Ibsen was a guy with some really specific personal ideas about heterosexuality because 3 out of 4 plays of his I've read have been remarkably sympathetic portraits of women who deliberately set out to ruin the lives of the men they're involved with almost entirely on the basis of "god he's such a loser how could anyone stand him". Hedda Gabler is perhaps the epitome of this theme and it's great. The Master Builder, honestly, just didn't cohere for me at all, though. Based on the synopsis for it you might think it would be totally my thing but it just didn't "work" for me, the characters didn't feel real. It's possible the weird psycho-fantasy stuff is what drug it down. ( )