Post by Grubb.
The accordion ripple of white concrete give this church the look of a collapsing iceberg that can be seen from miles around.
My father’s church in Los Alamos was an A-frame like the Arctic Cathedral in Tromsø. Similar to the Arctic Cathedral, it also had stained glass windows above the altar that let in a lot of light. Both churches (and the Arctic Cathedral is more church-size than cathedral-size) were built by Lutheran parishes in the Sixties. So visiting the Arctic Cathedral was like opening a door into my past.
Take One, the establishing shot:
Take Two, a close-up of the pews. Those are some comfortable-looking seats! The ones I grew up with were the classic wooden tests of one’s faith.
Take Three, long shot of some gold-tinted pineapple chandeliers that have a better claim to a chain hotel than the to a church.
Take Four, medium shot of futuristic ice-jagged organ ready to deafen the congregation into righteousness.
Take Five, wide-shot of altar unadorned in simple modern purity under a stained-glass window that shows the widening blob of a man slipped from the clutches of a heavenly hand, or is that a paw? This gets a half a hosanna.
How much better it would have been if those colored panes of glass had made up Yggdrasil! Bring back the giants and the dwarves and the demons from the sea! Let’s have a colorful narrative up there!
CUT!
Jesus said, “Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me.” Or some such.