Showing posts with label Sweden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sweden. Show all posts

"The Breakthrough": Swedish murder mystery with Peter's prick, some Stockholm hunks, and a lot of sobbing.


 In keeping with my new policy of just clicking on whatever a streaming service thinks "I'll LOVE!",  without doing any research, I clicked on The Breakthrough, on Netflix: a detective tracks down a killer, with the help of "an eccentric genealogist."  So they'll fall in love, or on the off-chance that they are both men, there will be some buddy-bonding.  

At least it's in Swedish, so I can use some of the photos from my trips to Stockholm -- one of my favorite cities in Europe (In case you're wondering, it goes: Paris, Prague, Barcelona, Tallinn, Stockholm)

The language is cool, too.  Remember in fairy tales, the monster threatens to "eat you up."  In Swedish, that's how you say "eat":

Eat my sausage.

Ät min korv opp



Episode 1: "The Unthinkable."  

Scene 1: "On October 19, 2004, a murder investigation begins: the second largest criminal investigation in Swedish history." Cut to a bedroom, with an Arab or North African Dad showing his son Adnan how to use a watch: "When the hands reach 12:00, a new day begins, and then another, forever and ever.  Time always moves forward."  Then why are we so obsessed with the past? 

Someone types on a computer "Must kill."







Scene 2
: Linkoping, in southern Sweden about 2 hours from Stockhom by train.  This all happens in montage, splitting back and forth.

1. The Detective (Peter Eggers) jogs past a soccer game, says hello to a guy he knows, pets a dog.  

2. Mom wakes up Adnan and his sister, who now have bunk beds, for breakfast with their Dad.  They all cuddle and smooch and discuss how much they love each other.  Not once, as I was eating my cereal, did my mother ever smooch the top of my head and say "I love you so, so, so much."  Thankfully.

 Adnan sets off for school.

3. An old guy and his wife hold hands in bed. She has nail polish of a very strange color, like an orange push-up (remember those?).  They get up and discuss ringing Samuel about Christmas. Maybe there will be a cute son droppiong by? Wife leaves and heads through the park.

4. A man with a hidden face rides on the subway.  He gets off and head down the street, fingering a knife.

You know where this is headed, right?  The Man stabs Adnan; the wife sees him, so he stabs her, too.  Why is the park so empty in the morning, if everybody walks  through it on their way to school or work?

Scene 3: Another montage.

1. The Detective brings food home to his pregnant wife (established as heterosexual at Minute 4.5). Close up of his hand with a wedding ring on her stomach.  Ok, the heteronormativity is getting a little loud in here. He gets a call about the murders.

2. Adnan's sister walks past the cordoned-off area and sees his toy tyrannasaurus.  She runs to his school to check -- nope, not there. 


Scene 4
:  You heard me.

Left:Peter's prick

1. The Detective listening to his car radio, reports about how we're all doomed.  Is this a post-Apocalyptic series, or is it just supposed to set a dark/depressing mood.  At the crime scene: the woman is still alive, at the hospital.  Adnan is dead.  A witness, a woman who was cycling past.  They start canvassing house to house.  Uh-oh, a man is watching from afar.  Must be the murderer.

2. The Husband of the Injured Woman calls Samuel to see about Christmas.  Samuel does not appear in the credits, so why is he being emphasized so much?  A cop knocks on the door: "A woman was assaulted in the park across the street at 8:00 am.  Did you see anything?" 

"No, but my wife, who I love more than anything else in the world, was walking through that park at 8:00 am.  Maybe she saw something...oh."

3. Adnan's parents arrive at his school to see his sister wrapped in a blanket, crying.  

Scene 5:  Maybe we're done with the montages.  The Detective in a parking garage, calling his wife.  She doesn't think he should lead the investigation, with the baby due any minute.  Wait -- is this all going to take place in 2004?  I thought we would jump ahead, with the main story in 2024.  Otherwise what's the point?  It's just a murder story.

Next the Detective addresses plain-clothes cops or community members.  The Wife has died, so it's a double murder.  He sends them out to check if anyone in the neighborhood knows anything

He interviews the Witness and her husband, but she can't remember what he looked like.  

More crying and some cocks after the break.

"Love and Anarchy": A prank war at a Stockholm publishing house, with gay teases and Bjorn Mosten's penis

 

 Love and Anarchy appeared on my Netflix recommendations.  I clicked to see what it was about, forgetting that on Netflix, "click" means "start."  And since I was eating a bowl of Cheerios, I let it continue.

Scene 1: A harried middle-aged man and woman in a fancy house coordinating their calendars and telling their preteen son "No gaming at the breakfast table."  Dad is played by Johannes Bah Kuhnke, sweating below.

The woman chugs some espresso, talking about how this is her first day on the job. Teenage daughter comes in, not wearing the coat Dad bought for her.  This causes a crisis. Nuclear family squabbles.  Yawn. 


The woman goes upstairs, locks herself in the bathroom, and masturbates to porn on her cell phone.  Are we supposed to be titilated or judgmental, or are we to assume that she's having marital problems?  Everybody masturbates, but nobody admits that they do.

Scene 2: She is walking through a square in downtown Stockholm, at dusk or pre-dawn, checking her cell phone.  An older guy welcomes her to his publishing house.   He shows her to her new office, which is a disaster-area of books and manuscripts: the former senior editor was a bit of a hoarder.  





The older guy may be Ronni, the Publishing Company CEO, played by Bjorn Kjellman. He didn't have much of a physique in the 1990s, but he was rather well hung.

Scene 3: The woman -- Sofie -- giving a speech to the staff.  She's an independent consultant who saves publishing companies from bankruptcy by pushing them into the digital age, whether they like it or not. As she is ignoring a question about layoffs, a hot young guy comes in late and accidentally spills his drink over his crotch.  While he is dabbing at his bulge with a napkin, Sofie stares, mesmerized.



Scene 4:
 Sofie in her office, grimacing at the clutter.  Books --- ugh -- they might as well be stone tablets! As someone with a library of about 4,000 books, I am not amused.

 She piles some armloads of the relics outside her door to be trashed, and sees the hot young guy (Bjorn Mosten, top photo, left, and below) on a ladder drilling (and drilling...and drilling).  Receptionist tells her that he's Max, the IT Guy.  

"He doesn't usually do much drilling." 

 "Well, tell him to drill quietly!"

Max scoffs.  "How am I supposed to do my job?"  Receptionist doesn't answer; she's staring at his butt.  He storms out.

Max nude after the break