True to the more muted tone of the premiere, the second episode offers minimal indication that anything is wrong.
A film about history that avoids it entirely. Not out of cowardice or lack of nerve, but because the head-on acknowledgement of Europe’s long 20th century is quite simply too painful.
Kveikur is a more pointed effort, stripped of the lavish, often self-serving production the band indulged in the past.
The Electric Factory, with its naked wires, exposed backstage, and lamely raw industrial architecture, is perhaps the perfect venue for an artist like Jónsi.