RABATZ!

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A comic evening by Herbert Fritsch

Where does language end and rioting begin? When the notorious Herbert Fritsch appears, all conventions fly around the theater's ears. In addition to his proven extreme talent for staging comedies, he has developed his very own theatrical language in recent years: beyond words, beyond meaning. Time and again, he brings texts to the stage that are not intended for this purpose and in which words become music ("Murmel Murmel"). When the Dada café Cabaret Voltaire opened in Zurich in 1916 and Dadaism was invented, someone commented: "This is a collection of young people who are creative and wanted to make a racket". Ha! Dada is exactly Herbert Fritsch's thing. And Rabatz too! A ruckus, a thunderclap of unreasonableness, a hurricane of unrestrained riotous art. We no longer know the verb "rabatzen" today. It once meant "to beat", "to hit", "to fight", "to romp around", "to be ruthless" - and that is the instruction to the ensemble. Herbert Fritsch loves the stage, the theater and people who love all that too. 13 years after his last production in Cologne - Brecht's "Puntila and his servant Matti" as a "festival of actors going wild" (Deutschlandradio) - he is back. In the tradition of Dada, he embarks on a search for the inexpressible, the non-representational, the dissolution of language, which should actually be redemption.