A raucous yet absurdly dark comment on intolerance and social etiquette.
In ‘What Shall We Do With The Cello?’ three strangers shelter from a surreal deluge of rain, accompanied by a very persistent cellist. Curiosity turns to desperation as the three decide to organize themselves against what they see as pure musical aggression.
Why is he playing? Can’t he just wait like everybody else?
Just wait… because there is Nothing to be done (in Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot.”) But the very comic and absurd essence of Vișniec’s characters is in the fact that they are very busy doing nothing.
They are trapped, not just by the rain but in their own circular thinking; longing for freedom but looking nostalgically back to a time of restriction and rules:
As far as I can see, nothing is forbidden here.
That’s why this guy is killing us with his cello.