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Dreams (Kvinnodröm) (1955) Ingmar Bergman

November 26th 2022

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THE LONG SEARCH // HAN GLÖMDE HENNE ALDRIG Directed by Sven Lindberg, Robert B. Spafford Sweden, United States, 1952

Guje Lagerwall,  1918 - 2019 

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The Christmas calendar Bergvaktaren's se... #Sweden

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*//Cracks Swedish knuckles//*. Let's go!

Svensson if you want to be funny: Sven basically means "(the) Swede", and "-sson" names is essentially "-son of (x)". So, by naming Sweden "Svensson" you'd basically name him "son of the Swede". (I find it funny, okay? xD ). Bonus and extra fitting if you give Ladonia the same surname. xD Anyway, all I'm saying is that Sweden would absolutely see the humor in naming himself 'Svensson'. xD

Steilsson is Iceland's canon name. It's not really an Icelandic name, but it works for Sweden, and also connects him and Ice as family. (Though this obviously also depends on what surname you give Iceland).

Beilschmidt if you want to connect/point out he's a Germanic country as well, just like Norway/Denmark/Iceland/Germany/Prussia/Austria/Kugelmugel/Switzerland/Liechtenstein - etc.

Väinämöinen if you like SuFin. (Can't remember if you like them, but putting it down just in case).

Some surnames for Sweden that I don't personally use, but have seen, are also: Bergkvist ("mountain twig/sprig"), Eriksson, Lindberg ("Linden Mountain"), Lindgren ("Linden Branch"), Karlsson, and Nilsson. .

For a human AU a "-sson" name also has the bonus of giving you the name of an ancestor, and also let's you make your own name pretty easily. For an example, pretend you make human!Sweden's surname Nilsson. That likely means Sweden's grandpa or great-grandfather is/was named Nils. (Depending a bit when in time the story takes place).

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Bonus: I see the Nordics (minus Finland) as siblings, so I made them the family name Nordir. It's short for "Nordbródir"/Northern Brother. It was a way for me to connect them without being too country-specific.

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Granted most of my suggestions are family inspired for the Nordics, but hopefully you still got some inspiration from these! :)

Hello does anyone have any surname recommendations for Sweden bc I don’t rlly want to use Oxenstierna, pls & thank you

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Damen i svart (The Lady in Black) | Arne Mattsson | 1958

The Lady in Black is the first of five “Hillman mystery” films directed by Arne Mattsson each with a colour in the title (Mannequin in Red, Rider in Blue, The White Lady, and The Yellow Car are the others) and introduces the husband and wife detective team of John and Kajsa Hillman (Karl-Arne Holmsten and Annalisa Ericson), their comedy sidekick assistant Freddy (Nils Hallberg), and subsequently his love interest, model Sonja Svensson (Lena Granhagen). The cinematography for this first installment is by Sven Nykvist.

The titular Lady in Black is a vengeful spirit which according to legend has appeared at various intervals over the past hundred years as a portent of doom for members of the von Schilden family, and wouldn’t you know it she’s rocked up again just as the Hillmans are supposed to be spending a relaxing holiday visiting Kajsa’s gal pal Inger von Schilden (Anita Björk). However as John says “I've never met a ghost that couldn't be explained” and the couple set out to solve the mystery of the Lady in Black and the ensuing deaths which follow in the wake of her visits.

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"Björnen" (1984) - Bernt Callenbo

Films I've watched in 2022 (98/210)

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Damen i Svart (1958) [SE]

¡Oi! Spoilers, stavfel och alternativa fakta kan förekomma rakt föröver!

Bra svensk film, finns det ens? Är det något jag kämpar med så är det att finna nöje i svensk filmproduktion. Men då och då dyker titlarna upp som får mig att åter våga ta av mig strumpor och skor för att doppa tårna i den svenska ankdammen filmströmmen. Det är den första av de fem filmer som gjordes om kapten John Hillman och hans fru Kajsa som driver en detektivbyrå tillsammans. Men nu är de på semester på landet hos Kajsas väninna Inger och hennes man Christian. Det blir sol, bad, fiske, spöken, intriger och ond bråd död i den lantliga idyllen, de tre sista som Kajsa försöker undanhålla sin make. Folke Mellvig har inte bara skrivit manus (då tillsammans med Lars Widding) han har också skrivit boken filmen baseras på. Arne ” Här kommer bärsärkarna” Mattsson regisserar med stadig hand.

Tro’t eller ej, men den här filmen lyckas faktiskt bitvis bli riktigt spännande. Kanske är det likheterna med Rebecca som färgar mitt omdöme – delen med hur vi har en ny husfru och att hon bryts ned psykologiskt – men trots en rätt slätstruken story är den väl berättad och som sagt: riktigt spännande. Fotot är riktigt bra, man tänker nämligen inte på den som en svartvit film. Och trots en och annan ofräsch kommentar om kvinnor och talanger så är den ömsesidiga respekten mellan John och Kajsa påtaglig. Bra klass på skådespeleriet även om det gränsar på gränsen till det teatriska, som svenska filmer från den här tiden ofta tenderar göra. Speciellt Anita Björk sticker ut, hon gör en storartad roll och är kanske den stora anledningen till att jag så lätt drar paralleller till Rebecca. (Förutom att jag nyss läst boken förstås).

Bra svenska deckare (eller thrillers som den här, med viss rätta, faktiskt kallar sig själv) existerade uppenbarligen före Sjöwall/Wahlöö. Och det här är en mysig liten thriller som jag faktiskt är glad att jag vågade mig på. Man sitter lite och pusslar uppe i huvudet och försöker få ledtrådarna att gå ihop och peka ut en mördare, ändå lyckas filmen med slutet att överraska. Har seriösa planer på att se uppföljaren ”Mannekäng i Rött” med.

Skynda fynda, SVT Play bjuder på filmen fram till 19e december och även uppföljaren till den 25e.

Länkar:

Filmen @ Vodeville.

Filmen @ IMDb.

Filmen @ SVT Play.

Filmen @ Wikipedia.

Arne Mattsson 100 år @ SVT .

Författaren @ Wikipedia.

Artikel om författaren+filmen @ Minnenas Journal.

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Skrotnisse och hans Vänner 1985

“Han tog min bok! / He took my book!”

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3.25.19

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Game Day: Vegas Golden Knights Takes On The Colorado Avalanche To Cap Off 7-Game Homestand

Las Vegas–Today the Vegas Golden Knights take on the visiting Colorado Avalanche in an early 3:00 start time to help celebrate “Nevada Day” and complete their 7 game homestand.

For the visiting Colorado Avalanche team, this will be their first time coming to Vegas for a regular season game in the history of their franchise.

The last time the Avalanche came to Vegas to play a hockey game was when…

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Actor Sven Lindberg, 1918-2006, Sweden.

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Svend Asmussen en Musik Ombord (Sven Lindberg, 1958).

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What to Expect When She’s Expecting Part II

“Has Natahl arrived?” Ansgar stepped into the birthing room behind Sven, who in turn, was pushing a writhing, spitting Joline in the wheelchair. “Please Christ, tell me the midwife is here.”

“Ahhhhh! God, it hurts!” 

“Is she here?�� Ansgar demanded. “We called ahead! She should be here by now.”

“Natahl is here, Herr Martinsson,” Sven replied calmly, clipping off the ‘don’t worry’ that was on the tip of his tongue. He knew better not to say that to an expectant father, especially one who was the benefactor and builder of the very ward where he worked. “I saw her at the nurse’s station just before I came down to get you.”

“Good, that’s good. Very good.” Ansgar stepped past them into the room and crossed over to the bed. He pushed on the mattress, testing it. Finding it satisfactory,he quickly looked around the suite, rubbing his hands together. “Do you have everything we requested in the birthing plan?”

“We do,” Sven replied cordially. “Everything is set up per your strict specifications. Now,” he toed the brakes of the wheelchair and stepped around, bending at the knees in front of Joline. He held his hands out to her. “Get up slowly -- I’ll help you -- then we’ll turn in a circle, and you can sit on the edge of the bed. On the count of three. One... two....”

“Fuck, wait!” Joline grit. She curled into herself, her hands splayed and tense on her belly. “Give... me... a... second!””

Ansgar rushed to her side. “Joline, breathe, darling. Breathe through it now, just like we practiced.”

“Just... like I’ve been doing... ah, shit!... for the past... two.... unggggggg.... hours? I think... ah fuck! I can... breathe like... a fucking... pro now!”

Ansgar bit back a chuckle. 

“And what’s this ‘we’ bullshit, huh? We, my... my ass... okay, okay,” she breathed. “I’m good. I’m... good.” She collapsed back into the wheelchair and bent her head backwards, blowing her frustration out to the ceiling. 

“Ready to get into bed now?” Ansgar curled her hair behind her ear and rest his hand on her shoulder. He motioned to Sven who stood at the other side of the wheelchair. “Up now.”

“Lemme just... sit here for a little bit,” she muttered. “Just a bit....”

“Come on,” Ansgar coddled. “You’ll be much more comfortable in the bed, and besides, I think Sven here needs to return this particular piece of medical equipment.” 

“Are the pillowcases scented?” She asked, her voice now small and weak. “I love it when my pillowcase has a smell, like... like....”

“They’re lavender,” Ansgar lifted one of the pillows and inhaled against it. “Mmmm. Lovely. Just like you wanted.”

Sven lifted and guided her to sit at the end of the bed. Ansgar handed her the pillow. As the nurse maneuvered her into position and began to remove her shoes, she brought the pillow absently to her nose. “Blah, ugh,” she grimaced, tongue-out, then fwapped the offending cushion against Ansgar’s chest. “That smells gross. Get rid of it.”

“Gross?” Ansgar blinked. “How can you say that’s gross? It’s what you asked for.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t like it now. Makes me kind of sick to my stomach, really.” Joline pulled an almost shameful moue. “I’m sorry, Sgar.”

Sven pulled the curtain around the bed, stepped away for a moment, then came back into the room with another nurse.”This is Marianne,” Sven introduced. “She’ll get you undressed and ready to see Natahl. I will be back shortly once you’re settled to take your vitals.” 

“Sven.” Ansgar stopped him near the door, a hand on his arm. “Um. She hates the lavender, says it makes her ill,” he whispered. “Is there any way we can get something else?”

Sven cocked his head. “Like what? That’s what was on the birthing plan.” He pulled a small tablet from his pocket, scrolled his finger over it and showed it to Ansgar. “It’s all right here, what you asked for. Lavender scented pillows.” 

Ansgar sighed. “I know. I know. It’s just... she’s....”

Sven nodded, smiled, and squeezed Ansgar’s arm reassuringly. “It happens,” he said. “Listen, our surrogate... my husband’s and mine... she changed her mind four times about whether she wanted a water birth. Can you imagine? We had to set up, take down, fill and empty the tub twice! Believe, me,” he grinned, “changing the pillowcases is nothing in comparison to what I’ve seen.”

“So you can take care of it for her?”

“Yes,” Sven replied. “You’ll just have to tell me what scent she wants.”

“Bergamot!” Joline’s voice came loud and strained from the other side of the curtain. “I want bergamot, please!”

Ansgar shrugged. “Guess she wants bergamot.”

“Bergamot it is,” Sven replied. 

Ansgar peered over his shoulder at the curtain, and then looked back at Sven, stepping closer to the man and leaning toward him. “Tell me something,” he whispered, pitching his voice even lower.  “How did she hear us? Do women in labour have heightened senses or something?”

“Of course they do,” Sven grinned. “They are superheroes after all.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ten Hours Later 

11:23 pm

“Okay, Joline,” Natahl said. Her deep, smooth voice, like her aspect, was calm and comforting, yet authoritative. “You’re at ten centimetres now, fully effaced, and I can actually feel the crown of baby’s head at your cervix.” She raised and tilted her head, looking up at Joline from between Joline’s spread-wide legs. “Think you’re ready to push?”

Joline shook her head emphatically, her face screwed up as another contraction contorted her body. “Nnnnnoooooo, don’t... don’t wanna. Too tired. Can’t.”

“Oh, but you can and you have to,” Ansgar cooed, brushing the back of her hand with his. He scooped up a handful of warm water and, as he had been doing, dribbled it down the back of her neck. “I want to meet my daughter.”

“Who the fuck... cares what you want!” she spat. “It’s always about you, isn’t it? Ansgar wants... aaargh! this! Ansgar wants... that! Fuck you, Sssssgar!” she shouted. “Fucking... aaaaaagh!” Joline bore down, panting. Her body curled involuntarily and tightly upon itself. Her feet shuffled up towards her bottom and her shoulders and neck hunched. She cried out, hissing and growling through grit teeth. “Oh... God!”

“There you go,” Natahl soothed. “That’s it, just a few more seconds of pushing... there. Now you can relax. Okay... relax and breathe, Joline. Breathe.”

“See? Easy,” Ansgar perked. “Just like doing HIIT sprints on the Peloton, right?. Couple of seconds of push push push! then, sweet, blissful rest. You can do this.”

Her head swiveled sharply in his direction, her eyes aflame behind the red rims. “If it’s.... so easy... then you do it.”

“Would if I could.” Ansgar chuckled and looked over at the midwife. “Can we do anything to make the next one easier? Get her some relief?” He whispered the next few words into Natahl’s ear. “Make her less... cantankerous?”

“I heard that,” Joline hissed. 

“Um, Tahl? A little help here?”

“Let’s put on her music,” she replied. “Something to distract you, Joline, in between contractions. How does that sound? Ansgar, would you mind?” She indicated the Bose sound system on the shelf with a flick of her head. “My hands are a bit busy here.”

Ansgar dried his hands on a towel, stood, and turned to work the controls of the smart speaker. He turned the unit on, and then commanded, “Play Bizet’s Carmen.”

“No! No!” Joline shouted. “Don’t want that! Don’t want... opera.”

Ansgar took a deep breath through his nostrils and let it back out on puffed cheeks. “But Joline,” he sniffed, testily. “That’s what you said you wanted. That’s what we put on the birthing plan!”

“Don’t... care!” She shifted in the immense tub, sloshing water over the side. “Rather have... Iron... Maiden!”

“What?” Ansgar spat. “That’s not... that’s not even on your phone, darling! You don’t have any Iron Maiden! You don’t even like heavy.....”

“Get me some fucking... death... metal! Now!” She growled. 

“Do you actually want your daughter to hear that when she comes into this world?”

“Ansgar,” Natahl said, her voice a modulated but warning tone. “Switch the box to Pandora and you can select the Iron Maiden channel. It starts out with The Trooper. I’ve heard it in here enough times to know.” At Ansgar’s quizzical look, she continued. “Lots of moms change their minds about their music choices when it comes time to push, they think they want something nice and easy when all they want is something to make them angrier and a little bit insane so they push harder and.... oh, that’s it, Joline, here comes another one, bear down now.... get it done faster.”

Ansgar started the music, then rushed back to Joline’s side and knelt by the tub, his arm around her shoulders, as another contraction rocked her, sending her into a pushing paroxysm. “That’s it,” he encouraged, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re beautiful. You are amazing. Push, push!”

“I... am... pushing!” Joline screamed. 

“Ansgar,” Natahl clipped. “Come here, give me your hand.”

“What... why?” 

“Just do it. Give me your hand. Quickly”

Ansgar did as the midwife instructed and placed his hand in hers. “What is this, some sort of kumbayah?”

“No,” Natahl laughed. She pulled, placing his fingers under the water and between Joline’s legs. Ansgar recoiled a bit, unsure, but Natahl smiled up at him. “Trust me,” she said. “You’ll want to feel this.”

And as Joline relaxed back against the edge of the tub, as her head flopped back against Ansgar’s shoulder, he felt it. And what he felt brought tears to his eyes, made him gasp, and literally, took his breath away. 

“That, Ansgar,” Natahl said proudly, “is the top of your daughter’s head.”

“Jesus Christ,” Ansgar let out a breathy, amazed chuckle. “There she is! Jesus, Joline,” he cried, “she’s coming! And... and she has hair! I can feel.... Damn, but she has a lot of hair!”

“Not surprised,” Joline breathed. “All the heartburn I’ve... I’ve had.”

“Okay now,” Natahl crawled into the tub in front of Joline and squatted down, into the water, her hands cupped between Joline’s legs, ready to welcome the newest member of the Lindberg and Martinsson families. “One more push, one more big push ought to do it. Whenever it comes, you push. I’ll catch.”

Joline looked up at Ansgar and smiled through heavy breaths. “We kind of... went off the birthing plan, I think.”

“Oh that. Well. That went out the window a long time ago.”

“Yeah, sorry about the... the lavender,” she huffed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied. 

“And the massages.”

“You hate massages anyway.”

“And the lighting.”

“Dark, light, what does it matter? As long as you’re comfortable.”

“And, I guess... the music.”

Ansgar shrugged. “If she develops a taste later in life for thrash metal, how bad could that be? I’ll just be taking her to a different sort of concert when she’s sixteen that’s all.” He laughed. “At least you didn’t develop a sudden urge to listen to country music. Can’t stand that at all you know. I’d have absolutely had to put the line in the sand on that one. That’d have been a no.”

“Ansgar?” she clasped her hand around his wrist, fingers slowly digging into his flesh. Her face flushed and she grimaced with the wave of another... and hopefully the last... contraction.

“Yes, darling?”

“Shut... up!” she bellowed. “If you keep... talking your... head off... I can’t.... aaaah! push!”

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Damen i svart (The Lady in Black) | Arne Mattsson | 1958

The Lady in Black strikes!

Sven Lindberg and... ?