Sjette trækning: A quiet day with butterflies

Is this worth a watch?

If you like your movies to feel like a warm, slightly dusty attic, you’ll probably find something to love here. It’s not for people who need constant movement or a plot that moves at warp speed. If you are the type who gets impatient during long character introductions, stay away.

Blomberg is one of those guys you can’t help but root for. He’s got this calm, steady energy that’s rare to find in cinema nowadays. The way he handles his butterflies—very careful, very deliberate—tells you everything you need to know about him before he even speaks a word.

Oddly specific details

• The way the light hits his collection cases feels like a real memory.
• I’m not sure why, but the sound of his bicycle bell made me think of Anderssonskans Kalle.
• There is a scene involving a tea set that lasts about ten seconds longer than it needs to, and it’s honestly the most charming part of the whole thing.

The pacing is… well, it’s not pacing. It’s just living. It feels less like a script and more like peering into a window across the street. Sometimes the actors just stand there, letting the silence hang, and for once, it doesn't feel like they're waiting for a cue. It feels like they’re just thinking.

It reminded me a bit of the atmosphere in The Promise, though this is definitely a lighter affair. Don't go in expecting grand stakes. The biggest conflict here is just the awkwardness of trying to find love when your life is already quite full of quiet hobbies.

I caught myself looking at the background extras more than the main characters at one point. There’s a guy in the back of the square who just keeps adjusting his hat. He does it for three minutes straight. It’s a distracting but oddly grounding detail.

The movie doesn't try to be big. It’s very content being small. It’s like a conversation you have with a neighbor over a fence. You don't solve the world's problems, but you feel a little better for having had the chat. 🦋