This impeccably plated set is as savory as the brains sucked out of a quail’s head by Jarl Kulle’s General Löwenhielm.
The contrast between the harsh chiaroscuro of the character’s reality and the overexposed brightness of his hallucinations is palpably felt.
From Strindberg to von Trier, there has always been a distinctively pokerfaced humor streak running through Scandinavian dourness.