Edvard Munch has been incarcerated in a smart restaurant overlooking 
              the Oslofjord in Norway, close to where the artist grew up. The 
              themed hotel plays a dangerous game, it seems, its appearance more 
              akin to a kind of wayside art motel. The 'collection' simply boasts 
              a mixture of bad abstract paintings and worse figurative works. 
              Munch would have been distressed and embarrassed (screamingly so), 
              to find himself stuck here.