One of my four plans this year contained going to the cinema more often. But I don't want to see just any film. I am no Star Wars or James Bond fan. I don't like those shoot-them-up films without any story to them and romantic comedies are quite thin on the ground right now for some reason.
Then a lady I know said on Facebook that she had just seen this film and it was really good. Seeing as she also had read the book, that was high praise. Several of my colleagues saw the film and loved it (albeit none of them had read the book). I knew which film would be my first of this year: En mann ved navn Ove (or A man called Ove).
I asked a friend whether she liked to come with me, since it's always more fun with two, and she said she would love to. She could have gone earlier this week, but other engagements had put a stop to that. So, last night I picked her up and off we went to see Ove.
It was brilliant! It was funny and sad and at the end of the film (like the book), I cried. And I wasn't the only one either. According to my friend (yep, wet cheeks) the man sitting beside her, was wiping his eyes as well and I am sure there were plenty of others.
Highly recommended, both book (by Fredrik Backmann) and film!