Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Grapevine Milestones

by , , and

FIRST SUMMER The first issue was published on June 13, 2003. As the reader should know by now, we publish…

Back To Normal

by

“I haven’t smoked a cigarette since 1995, but I am going to have one now,” says a woman at an…

What Most People Call Hell, We Call Home

by

Tom Cruise is slowly strangling himself in some post-apocalyptic desert landscape. Yes, we are watching ‘Oblivion,’ a dystopian future film…

What Can Obama Teach Us About Icelandic Politics?

by

The election of Barack Obama in 2008 gave us all hope. Not only was he the first black American president,…

Why Is The Independence Party So Popular?

by

According to the polls, the conservative Independence Party seems to have regained all the ground it lost in the wake…

Svavar Knútur: Ölduslóð

by

Despite (or perhaps because of) his sometimes aching sentimentality, Svavar Knútur is one of the more able English language lyricists…

Jónas Sigurðsson and Luðrasveit Þorlákshafnar: Þar sem himinn ber við haf

by

Jónas knows how to open albums in a kick-ass manner and “Hafsins Hetjur” (“Heroes of the Sea”) is no exception….

Growing Old, French Style

by

The magic is gone, but once upon a time things were better. Perhaps this is a natural conclusion for filmmakers…

Making Sense Of The Past, Perhaps

by

“How do I define history? Well, it’s just one fucking thing after another,” says a character in Alan Bennett’s play…

A Misspent Star Wars Childhood

by

As I sit down in Harpa’s Eldborg hall to listen to the Iceland Symphony Orchestra play the music from Star…

What’s So Super About Supergroups?

by

There was a time when supergroups walked the Earth. Their first recorded appearance dates back to the late ‘60s, and…

An Oldie But Goodie

by

There is something about the strange and perverse mind of director Hrafn Gunnlaugsson that makes him ideally suited to deal…

Waiting For Bobby Fischer

by

Bobby Fischer was late as usual. Apart from playing chess rather well and not liking Jews very much, it was…

So What Are Icelanders Really Like, Then?

by

“Dissecting the psyche of a nation is a daunting task. It is also doomed to failure.” So begins Alda Sigmundsdóttir’s…

High Hopes For Húsavík

by

The northeast of Iceland has been steadily growing in popularity as a tourism destination, and small wonder, as it has…

Love In The Time Of War

by

Aside from the bombing of the oil tanker El Grillo, whose hulk can still be found lying at the bottom…

Mike Pollock: Universal Routes

by

Something of a legend on the Reykjavík scene since the punk era, Mike Pollock seems to stake his claim as…

Talk Of The Town

by

“Everybody loves a winner, so nobody loved me,” croons Tony Bennett from the stage of Harpa’s Eldborg Hall. “I do,”…

Enemies Of Iceland

by

For as long as anyone can remember, any major or minor celebrity who set foot in Iceland has been given…

All Is Weill With Sigríður Thorlacius

by

Café Rósenberg is to music what Bíó Paradís is to movies. It is somewhere the enthusiast can go to really…

Another Side Of The God Of Thunder

by

The Norse gods have certainly made their mark on popular culture. Just look at last year’s ‘Thor’ or this year’s…

GP!: Elabórat

by

No, it’s not the soundtrack to a Spanish-language version of a Sacha Baron Cohen film, but rather the first solo…

Hörður Torfa: Eldsaga, Loftsaga and Jarðsaga

by

The album series “Vitinn” shows singer-songwriter Hörður Torfa in various stages of life. ‘Loftsaga’ (“Air Story”) from 2004 shows him…

The Faroe Islands: Neither Iceland, Nor Scotland, Nor Even Denmark

by

“It’s not Scotland, it’s not Iceland. The Faroe Islands have embraced me. It’s kind of in the middle. Like Sc-iceland….

Putting The Green In Greenland

by

Surely Eiríkur Rauði, Eric the Red, must be one of the more Viking of the Vikings. Banished from Norway for…