i couldn’t for the life of me remember when exactly i first watched Fucking Åmål. after this second rewatch, i figured out it must have been during my year studying abroad in Stockholm because i definitely remember buying O’Boy at the campus grocery store after finishing watching it and making myself a nice glass of lagom chocolate milk.
Fucking Åmål ticks a lot of boxes for me. coming-of-age story? check. gay? check. simple enough swedish so i can watch without…
