A faithful, unfaithful, willfully American misreading of Henrik Ibsen's Peer Gynt , a nineteenth century Norwegian play which is famous for all the wrong reasons. Watch as Peter Gnit makes bad decisions on the search for his True Self, which is disintegrating. A rollicking and very cautionary tale about, among other things, how the opposite of love is laziness.
Subtitled "A fairly rough translation of Henrik Ibsen's Peer Gynt" Gnit is actually a pretty free form absurdist modern adaptation of such. Eno's very droll, deadpan humor actually compliments Ibsen's original more than you might think, and it would be a very interesting play to actually see performed.
Haven't read Peer Gynt, so flying blind here. Couple moments of beautiful sentiment—the closing story into intermission of a son to his dying mother is stunning—and otherwise just a unique portrait of a singularly self-centered individual.
Disclaimer: I haven't read the book, but rather saw it performed.
Will Eno has a beautiful way of mixing comedy and tragedy that expresses some of the most poignant, hopeless, and introspective thoughts imaginable. I was completely floored by this existentialist take on a biography of the self.
Not really sure how to rate this. On the one hand, Eno's wackiness comes through, on the other hand, Peer Gynt is just as annoying as ever. In some ways they're a good match, but I prefer Eno straight and my Ibsen post-Gynt.
I'm not familiar with Peer Gynt, but this stands on its own as a weird / wonderful modern morality tale with no simple morals but great humanity and (odd) humor throughout.