intresting but i would have rather seen this text adapted as a play than a film

Somewhat hysterical reflection on art, with a lead actress perhaps not quite capable of conveying the wild complexity of character the writer seems to intend, yet this still gradually develops a certain power. The appearance and behaviour of the characters is in some respects quite anachronistic: if this was intentional, it is unclear what the goal might have been.

All about the creative impulse and the pain it takes to get there, and the ability or inability of art to relieve that pain. It's kind of a hybrid of In the Presence of a Clown (which I loved) and After the Rehearsal (which I didn't care much for), and my enthusiasm for it is roughly in the middle as well. I think Teje is too over-the-top, much like the character in Rehearsal. Some of the dialogue isn't that hot, either. Overall, there are some good insights, and a fine performance from Bjork.