do you ever feel like life has taken a downward spiral out of control in a loony towns cartoon from the era of no regret? Then the people in this movie envy you. You take one part (huuuuush Lila wee man) weir ass swedes, and trow in some awful goddamn navigating skills, and a bit of failed basic understanding of how boating works. if i could summarize my life choices in an angry semen captain with the vocabulary of that one cowboy from lonely tones it would be the sweetest melody from the song of the south remake i was working with my uncle. This movie goes ever on and on, enough for three friends to decide to drunkenly write a review together to properly show their appreciation's for the cesspool that is sweetish cinema. most importantly, though, it just gets better and better (or worse, depending on whether you have shitty taste or not) until it all collapses into a sweet dynamited Whitman-Esq gay celebration of proteins, managing to involve the whole Swed population (totally not a spoiler i swear 100%%%%). "why do i always get called little wee man" asked little wee man when the last drop of his alcohols was dripping down like a tear from his favorite Hollywood actor bill Cosby.
anyway, i give this movie a perfect 10 like my ex wife who left me for an angry semen. this movie is perfect for drinking with friends and enjoying seeing someone else's life crumble down when you keep yelling "WHY CANT THEY SWIM?" when the answer is that Sweden has been on an island for so long that they forgot what water looks like.
pro tip, it's like a game of over watch but much less salt.
