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"The bright madness" - untamed, unrestrained and provocative.
Dirty tiles, musty bulky waste - and a gay entertainer who survived the concentration camp. This is the material for “The bright madness” - a shrill revue that celebrates the joy of life.
Because that is slapstick with a message, artistry with theatrical quality and a witty-pointed, always sounding original score as a perfect imitation of style, as one would not have thought possible. A rousing musical with body-hugging interludes and LGBT message, a bastard from “Cabaret”, “Bent - Rosa Winkel” and “One flew over the cuckoo's nest. Because in the vaulted post-Nazi asylum, where the Doctor Freud portrait only inadequately covers the picture of Adolf, paragraph 175 is now in the ground by the schizophrenic, obsessive-compulsive, androgynous, gay, gypsy and black inmates who have escaped from the euthanasia hell danced, instead of the “Heil Hitler” one marches the “high heeler”.
This is made possible by someone who was once battered in a concentration camp  Herbert Maria Freiherr von Heymann ( Jack Woodhead , who sits at the piano and wrote the music: "Stripes make you slim", skinny diva in sequin pumps). He stages a freak show with the existing Balla-Balla-Gaga staff that loosely bundles the highest levels of artistry, concern and weird folds. The killer with the straitjacket (Florian Zumkehr) does handstand manikins on the chair, power guy Hans die Woge ( Rummelsnuff ) lets the chest muscles twitch individually and grumbles Albers songs. The 69-year-old (Doris Maxheimer) rises as the boneless queen of the night in the aerial shrouds. You are not only responsible for your little things here, but also wear this strange, sensual-sensitive, even surreal evening on stage as actors and singers.
There's weird clowning by the (Collins brothers) and goofy jokes, epileptic jerking and even a rusty but glowing show staircase in the loony bin. Power tube (Sarah Bowden) mutates as the brown Lili Marleen to Josephine Baker. With staccato quilting and burlesque stripping, she drives her fellow patients forward as would-be stars. Everyone here is totally banana when they're not dancing on the rope, rolling over, roller-skating, crushing potatoes, breaking chains or juggling hoops with their toes.
Even night nurse Hildegard plays the cello singing and wearing a monkey mask. And the punk bassist Mr. Wonderland plays the trashy Uncle Sam, who is supposed to take them all to America, the promised showbiz land. In between, the half-silk snake boy Punka Rosa (grandiose hermaphrodite with a filigree six-pack rubber belly: David Pereira ) in a girl's dress, like everyone else here, wants only one thing: to be loved. You must have seen that.
A production by Wintergarten in collaboration and with the kind support of BASE BERLIN. Subject to changes.
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