With the camera fixed inside a car, we watch a flawless Mikael Persbrandt driving around saying goodbye to all the people he loves, or at least ought to love, before committing suicide. Structured like a disconnected series of short films, the film resembles an antology, or at least suffers from the usual problem of one: the inconsistency of quality. There are some quite strong scenes with amazingly intense dialogue, like the ones with his son. But some of the other scenes are a bit of a drag.