Grieving a dead child in horror films seldom lead to good things and this one is no different. Elin and Tobias selfmade hell gets stuck on repeat as they are endlessly "remurdered" by their own grief in the form of three nursery rhyme figures. The story in itself might not be that original (Don´t Look Now, Vinyan, Antichrist, Hereditary did similar things) but Nyholms perspective and touch is what sells the movie.
Very Swedish pop folk cinema notable for being annoying in the exact same way its theme song is, KOKO-DI KOKO-DA probably does have a cult potential. Took me a bit to realize it was agonizing, as though I were a crustacean being slowly boiled alive. Maybe director Johannes Nyholm believes horror movies in a unique position to prepare us for some of the harrowing implications should reality indeed prove a simulation.