Maybe you heard that Sweden’s TV4 is airing a sitcom called Welcome to SwedenÂ about an American guy who falls in love with a hot Swedish woman and leaves his great job in NYC to move to Stockholm?
Well, that’s pretty much my story about moving to Sweden. Except that I moved from New Jersey and had no job or money when I moved here. On the other hand, my Swedish wife IS hot, so there’s one similarity.
Welcome to Sweden disappoints
In one of the opening scenes, the Swedish customs agent looks through every last inch of the American guy’s baggage and asks him a bunch of tough questions.
That cliche is ridiculous. Sweden may have the most friendly customs agents in the world –Â in many ways they act exactly the opposite of the customs agents any foreigner will have to face upon entering America.
This would have been funnier
The guy walks up to the customs booth . He looks around, and waits a while, but he can’t find anyone. Then he sees them off in a room to the side eatingÂ fika — cinnamon buns and coffee. They’re taking their union protected break.
Then a super nice customs agent comes out and welcomes him to Sweden in a very friendly and pro-American way (because Swedes love America).
“Where do you come from?” he asks. “Oh, I love the New York Rangers,” he says in a thick Swedish accent. “I am going to Manhattan this summer and we are planning on going up to Harlem to eat pulled pork.”Â (The number one Google search term for food in Sweden in 2013 was “Pulled Pork” — they can’t get enough of it.)
The actual and realistic cultural differences between Americans and Swedes are enough to make people laugh.
My wife and I got married in Sweden.Â Our wedding was the real version of â€œMy Big Fat Greek Weddingâ€.
Her blonde-haired, blue-eyed, parents had the fear of death in their eyes as we tossed them up in the air on chairs during the Hava Nagila. They grew up in the classiest of neighborhoods in Stockholm, and had the right last names, and know how to use a fork and knife.
My East Coast Jewish parents — both second-generation immigrants who grew up barely middle class, with little money, fewer manners, and the complete inability to use a knife together with a fork — talked too much, too loud and had a hard time trying to understand why Swedes didn’t talk much at all.
Welcome to Sweden has broken through barriers but the writers failed to capitalize on the hysterical things that happen when these two cultures clash.
It’s the first sitcom with a lot of English ever aired on Swedish TV and will be interesting to see how it does. Now I understand that NBC in the United States has bought the rights to the show. That’s even more interesting.
I will, however, have to watch one more episode when my man Will Farrell makes a guest appearance.
I know I’ve been tearing it up, but for those of you thinking about moving to Sweden to make a go of it, I suggest watching Welcome to Sweden. While it’s not too realistic, it may help with your Swedish language skills.
And truth be told, I’ve seen worse sitcoms.
Let me know: Have you seen it? What did you think?