It rains although the sun shines. Silently, timeless silhouettes guide us through shady labyrinthine streets as Bluebeard and his latest wife arrive at their ‘castle’. The keys of the abattoir rattle. The heavy gates creak. The walls weep. And the forbidden door is opened, as we know it will be: the young piano tuner runs atop a high wall, Judith, hiding in the bathroom, hears Bluebeard’s approach. He draws his butcher’s knife...