jerking The spectator stands and slides on rails to the front to get close to the people on the stage and even closer to those on the canvas about us – the spiked helmet soldiers in black and white, which will soon disappear under Sepia klecksern; the monstrous skull, the holes of black Eyes down at all of us staring at it, until it is blended of a clown face with wide open mouth that is devouring us, the same.
"Destruction!", there's screaming somewhere, the voices of newscasters slide on top of each other, the string curtain pulls. We have a blood wasted tiled side wall, stained blue, on the half-dead, the front squats with an oxygen mask, and the devilish Entertainer complete in White, conducts the scene. And us cheats. As Hans Castorp was lying on the train from Hamburg to Davos.
adventures of the flesh
"This is an up began to be lifted, to excite him, to meet him with a degree of Anxiety", it is called in Thomas Mann's novel "The magic mountain", on the "engaging young man" who loses on the road the orientation. Hans Castorp travels to three weeks in an amount clinic and will remain seven years, until the First world war, and brings it back to the flat land. "Home and order", he will be releases from the active life, plunges into adventures of the flesh and of the mind.
And we with rush, Yes are already in free fall, as Karin Henkels literally stunning man adaptation of "The great petulance" after "The magic mountain" feel. Europe is in a fever.
Anywhere the pain lurks on the errors of the non-Political, which the man himself was eaten.
To just under 1000 pages of Thomas Mann in 1924, had spread the pre-war ravings: The tooth is loose talk of democratic humanists, and the dangerous dreams of the authority of creditors anti-capitalists – scary-kind of dirty as Fritz Fennes scout in the mage-Look to it, and that Milian Zerzawys naphtha as a Hippie, therefore, is downright nasty.
The longing for a clean Terror drives all of us – as well as the disgust for the dead citizens of the hinkonsumiert fat in front of the Coccus in the patient. Everywhere the pain lurks on the errors of the Apolitical, which Thomas Mann used to be eaten. The staging – Karin Henkel's illness could not half lead to the end, so for the "final line" assistant Director Maximilian Enderle and dramaturge Viola Hasselberg draw – sweating current irritability.
Bernhard Pörksen describes in the program booklet, today's soul's location as a "permanent irritation", as an "outrage Cybernetics", a hot run through "digital Fever". And it is, as believe us, the staging trapped in such Irritation; in the insanity of the pulmonary clinic, where Castorp lost his sick cousin – touching: Christian Baumbach – visited, and in the spirit of the time crisis machine. Also under the ground fluctuates, meanwhile, the side stage scaffolding rise like mountain sides – for the stacked rooms expensive Verreckens.
all Around, then Videos, the patter on the retina. Alain Croubalian, Kay Buchheim and Matthias Lincke blue rock live Apocalyptic. And the eleven actors are not suited as a lone wolf somewhere in the apocalyptic theatre, when they occur, especially in the chorus: A visual and an audible fever thrust is chasing the next.
What is His? Repeat!, the piece repeats the Text. So we commute in the shipbuilding hall on the stands all the time, as one of the three hours fly by left and Castorp is watching himself, in the form of the grandiose Frauenduos Carolin Conrad and Lena Black, when Dekadenzeln; self-imitating. Stage designer Thilo Reuter has recreated the novel, quasi -: The-Scenes double on different levels, a table rotating on mini-bikes in a circle. Everything is stuck in a time warp, endless.
For the last shipbuilding production under Barbara Frey's directorship much of it has been done.
"life is nothing more than a fever of matter, of which the process is accompanied by ceaseless decay and restoration," says Carolin Conrad's Castorp. Lena Black repeated this in French and Russian: a reference to Castorps mistress Clawdia Chauchat in the book. On the stage he has, clearly, been having an affair with himself, as a man-woman, while the mephistophelean medicine trio, it makes him grauslig cozy: Michael Neuenschwander as a cynical doctor, Ludwig Boettger as a psycho doctor, Isabelle Menke as a strict matron.
the dance of death is Rhythmised by the hysterical-comical outbursts of the patients (Katrija Lehmann, Friederike Wagner), and Gottfried Breitfuss' suicidal Peeperkorn balanced us a sermon resist rationalism, atheism, and probably delusional stand on the ear.
For the last shipbuilding production under Barbara Frey's directorship much of it has been done, the space maximum recorded, technology drive, directed by theatre celebrated – and yet the novel wonderfully kept the faith. That, sometimes, Thomas-male-foreign, undisciplined wafted the desperation and Bombast: The may party at the rousing farewell.
Created: 16.05.2019, 18:18 PM