Unnervingly Quirky, Just Like My Aunt’s Knitting…

Let me start by saying—V/H/S is like chewing on surströmming; some folks are gonna love it, some folks are gonna gag at first whiff. This anthology horror film, directed by a whole buncha people like Adam Wingard and Ti West, has its ups and downs, much like an outdoor fika in Stockholm where rain sneaks in halfway through.

The concept is bonkers and brilliant, kinda like the time my buddy wore his grandmother’s sweater to confuse onlookers at an art gallery. Flickering between found footage stories, it gives a kaleidoscopic view of terror, each segment serving a different flavor of fright. Watching it is like tuning into a twisted version of “Sommarlovsmorgon,” where instead of cheerful hosts, you get demons and madmen.

The performances range from scream-worthy to sort of “meh.” No big Hollywood stars here, which makes it feel raw—like sneaking into that underground club you heard about in Gamla Stan. It’s got that gritty, home-made charm, yet it often feels a bit too chaotic, almost like accidentally putting ketchup on your kanelbulle. Wrong condiment for the texture, folks.

Each director’s vision is stitched like mismatched patches on an old family quilt. Sometimes jarring, sometimes oddly comforting. But blimey, some narratives were as head-scratching as trying to understand the fascination with the Stockholm syndrome! And I know I’m not the biggest fan of shaky cams; they’re unsettling, sending me into a head-spin, but maybe that’s the point.

This one’s for fans of unconventional horror and maybe a bit of self-loathing humor, where we’re all in on the joke but kind of scared to admit it. Give it a whirl, but keep your lights dim and your expectations… well, adjustable. Like a Swedish autumn—unpredictable yet strangely familiar.

Check the trailer below