I watched the first episode of Don’t Ever Wipe Tears Without Gloves tonight, and having spent the entire episode balancing precariously somewhere between tears of heartbreak and tears of joy, I have to say I’m awaiting the next episode with equal parts glee and angst.
The early on flash-forward scenes of the hospital bedridden protagonists provide a particularly gut-wrenching reminder of the harrowing impact the aids virus had on all too many. I can’t help but look upon their romance as doomed, bittersweet and just, bloody heartbreaking. Rasmus, Benjamin, my boys. Superb supporting characters too. Paul, you especially. I will adore and loathe this show in equal measure.
Absolutely fantastic Swedish drama. Well worth popping the spectacles on.