At the start of this intellectually confronting and complex one-man play, Olaf Hojgaard (Edwin Wright) tells us he was watching the 2011 Tour de France telecast when he first heard about Anders Behring Breivik's politically motivated murder of 77 people in 80 minutes in Norway: "I saw a bike race,
Recycling Breivik's body count on stage
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Edwin Wright in Manifesto 2083.
Wright does an excellent job of suggesting someone containing power with unexaggerated, natural control (the banana-eating, a la Samuel Beckett's Krapp's Last Tape, is briefly distracting).
Happily, "crime-o-tainment" (exploiting real anguish for drama) is limited to a brief description of the start of Breivik's rampage. Earlier, incongruous details of his bomb-making mistakes elicited nervous audience titters - a reminder that true horror can start from farce.
The simply-staged play is nothing if not self-aware: knowing that he is giving Breivik a platform, Hojgaard asks: "am I your useful idiot?" Well, yes. But in spite of Breivik's terrorism, society has not lost the right to air his views. When it comes to freedom of speech, the play is its own subject.