This sorry excuse for a movie makes me long for those addictive B movies overwrought with numbskull plot twists and stupid lusty human behavior? 120 minutes (good lord it felt like 6, and I even nodded off for a while) of vigorous, highly unfulfilling pretentious drama. A movie that has so many red flags in the first 10 minutes that hopefully only a few poor souls watch this to the bitter end. Whatever happened to the sleazy erotic thriller or Romanian cartoons? I have never been more certain that the Swedish film industry is rotten to its core. Why did this book, turned into a movie, ever see the light of day? Shame on you Shulman.
Review of Burn All My Letters
