Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you like old-school farce where people hide in closets and doors slam constantly, sure, give it a go. But if you have zero patience for black-and-white misunderstandings that could be solved by one person actually listening for five seconds, you will probably hate it. It is for the people who want something light, slightly dusty, and very theatrical.
Georg Edfeldt is our guy, a notary with a dream, but he is running into the classic brick wall: the grumpy father-in-law. Harry Anderberg just isn't having any of it. The whole thing feels like a stage play that someone decided to film just because they had a camera lying around.
There is a lot of running around in nightwear—hence the title, I guess. The pajama scenes feel less like a narrative choice and more like a way to make sure the audience stays awake. It’s got that weird, frantic energy you see in old films like The Case of Lady Camber, though way less moody and way more obsessed with who is standing behind which curtain.
It’s not as polished as something like High Tide, but it has this strange, frantic charm. It’s the kind of movie you put on while you are folding laundry or doing something else with your hands. If you sit and stare at it too hard, the plot starts to crumble like a stale cookie.
The actors are clearly having a blast, though. You can see them trying not to giggle during the more ridiculous bits. It feels less like a "serious production" and more like a group of friends trying to see how much chaos they can fit into one hour. That is honestly the best thing about it. 🎞️
I don't think anyone is going to call this a masterpiece. But hey, it is a piece of history that doesn't take itself too seriously. Sometimes that is exactly what you need, even if the plot makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine.
1923