Freddy Olsson

A hardboiled story that takes place in a far future when most things are over. What’s left is greed, cruelty, sexuality, fire and a tad of poetry.

A writer is working on a novel about the 1900s. He poses the question if broth (in the sense of concentrate) is an adequate choice of words to describe the century.

Carl Johan De Geer remembers his old friend Lena Svedberg. He talks about how they used to make their magazine together, how beautiful but strange she drew and how bad she seemed to feel.

Carl-Johan De Geer talks about his hometown Stockholm, how he will miss it when he's gone.

How do you know that someone is a ghost? You can't see his legs.

The narrative portrays a plain man who guides the viewer through his life in a bleakly stylised world.

A man becomes lured into a fictional game his ex-girlfriend has initiated. Sexually ensnared by her, and now realizing the fragility of the border between the real and the imagined, he begins to unravel. He convinces himself that if he can only write an ending to his life story, he can regain control of his life. But playing with fiction is not an innocent game…

Five young writers have been to a party and missed the ferry home. They lend a rowboat, which has unexpected consequences. On the other shore, the police are waiting with arms drawn. This happened in 1945. This is also happening today. Inspired by Stig Dagerman and Franz Kafka. —Jonas Selberg Augustsén