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Three Swedish dudes in their late twenties meet up at a happening discotheque to try their hand with the lady-folk. Near closing time, they all cast out their lines semi-desperately. What follows is a smart dialog-driven view on the bar scene. Amazingly, there was very little that seemed dated or foreign about this movie, a testament to the universal power of the writing (or perhaps the stale unchanging nature of the meat market.)

One way or another, this movie will likely grab you in some way. The moments with Gunnar and his lady are painful and awkward, like a scene out of Happiness. Arne and his lady are thought-provoking and odd artistes, more difficult to puzzle out. Calle and his lady are fresh and upbeat, injecting much-needed hope into what could otherwise be a semi-depressing film.

I believe the only way you can see this movie is on the DVD extras of My Life as a Dog but if you get a chance, it's well worth it. And if you hate it, it's only 45 minutes long, you haven't wasted much time.