Göteborg Film
Festival 
Göteborg
Film Festival 2025, according to me, Martin.
Däck
5B, by Malin Ingrid Johansson: 2 unruly kids of 6
Cows,
by Jakob Márky, Kasper Häggström: 5 prettos of 6
Familjen,
by Malin Erixon: 3 circi of 6
True
Artist, by Viktor Johansson: 2 skateboards of 6
Sthlm
Rififi, by Tage Wikander Hervén: 2 80's vibes of 6
Fear
fokol, Tuva Björk: 2 rifles of 6
Sky
City, by Joel Viksten Abrahamsson, 2 shoes of 6
Kära
mor, by Theodor Solin, 3 ornaments of 6


Fairly
straight-forward us-vs-them. Interesting world- and lore building, but
ultimately not engaging enough to last the ages. The two languages spoken are
both made up, and I would have used that to forgo subtitles for the
non-POV-characters in order to enhance the feeling of alienation.

A great premise (con woman pretends (or possibly has convinced herself to believe it) to be psychic in order to convince the military that she can gain access to advanced alien technology and knowledge) fails to fully deliver. Maria Bakalova shines, and some scenes are absurdly funny, especially in light of the fact that it's based on true events (not the alien technology, obvs, but that the Bulgarian military actually had an operation to unearth it). But ultimately unforgettable.

Misery,
great immersion, fine acting, an antagonist that gets introduced more than
halfway in without any build-up, and two instances of unexplained magic (one of
which could be explained by being totally in the protagonist's mind without
breaking the narrative, the other, not as much). Decent enough to watch, while
watching, but nothing that lasts.

Well-acted,
and with likeable and believable characters. Based on a true story, but
obviously tweaked a fair bit. But they make it entertaining, and just the right
amount of thought provokingness.

By-the-numbers
documentary about a legendary producer and studio technician.

Well-acted and decently written, with some familiarity and a heavy theme. Not really worthy winner.

We were promised egregious gore and absurd black humour, presented from a female perspective. Well, the gore was PG lame and the humour was neither really dark, nor that frequent. Where the film succeeds a bit better is in the social commentary, which indeed is presented from a female perspective. Lots of bewbs, and pretty meh.

The
horrors of war reach far beyond the borders, and can change reality in an
instant. A family finds their everyday problems expand exponentially when the
war breaks out. Both the child actors impress in their roles. But the pacing is
a bit off, and one can only stretch the story so far.

Well.
Bad acting, incomprehensible plot, special needs effects, the occasional scene
with what one can only assume is supposed to be a spaceship, unlikeable
characters and just painfully bad sound editing. Who is this film for? If you
don't have a story or can hire decent actors, at least have fun with the gore.
Don't half-arse it. On the plus side: the seating (middle of the VIP row with
plenty of leg room) was excellent!

A
trio of black and white silent short films from 13, 7 and 2 years ago is bound
to be rather uneven. The first is almost unironically Finnish in its ennui and
silent isolation, the second a sad-ish slapstick comedy and the third a
bittersweet sibling friendship dramedy with lighthouses and spaceships, so....
The live orchestra (some of the musicians appeared in the films) adds to the
experience, and the harmonising singers are excellent. But all in all, it's
just three simple stories, shot for funsies on a toy camera.

Suspenseful
and not overly reliant on jump scares. Most characters are a bit too unlikeable
to care too much for, but that just adds to the uneasiness of it all.

A
nicely balanced feel-good comedy with some serious undertones. Lots of quirky
and lovable characters, along with some less so. A bit contrived from time to
time, but in a cozy way.

Some
great acting, some great minor characters, a few good conversations and a
genuinely unpleasant aunt make this film a decent watch, and not much more.

It
has potential: the follow-up of a crime committed as a possible result of being
brainwashed in a cult. However, the execution is poor, and fails to deliver.

Very
well put together. It pulls on the heartstrings just right, and Mila Kunis has
a great scene. As always, if Michael Keaton is in a film, he's probably one of
best things in it.

Subtle,
sweet, sad and safe. An excellent trio of actors tell a tale of love and loss,
regrets and repairs. And we get to float along. And with a renewed love of
travel and cooking, at least for me.

Even
though I have little to no connection to the titular band (which is odd, as I
did inhabit that musical neighborhood back in the 90's), a well made
documentary can pique interest in any subject. Perry skillfully adopts a
triptych technique where he simultaneously explores the band's past, the making
of the contemporary biopic and the preparations for the stage adapted jukebox
musical. And I deepened my connection to 90's anarchy indie to boot

Boy meets girl, boy gives girl hat, girl loses hat, boy loses girl. Pretty, but pretty meh.

Brilliant
photo, uneven pacing and a fair bit of nostalgic recognitions sums up this
goodlooking documentary that shies away from controversy a bit.

Ansökan.mov
by Jakob Ekvall, Saga Samuelsdotter: 2 neighbourhoods of 6
In My
Hand by Marja Helander, Liselotte Wajstedt: 3 limbs of 6
Good
Girls Don't Scream by Emma Rosman: 3 dresses of 6
Feasting
Junta by André Córdova Rudstedt: 1 AI shite of 6
Aktionen
by Einar Bredefeldt: 3 country roads of 6
Segertåget
by Alex Veitch, Talat Bhat: 4 cancelled departures of 6


It's
possible to make an engaging prison story without the usual clichés or making
either side look like complete monsters, Williams proves. Both young Vincent
Miller and Guy Pearce excel, and the scene where the latter gets to visit his
son is strong.

There
is something extraordinary with animation in which you can see the literal
fingerprints on the clay. Elliot's attention to details is spot on, and it
rewards the viewer time and again. Add a quirky animation style and a
well-written darkly humourous script, and we get a gem of a film, balancing the
sad and the hopeful perfectly.

Amazing
set design and even amazinger acting, with story beats that tug at the heart
strings and leaves you anxious in equal measures. For a musical, the music is
rather bland, but it would have been a different film without it.

Vi går inte härifrån, by Lukas Moodysson: 4 tiny drums of 6
Öronmask,
by Patrik Eklund: 4 hits of 6
12
points, by Isabella Rodriguez: 3 points of 6
Råttan
ibland oss, by Chimichurri: 5 GOATS of 6
Vem
Fan är Hugo Alfvén? by Elin Övergaard, Manne Indahl: 4 violins of 6
EPAdunk,
by Jakob Arevärn: 4 km/h of 6

A metafilm which probably feels more important and impactful for those who have a stronger connection to Marcello Mastrioanni. Not without its moments, though.

Could
I copy the review from El Llanto? Partly, but the tension here is much more
grounded. The oners help, and the very real domestic drama adds to the
suspension. I would have preferred to keep it as ambiguous as it started, and
apart from one scene (which makes it explicitly so), the story could work as
either supernatural or not.

Martín-Calero
builds tension, and surrounds us with mystery. By exploring two different eras,
one generation apart, the film manages to add layers to the backstory while
simultaneously expanding it. As is often the case with suspense horror, the
climax goes a bit over the top. We not only get to see the threat, but also its
former victims. It is well executed, though, and we get to work out the details
ourselves.

I
think this needs to be just a bit worse to fully enter the wonderful realm of
so-bad-it's-good movies. The plot is ridiculous and inconsistent, the acting
sub-par and the pacing is completely off. Had it not been for the decent to
great special effects, the clever set design and the actually interesting
premise, this would have been a contender at The Bad Film Festival. As it is,
it's just fascinatingly bad, with failed nods to Lynch and Villeneuve.

The
story of what happened to the only free roaming herd of hippopotami outside of
Africa after the downfall of the drug kingpin that brought them to his private
zoo in Colombia is told by one of its largest males, Pepe. But it strays,
moreso than the beasts supposedly focal to the film, and follows instead the
lives of the locals along the river. The weird choice of interspersing the film
with 1 billion lumens of blinding white screen lowers the grade a peg, buy
Pepe's baritone voice is memorable, be it in Afrikaans or Spanish, and raises
it back up.

The
music biopic was already perfected with Walk Hard (2006), and any new ones
automatically loses points the closer they follow that template. Mangold strays
from the formulaic, and is therefore able to just tell the story. Which is
decent, but no more. Where the film shines is in emotions, excellently relayed
by most of the cast. Timmy C is decent enough (but his singing voice is too
polished and frankly too good to accurately channel Zimmerman's), Elle Fanning
acts (or rather _reacts_) emphatically and Ed Norton is, ss always, a treasure.
The real find, however, is Monica Barbero, giving life, and a pretty voice
(maybe too pretty) to Joan Baez.

(winners
presented way further down):
Edward Norton, A Complete Unknown
George MacKay, The End
Sofia
Berezovska, Under the Volcano
Micael
Shannon, The End
Monica Barbero, A Complete Unknown
Maria
Bakalova, Triumph
Michael
Keaton, Goodrich
Guy
Pearce, Inside
The
End
Touch
Ljósbrot
A
Complete Unknown
Julie
Delpy, Les Barbares
Baltasar
Kormákur, Touch
Adam
Elliot, Memoir of a Snail
Pedro
Martín-Calero, El Llanto (The Wailing)
Touch
Inside
Memoir
of a Snail
El
Llanto (The Wailing)
And
as per usual (it's a tradition, or an old charter, or something....), it seems
proper to announce
….cinema:
Draken
….low-point:
Feasting Junta by André Córdova Rudstedt was pure AI shite
….shortage:
Animation
….best
seat: Middle of VIP row at Biopalatset
….cinematography:
Ania Winiarska, Ultras
….reading:
The Lies of Locke Lamora, Scott Lynch
….most
uneven: Mykkätrilogia
….set/production
design: Jette Lehmann, The End
….theme:
Supernatural or not?
….vignette
film: “Be mindful. And stop. Watching. NOW!”
….weather:
Mostly fine
….screenplay:
Adam Elliot, Memoir of
a Snail
….transport:
Trams, E-bike, feet
….Lost
item: None
….Skarsgård:
None, that I could see
….documentary: Ultras
....rising
star: Vincent Miller, Inside
....music:
Mykkätrilogia
Edward Norton, A Complete Unknown
Maria
Bakalova, Triumph
The
End
Pedro
Martín-Calero, El Llanto (The Wailing)
Memoir
of a Snail
Film. Filmfilmfilm.
(c) Martin Smedendahl 2025