This movie beautifully portrays a modern day Balzac character. A poor, young provincial comes to the big city with his good looks and intelligence to join the upper classes. In order to do so, he makes deals with the dregs of the city, meanwhile during the day, existing as an everyman. At the start of the film, the alternate worlds are loosely held apart as he parties with the beautiful young things of Stockholm only to wake up in his dormitory room to realize he has 243 krona (28 euros) left in his bank account. He walks to the communal kitchen to steal some milk labeled with another student’s name and then does someone else’s homework for money. His entry to the elite is not through a wealthy married woman with time to kill, but the rich gay student he does his homework for. He orders his shirts online and then sews on better buttons. He hides his car in the bushes and walks the length of the driveway up to the mansion where the other convertibles are parked. The small details he painstakingly tries to hide soon catches up with him as all three parts of his life start overlapping and blurring into an existence of its own. An escaped drug dealer ends up recovering from a near death beating in his dormitory bed, blood stains from a raid of a fellow cab driver spot his white cuffs as he discovers their presence while excepting a glass of wine from his girlfriend’s father. He never pinpoints what allows him to be so readily accepted by everyone. He screams in disbelief, “Why do your rich parents like me ?!” “Why do they like me ?!” His girlfriend stares at him like he is challenging a known fact, he concludes because they think he is rich. He thinks his non-swedish partners in crime want him for his intelligence but they realize he is naive. Its his beauty they want. His beauty makes it easily believable that he is in fact rich and that he is trustworthy when deep down they know he is not.