A Man Called Ove (Movie REVIEW) —Swedish Tale Foregoes Schmaltzy Sentimentality for Genuine, Heartwarming Feels
I never had a grandpa—both were gone before I popped out, red-faced and screaming, into the world—which means I don't really know anything about how old men operate. So the sum total of what I've gleaned comes from pop culture— hello, books, movies, and TV —and jokes that involve elderly guys saying " Get outta my yard! " a lot. (Basically, the older a man gets, the grouchier he becomes..?) When I sat down to watch A Man Called Ove (the 2015 film based on the Fredrik Backman book by the same name), I figured I knew what to expect: a series of hopefully amusing (but most likely forced) situations involving a grumpy old coot, who'd undoubtedly turn into a big ol' teddy bear by the end. Okay, kinda ... but that doesn't BEGIN to describe A Man Called Ove . ____________________________________________________________________________ Retiree Ove is, as expected, a curmudgeonly older chap (although not that old, this being a film made in Sweden, wher...