Blood Wedding

Yesterday I went to the National Theater to see Federico Garcia Lorces´ fantastic play "Blodbryllup" ("Blood wedding"). This play gave me faith in the power of the theater and in the written word. The stage was totally stripped except for the actors and one chair for each actor. The only effect was the lightning and occasionally a few words on the back wall. There were a lot of pauses and silence in between the dialogue. The storyline is really sad and violent, but the actors played it with dignity and beauty. The mother in the play (Frøydis Armand) impressed me - she didn't only say the words right, but I could sense her pain, sadness and helplessness in small movements and manifested in her body. Nicolai Cleve Broch was the forsaken groom and captured the spirit of the play. If you're here in Oslo in the next days you should definitely run to the National Theatre to get a ticket!

Photo: Erik Berg The National Theater, Oslo