A Man Called Ove

Simple, feel good comedy. I love foreign movies to see how other people live and deal with everyday occurrences. Saw it at the Riverview. The audience clapped at the end of the movie.

Way too sentimental for me. Flashbacks are a pet peeve of mine, and this film feels like 40% flashback. I feel like there's a much darker, grittier version of this film that could be made that I might like more. I wish I'd read the book instead.

This is a fairly entertaining Swedish black comedy with good acting and a few laughs.

Ove is the title character from Frederik Backman’s novel. He's a typically grumpy old man who rigidly enforces his housing community's rules and continuously reminisces about his deceased wife. There are also flashbacks to formative moments from his youth and a few neighbors who manage to work their way into his heart. Yes, it's one of those films. The scenario and the character are about as original as the title (meaning not very), but it's well directed, nicely acted and sweetly told.

The film should actually be named an idiot named Ove. It's supposed to be about a grumpy old man with a good hart but for me it's hard to get involved in the events depicted when his aversion against the world around him mainly emerges from his own stupidity. From the first scene we get to know Ove as an idiot, when he insists on his rights as a customer in a flower shop in a way that everyone that has ever bought anything know is just plain idiocy. Ove is portrayed as man with knowledge about engines. In a scene when he is on a date with an attractive non-stupid woman (a very unpleausible date for Ove), he is asking her if she knows what the spark plugs do in a cars motor. She does not and Ove then says that they make the engine go round.... Which tells us that Ove hasn't got a clue about engines, nor does the director or the script writer. A not particularly funny, not very heart warming and as stated above, quite stupid film.