Rebekahgoods

What a working day. I ran straight up to me and Frances’ area, slammed the door powering me, threw myself down on the bed and cried and cried. Then my heart jumped up in my throat and I cowered down into the mattress. But then the door banged open up and in he walks. Then she had lifted a glass from the table and it crashed in smithereens on the black door closing powering me. ‘Wh what.’- she said once more, leaning on the table.

Known for his wry deadpan-he’s a grasp at crafting absurdist humor out of seemingly banal situations-the acclaimed Swedish author-director, who turned 78 last month, is significantly in a considerably fewer jocular mood for About Endlessness.