Ove, an ill-tempered, isolated retiree who spends his days enforcing block association rules and visiting his wife's grave, has finally given up on life just as an unlikely friendship develops with his boisterous new neighbors.
It's hard to admit that one's been wrong. Especially when one's been wrong for a long time.
It's the same people all the time. The same people. That's how it's always been. Their names are different, but they're the same. The only place for a municipality bastard. Those fucking white shirts.