Die Passagierin

Not sure I'd have chosen to spend an evening inside an SS officer's head, but here we are. I was at the DNO's backstage event at a rehearsal and decided, "OK, I will get a ticket."

You don't like her. You don't like anyone, really.

And then in the last scenes, when the violinist plays Bach instead of the commandant's requested waltz (an act of pure stubbornness in the face of death) I was really undone. Saw it coming. Still went through the motions of it. I guess even knowing what's happening cannot truly prepare you for the senseless violence, even when you know it's "pretend". (Because it was based on a true story, also.)

The staging is genuinely fun, which sounds wrong but isn't: cruise ships, glamour, the whole bit. It earns its darkness by contrast. Left thinking about my own moral compass for longer than was comfortable.