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Pip-Larssons

It used to be that every summer we’d find the early Saturday evening repeat for children on Swedish television was Saltkråkan, written by Astrid Lindgren. What happened was that with 13 episodes and regular English school holidays, we’d hit the same episodes every year. Two at the beginning and then a few more at the end of summer.

Now they appear to have switched to re-runs of Pip-Larssons instead. That’s based on another childhood series of books, about the Larsson family who have seven children and no money. Just a Dad who invents stuff and a Mum who used to be a Shakespeare actress. I read these books when I had never heard of Mr Shakespeare and needed assistance in deciphering his long and complicated name.

Pip-Larssons

Mum named all the girls after some of the bard’s best know leading ladies, and Dad got to name the boys, which they are very grateful for. School would be pretty unbearable if you’re called Othello Larsson.

Anyway, they take to the roads when they lose their home and inherit two enormous horses. The Dad builds horse drawn caravans for them to live in, and they hope to sell his clever saucepans en route to the Mum’s sister.

Pip-Larssons is another part of the Jakob Eklund-fest that I’ve experienced this summer. As I said, the man’s in everything, and he is Dad Larsson of the saucepans.

I was so keen for Offspring to experience Edit Unnerstad’s books through the television series that I bought all the videos all those years ago. That was harder than it sounds, and we had to order some of them specially. From the toyshop.

There seem to be only six children in the above photo. Mum’s bump will turn into little Ophelia at some point. As a child I quite fancied being called Desdemona. After the Larsson one, not Shakespeare.

The Third Wave

What’s the world coming to? Now the ‘Swedish” films are all international with umpteen languages swilling around; some done well, and others less well. And I’ve had another instalment in my Jakob Eklund-fest. That man must surely be in every single film made in Sweden in the last decade.

When she saw that The Third Wave, the third film about Johan Falk, was going to be on television the day after she’d left, Daughter wasn’t pleased. But I didn’t care, because I’d get to see it, which is what counts. Isn’t it? The blurb in the paper suggested it wasn’t worth watching, but I have to disagree. It was fun and exciting throughout, and whereas it may not count as the greatest film ever made, it entertained, which is what films are for.

People die. That’s worth keeping in mind. They switch happily from Swedish to French, and on to English and even German. (Not when they’re dead, obviously.) Nicholas Farrell does a private security specialist who gives the impression of knowing what’s what. That’s until, well… He’s one of the actors that I keep seeing all over the place, and whose name I can never remember. I know him as the one who isn’t Peter Davison, if that helps.

Irina Björklund as the female lead is very good with her languages, and I give Irina 99% for her Swedish and about 95% for her British English. That’s praise, coming from me.

Jakob Eklund sounds like a Gothenburger as usual, and shoots and runs, also as usual. Lennart Hjulströms French sounded so good I wondered if it was fake. Maybe not. The film also has better protest matchers than most, as I always feel such things are made to look pathetic.

The Third Wave

Good, solid adventure thriller, that’s not pretending to be anything else.

Solstorm

We’ve been getting used to seeing Krister (Wallander) Henriksson and Jakob (Johan Falk) Eklund and Mikael (Beck and every other film) Persbrandt in almost everything recently.

Izabella Scorupco and Mikael Persbrandt

We’re not used to seeing Persbrandt as a religious fanatic. Nor Krister Henriksson, who always looks quite sweet. They were teamed up with James Bond-lady Izabella Scorupco and her far-too-serious solicitor boss Jakob Eklund, and then transported to Kiruna.

While watching Solstorm, the film based on Åsa Larsson’s crime novel, Daughter decided she might not move to Kiruna after all. The town looked nice enough, albeit small and too far from anywhere, but when you take the religious shenanigans and the murders into account, then it doesn’t matter that it’s also close to the European Space Agency.

Kiruna

Izabella Scorupco returns ‘home’ to help her best friend whose brother, and her own former boyfriend, has been murdered. It gets pretty nasty, as it all centres on the small but powerful church where the victim was a minister. And which just about everyone else has ties to, in some way or other.

As Daughter kept pointing out; why didn’t they just ask the children? They knew.

Interestingly different, and very pregnant, police detective. And scary Persbrandt. For a change.

The morning after the film we just happened across a copy of the book in the charity shop in town. Didn’t buy it.

Livvakterna and Livvagterne

There were bodyguards all over television last week. The previews promised me Swedish bodyguards and Danish bodyguards. In the end I somehow expected some inter-Nordic bodyguard series. This was because I’m an idiot and I didn’t even notice it was different channels.

First out was Livvagterne, which is a Danish series, featuring the agency that guards Danish politicians. Jumping straight into episode 15 made for more confusion, but it was entertaining enough. As someone says on IMDb, they feel it’s as good as any American series and they are surprised there aren’t more things done on this topic.

Maybe it’s because it’s Danish, or it might simply be due to it being television fiction, but there are a lot of in-agency relationships. The two episodes I’ve watched deals with a wannabe government minister, whose daughter is abducted just after his boss has committed suicide. It’s not a pretty story, but it rings true.

After this it was Livvakterna, which is a Swedish film; the second with Jakob Eklund as Johan Falk after Noll Tolerans. Johan goes rogue after his employers show a distinct lack of either understanding or appreciation of what he did in the first film. A close friend gets caught up with the Russian mafia in Estonia and asks for help when things get really bad.

And then things get quite a bit worse. Very violent, and my tolerance for stupid mothers of stupid children disappeared. But they redeem themselves, so it’s OK. As the blurb in the TV guide said, it’s a rather silly plot, but nicely done.

(It also has ‘Wallander’ – i.e. Krister Henriksson – which pleased Daughter greatly until…)

We are already looking forward to the third film.