i loved it. let the right one in. partly because its similar to the surroundings and circumstance of my own childhood. so distinctly sweden, late 1970:s early 80:s. the camera work are like my memories. sounds and the mentality. small things in-between the storytelling. like the physical education teacher from spain, they were always from another country. to play with a folding rule. not always aloud. only being able to solve one side of rubik's cube. boys older brothers. threatening. intimidating. helly hansen jacket. take of your cap when mothers out of sight. the nursery rhyme. where you fingertap on someones back, and they have to guess how many fingers that touches the skin. orange road signs. the constant use of the word 'classmates', even if you hated these 'mates'. and i really adore the loyalty between the two kids. its so moving. i remember how strange it was to be a kid in a time where so much changed in the old swedish welfare state. lost soft to harder. personal references that make me feel at home. old references. old home.
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