Together, they sort things, they talk about things, they throw things away. Some of its worst instincts, though, come from Netflix’s now-tired Queer Eye, which shares a production company (Scout Productions) and a surface-level presentation with The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning.Įxperts-an organizer (Ella Engström), designer (Johan Svenson), and psychologist (Katarina Blom)-help organize a person or couple’s house, and do some emotional excavation at the same time. While the technique is adapted from a book, the underlying structure borrows from A&E’s Hoarders and the Niecy Nash-hosted Clean House. I have not read Margareta Magnusson’s book, but from what I’ve read about it and its subtitle (“How to Free Yourself and Your Family from a Lifetime of Clutter”), I had a general idea.Īmy Poehler’s summary works catches us all up: “getting your shit together before you die so others don’t have to do it.” It’s a delight from the opening seconds, when the series opens with Amy Poehler’s narration telling us “everyone is going to die” over a montage of happy-looking people, and then assures us this will not become a slasher flick-”not these people.” Every frame drips with personality, from the people and the production. What pours out is a lot of joy and charm and swearing. Starting an episode of Peacock’s The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning is like opening an overstuffed closet.
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