I stormens öga

There is not much to say. The "modern" but now well-established Beck series keep on going in the same way as usual. The only major difference is Mikael Persbrandt's new and dubious semi-alcoholic look. When first gazing upon that grizzled beard, those weary eyes and drowsy voice you may also quickly realise the fact: Persbrandt has begun taking after his father-in-law, Swedish rock artist Ulf Lundell!

Now, about the film. There is not much to say because it is so cliché-ridden and out of proportion you'll either consider it to be a great flick or a really crappy one.

Personally I must settle with the crap group and once more point out the obvious fact: movie plots involving large political events and terrorism don't do well on Swedish soil. It is simply too far-out for that moderate, little country. I do recommend those of you who read this to rather look for the old Martin Beck series with Gösta Ekman in the main role and Rolf Lassgård as a much more convincing Gunvald Larsson. The crimes are far less spectacular but all the more convincing and crafty.