The movie is one of the worst i have seen. It is a tragic tale of a worn and retired Roland Hassle. His gray life revolves around the assassination of Olof Palme. Roland and his friends, who does not have any life either, do different reconstructions of the murder and the circumstances around it. Maybe it's the reward, maybe it's pure bitterness that makes him continue doing what he is doing. The film is in grainy blue-gray tones and it feels like the film was rented in a video shop 1986. The film contains a few fumbling attempts at humorous elements. But the whole thing just gets more tragic and it feels somehow redemptive when the movie ends.
