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.
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