Dear W:
Despite the hour, it's still light out as I peer out the windows onto the Kungsträdgården. Hard to believe I just sat through a two-hour-plus performance. At the moment, Café Opera is hopping with its usual array of post-opera and post-theater affluent Swedes (and a generous share of tourists). It's pretty and it's pretentious -- even locals say so. And very over-priced. But it's only five minutes from Dramaten . . .
Speaking of which, what can I say? Bergman is a genius. His Bacchae was in the Målarsalen, Dramaten's small, upstairs "experimental" black-box space. Virtually no set. No color. Just a bunch of actors creating an emotional intensity that's practically visceral. Bergman's conceit was to cast the role of Dionysus with a young, attractive actress (Dionysus was said to be fair featured and effeminate) thus making the play's fundamental conflict intensely sexual in addition to being metaphysical. Hence, Bergman's two favorite themes -- Men vs. Women and Man vs. God -- are perfectly fused. The erotic tension between Dionysus and Pentheus was palpable. And never before have I seen a Greek chorus do their usual ritualistic dancing and singing in a way that was even slightly plausible. Here it was hypnotic.
More details (and photos) when I see you. Now it's off to Sture Compagniet, a hot disco I'm told I simply must visit.
Love,
Stan