This is a very difficult review to begin. Where do you start with Müller anyway? Whether you are reading a text, staging a production or viewing one, it all seems to evade interpretation and conclusion. I’ll begin with some evident points as a viewer. First, this is one of those things you will like or loath, depending on your curiosity and tempering towards theatrics of a more “artistic” persuasion. By artistic I mean that Müller is a master of post-modern mixology, crossing wires all over the place in the creation of work that pries at the individual audience member’s brain, as if to say “What do you think about this? And what about this? And this? ...” and so on and so forth, in a relentless, yet soft push towards who knows where and what. Does this make sense?
Having been in
One thing that I can say for sure, the cast all love Heiner Müller and are dedicated to staging his complicated, elusive intentions with assertive vision. Their passion for the work, the sheer fact that