Gymnastics and Cooing in the monkeys hand

The three living connection "error" you even while you loot the wig box.

at All: Nothing fits together. Barbara Steiner's stage with the black and white curtain does not fit to Shakespeare's "a Midsummer night's dream", the Ensemble supposedly six hours long. The variétéhafte light bulb hem does not fit on the green plastic tarp on the ground. The actors don't fit to each other, as you say, and your life, and not to Love them. And, even, not even the whiskers fit beards in the faces of Marie Rosa Tietjen and Kathi Angerer or the changing wall wigs on Martin Wuttkes hairless skull.

a crooked angle, the three are in the strange winter's night a reality. Only the actor Otto Sander was able to pack into a monologue 150 Circuits such as a Relay, rubs Wuttke, the Tietjen under the nose, whose game suits him a bit. In the other: zero connection to anything. Why are the figures in the spic-and-ironed Robin-Hood-costume Party (costumes: Sabin Fleck) have to bear the "Twin Peaks"-the name of Nadine, Diane and Leland, and white.

Initial Verkrampftheit

The "lack of ports" is the phenomenon of today, says Kathi Angerer. But we are already blown away: mercilessly loose, hard comedic Suada- Theater of the German writer-Director René Pollesch, who tells us the I-dislocations of the present, connected to mercy. To feel the beginning of his new piece, "I don't know what it is, I only know his price (Manzini studies)" in fact, even placeless.

It is because, as fremdle the Trio with the Text, the the think performance-Master developed with the Ensemble on the samples. The ladies crouching tensely on the ramp, Wuttke tigert nervously back and forth. You try to remember the 6 -, 8-or 24-Shakespeare-hours in advance. Over, lost: how the own life time.

"You don't have to have to search for it, when would you have with your self-destruction can stop with new vitality from the front, would begin: All of life is anyway a process of decline", bitcht Angerer's curls-headed beast. The "crack" lurks original sin in us all that spreads up to the inevitable final Bang. This "jump in the bowl" was download the real elephant in the porcelain, not the "Terror" that we use to spice up the drama Queens of the everyday life.

150-times of laughter

As in most of Pollesch's theoretical and musically upgraded the discourse of battles merely a helpless "hit, sunk left to us here!" and the laughter that reveals that we have been caught off guard. In exactly this Laughter, the well-interconnected audience broke out on Friday at least 150 times, even before the black and white curtain is raised. He opened, Bombastik free to Richard Strauss verpoppten "Thus spoke Zarathustra", in short, Oh so short, a perfect, ironic-idyllic waterfall view.

this prospectus of happiness fell. From the ceiling of the paw of a gorilla – fell huge as King Kong; choppy from the monkey body, as it is our overpowering emotions of consciousness and mind. Mäx means of the Partial Primate without a head, belly, legs: according to the chimpanzee in Nagisa Oshimas Film "Max, mon amour," in which a bored diplomat's wife the animal takes as a Lover.

solos of the Verfehlens

On Mäx’ monstrous Hand with the cushioned pads do gymnastics and geturtelt. The three have a debate, literally, grandiose, withdrawn, about the impossibilities of existence; time you sweat in acrobatic solos of desire, and – anyway – the Verfehlens.

As the Tietjen itself is full of yearning clings to the monkey fingers, until it is stuck firmly and desperately wriggles! As Wuttke in the giant hand wants to cuddle, but only sleeping, and finds it spans most precariously between the thumb and index finger. "It is at a point in my life where the future is doing so, as they would be, and only pretend you would be," he says. That you even To the end nothing will be as the Fata Morgana of a possibility of a non-place in the summer, nightmare of existence: for the night, eh.

Sometimes, the broken hero during the 100-minute chat into the Void. And because Pollesch spectacle machinery drives low-speed, glides you from time to time, into the blissful theater Nirvana. 6, 8, and 24 seconds. But then the connection is there again.

(editing Tamedia)

Created: 16.12.2018, 19:03 PM