A comic book coming to life with a walking table, a colorful-smoking cottage and a frustrated fuse box about the tragic failure of a community.
On the stage stands a house. It emits colourful wisps of smoke and shortly afterwards a man in green appears with a rubbish bag in his hand, ready to put it outside. Strange creatures, half huma, half thing, circle around the house. They sniff around, entince, scream for affection. The house is a springboard, a trampoline for imagination.
Are we to witness a surrealistic spectacle or will we (finally!) get to see the underlying reality as it really is, in full view, fragile and blindly hurtful?
Twelve years after the premiere, Warlop had taken the production up again as a memory that has to be relived. She’s ready for it. The time is right.