By Kerstin Ekman
On Midsummer's Eve, 1974, Annie Raft arrives together with her daughter Mia within the distant Swedish village of Blackwater to hitch her lover Dan on a close-by commune. On her trip during the deep woodland, she sumbles upon the positioning of a grisly double murder--a crime that might stay unsolved for almost two decades, until eventually the day Annie sees her grown daughter within the hands of 1 guy she glimpsed within the woodland that eerie midsummer night.
Like Gorky Park and Smilla's experience of Snow, Blackwater is a distinct trhiller within which the hearts and minds of the characters are as strikingly compelling because the unique northern panorama that envelops them.
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