went to theatre last night, saw the chicken (hænuungarnir) by bragi ólafsson, of former sugarcubes bass-plucking fame, of current poet, novelist & playwright fame
sigurhans, a big jazz aficionado calls an extra meeting with the residents of his building, with the aim of outing his next-door neighbours as the perpetrators of the monstrous theft of his 8 frozen chicken — sorely missed, even though they were 40% off
try as they might, the characters are incapable of communicating with each other in any meaningful way, especially the old widow from upstairs, who is losing her hearing & manages to turn everything to the russian chicken-eating jazzband playing in karhula for her & jorma
in a word hilarious, with some exquisite comic acting, and a brilliant set
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