Love and Money

The individual psychic deformations which the economic rat race brings with it are the theme of this play which is already a couple of years old but nevertheless remains a play for the current crisis. The story is told in jumps, working backwards, the story of a love which ends in a kind of murder: out of pure avarice the male protagonist David watches his wife Jess dying of an overdose of sleeping tablets and helps her on her way with vodka. The deep inner bond between performers Susanne Wolff and Daniel Hoevels gives the woodcut-like scenes of acquisitiveness, sexual prostitution and crass human indifference a disturbing sense of inevitability. The action takes place in a lower middle class cage which looks rather like a hi-tech climbing frame, the couple’s home. All the people around them; the girl’s parents, the husband’s boss, behave like deeply disturbed zombies. Kimmig presents the perverse deficiencies of this weird society in such an off-hand and archly unspectacular manner, as if it is entirely normal to desecrate other people’s graves or put other people’s chewing gum in your mouth. A night of crisis theatre to be scared of.