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6.2/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.2/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Bröllopsresan remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Look, if you have a soft spot for black-and-white comedies where people are constantly losing their hats or getting into arguments over luggage, you’ll probably find something to like here. If you need your movies to have, you know, actual stakes or breakneck pacing, stay far away. It’s a very 1936 kind of movie.
Björkman is the kind of character who is mostly there to be flustered. It’s funny watching him try to keep his dignity while the road trip inevitably falls apart.
There is a lot of footage of the vehicle driving through scenery that looks like a postcard from a different century. It’s a bit repetitive, honestly. Sometimes the camera stays on the road for just a few seconds too long, and you start wondering if the driver got lost for real.
There’s this one scene where they stop for a meal, and the way they handle the silverware is just so... specific. It’s a tiny detail, but it shows how much they wanted us to believe they were fancy people. I couldn't help but think of the chaos in Off His Trolley, which feels like a total fever dream compared to the polite, slow-burn confusion happening here.
It’s not a deep movie. It doesn't want to be. It’s like eating a sandwich that’s been in the fridge for a day—still fine, but you wouldn't tell your friends about it.
The interactions between Astrid and the Count have this weird, stiff energy. You can almost see them thinking about where to stand so the lights catch them right. It’s not quite as wild as the antics in The Drunkard, but it has its own weird, quiet charm.
At the end of the day, it’s a perfectly okay way to spend an hour if you want to turn your brain off. Don't expect any massive revelations. Just people in a car, heading to the Riviera, and looking slightly stressed about it.