It is possible to take the set designed for Ronny Jakubaschk’s production literally. These people and their society are on the way down. The actors emerge from narrow metal lockers to tumble downwards along a stage like half-pipe racing track, and once they are at the bottom they are surrounded on three sides by strangers (the audience).
There is nothing more to be saved anyway, the killing spree has already happened. No one talks about the catastrophic deed but only about the life that the victims had at this point.
The production fits in perfectly with the dense, highly symbolic, furiously formulated and brief interwoven scenes written by the playwright David Paquet and their grim humour. Thus its view of the characters tends to be curious and critical. Both the director and his brilliant ensemble revel in getting the most out of the pitiless jokes in the biting text.
The production is utterly free of compassion when it talks intimately to the audience about the terrible events and how they happened. On the other hand it also asks penetrating questions. What sort of life did these people live? Why were they so uninterested in one another, why did they talk so little with one another, trust each other so little, help each other so little? Was there no hope at all? They made every attempt to find a solution to their problems. But just one solution was to resort to arms. It’s lucky for us all that we live in a completely different manner. Don't we.
