We were promised earnest social responses and little known mysteries that unravelled greater insight into a world beside trees.
We were promised earnest social responses and little known mysteries that unravelled greater insight into a world beside trees.
Had enough of the hubbub, consumerism and constant mindless distractions of the city? Longing to be inflicted with the constant aggravations of it’s solitary, stressed-out, flat dwelling 30-something characters? Look no further.
Sweet it is, that is if you come expecting a love story with no back bone.
Asking an audience of 5 people (in a theatre that could potentially hold 300) to cheer and applaud for something they have no pre-conceived expectations of is a pretty stupid idea.
The complete performance takes you on a rollercoaster ride of savagely absurd observations, dodging shallow clichés and kicks you were it hurts (to laugh). Rarely giving you the time to wipe your eyes dry, the Doktor’s exceptionally unfaltering chants of supposed moral outrage and hilarity just keep coming.
It doesn’t take long before delving into a very sacred animalistic reality that seams rhythmic elemental patterns of nature together with collective clumsy extended body parts flailing into dance moves.
Bursting from a fridge with trouser-less mirth, you begin to wonder what awaits you from the realms of fantastic surrealism.




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(5.00 out of 5)