reckon a bit more on Trumbo’s scripts would’ve spiced it up like a shot of aquavit at a crayfish party.

But that’s nitpicking, I think. Taken together, “Trumbo” is a flick that’s sure to resonate with anyone who loves a good fight against injustice—especially those who savor their bath time. So, grab a kexchoklad and give it a whirl.

Check the trailer below