Sunday, May 16, 2004
Tonight I saw 'Songs from the Second Floor', a resurrection of Beckett in today's Sweden.
Scandinavia has this image of a place where the "project of modernity" has been successful. A place that every thing is well-structured, organized, clean, and in one word rational. 'Songs from the Second floor' shows the logical result of such a system: the outcome is nothing but a tragic disconnection of people from the world and from each other.
What made Chekhov's Uncle Vania depressed and angry, what made autumn come to Cherry Orchard is here now in its entirety. It is dark, cold and bitter. The Rational look at man has resulted nothing but a deep loneliness.
The 'taste' of watching this movie is even more bitter when you are from a country from the first floor. It is sad when you know your supposedly beautiful dream is somebody's else's nightmare.