It has to be said that I am a soft-hearted figure who is sometimes ashamed when I can't hold back the tears in the movie theater even to all kinds of Hollywood buffs. But the documentary about Hans Alfredson and Tage Danielsson is something on horseback. Even though it's been a week since I saw the movie, I haven't really caught up yet.

Obviously, that would be sad pieces. We know that Hans Alfredson lost a 5-year-old son in a terrible accident in 1967 and that Tage Danielsson died prematurely in 1985. Of course, this is mentioned in the film, but is by no means the focus.

It is a regular talking heads documentary where a large number of people, especially actress colleagues, friends and family members talk about their relationships with Hasse and Tage. Pictures and clips are from the family's private archive of photos and old super-8 films, and from the protagonists' incredible production. As you can still tell, it is more fun and fun than sad and sad.

There are fun memory images from the 88-ear revue, from cranky Lindemän and from the Mosevision. There are clips from About a Jetty, the Apple War, Picasso's Adventure and the Man Who Quit Smoking. Stellan Skarsgård is there and says that Hasse and Tage were part of our collective consciousness. Lena Olin goes even further and says that Hasse and Tage were the people's home. There is the former - now to come - modern minister Anders Björck who bravely and openly expresses his admiration for the film's protagonists. And so the children of Hans Alfredson and Tage Danielson who talk deeply about their fathers as the kind and fun fathers they were.

Jane Magnusson has made a film that you see with the same solemnity as when you accidentally end up in front of the bookshelf with albums at the home of an elderly relative. You sit down for a while on the dusty parquet and first browse a little scattered, but then more interested, and then you are stuck. The past flushes over one and you sit there for a long time and remember how everything once was and how everything then became.

Now, I don't usually cry when I look in other people's family albums, but the movie about Hasse and Tage is like watching their, my own, and all other families' photo albums at the same time, and it is absolutely overwhelming.