Frowin is funny. Frowin is fast. Frowin is up to date. Without pointing fingers. No know-it-all attitude. Not yesterday's cabaret, but today's political stand-up. Simply clever and with astonishing ease. And above all, really funny. Because with Frowin, the big issues are always in the little things. Because he finds the humor in anger and the absurdity in everyday life. With him, you leave the theater in a great mood.
His new solo is bursting with punchlines, is politically to the point and shows attitude. His characters are spot-on and the audience squeals with delight at the eternally befuddled Kurt Klawuttke. And Frowin can sing too - like few others in his guild.
The press has known it for a long time: Frowin is "highly topical in a relaxed, effortless way" (Fränkische Nachrichten), "Bravura! So versatile! Really great cabaret!" (Nachtkritik Gauting) or simply: "Frowin is a five-star performer" (Südwestpresse).
In his current solo, Frowin aims straight for the heart of all disasters: Our brain. Every minute it is confronted with a media orgasm, facts or fakes - it doesn't matter, the main thing is that there is always some kind of climax. It goes without saying that our brain goes haywire and ends up where we only expect it to be in extreme cases: in the ass. Literally. But even our second organ of thought is overwhelmed by the constant digestion of news feeds. But don't worry: Frowin is not calling for media celibacy! No, he's calling for it: Let's prolong the foreplay! Until the synapses dance. So prepare your body and soul for a deeply eroticizing evening for heart and brain, because: "There will be foreplay!".
"One of the sharpest and wittiest satirists of our time." (MOZ)
Michael Frowin Idea & book
Hans Holzbecher Collaboration & direction