Stockholm

“I can’t explain to people on the outside how attractive the remorse is. Because it’s real. Because she means it from the bottom of her heart.”

Leigh and I went to see Frantic Assembly’s Stockholm this evening. It told the story of a destructive relationship, always teetering on a knife-edge and threatening to spill over either into the hysteria of an obsessive and all consuming love or into the depths of a cruel and violent bitterness. The protagonists were dragged from their perfectly turned out lives and pinned up against the wall or thrust into ice cold water by their demons who were always there, always threatening. An ever-present jealousy, insecurity, possessiveness, just bubbling underneath the surface.

The physicality of it all was beautiful but disturbing and the design was breathtaking. The honeymoon period was passionate and erotic, the climactic fight/dance scene harrowing and the make-up sex intimate and tender. And you left the theatre knowing that the cycle would continue. Days of perpetual sunlight followed by days of perpetual darkness. And there would be no way for them to get off the carousel – their future was doomed.It is nice to be challenged sometimes.

I always get home and wonder why I don’t go and see things like that more often. Anyway, The Times reviews the play far better than I do.

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3 thoughts on “Stockholm

  1. Thanks. But I didn’t pick up on the Stockholm Syndrome thing at all, which annoyed me. I thought it was all about the dark and light. But the Stockholm Syndrome works too, I suppose. Particularly with reference to the quotation at the beginning of my blog.

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