SCHWEINEREI (MESS)

When a clown goes to live in a palace, he doesn't become a sultan. No, the palace turns into a circus. -(Turkish proverb)- Welcome to a bacchanal of exuberant wealth and slumbering fear. In an armed bunker – simultaneously palace and amusement park – two eccentric, reclusive figures prepare for one last binge, on the eve of the revolution. Outside, the crowd pounds on the walls, inside the wine flows freely. Everything is in motion, nothing stands still. The music is still playing, but underneath the measure, the ground is already sliding away. Theatermaker Lieselot Siddiki creates a sensory performance about heirs of abundance and distrust, who get stuck in a twisted present. Are they despots of a dying order or lost souls in disillusionment? Fear is their driving force: of contamination, of noise, of loss of hierarchy, of the world outside. And from fear grows violence. SCHWEINEREI unfolds as an exuberant carnival in which order and hierarchy disappear, masks grow stuck, and power tilts. What looks like a paradise turns out to be a carefully staged cage where unrest and paranoia bubble under splendor and porcelain, accompanied by the seemingly light music of Mozart. It is a show about the end of a world order and what follows: a mirror for today, where excess and decay go hand in hand and revolution inevitably knocks on the door.