No? Well, I strongly recommend it. To be honest, I read the English version of ‘Horses at the Window’ by Matei VISNIEC (please see further credits below) only a few hours before I saw the actual stage show. Actually scanned the 10.052 words is more accurate. (Thanks to this woman Ester who only seems to be alive late at night.)
Damn. To be even more honest, I didn’t like very much what I scanned. Meaning: I seriously was not really in the mood for this kind of shit. But what can you do when somebody makes the effort to deliver what she promised upon your request?
Sometimes you just have to go like: fuck it and jump.
Everybody is the same, but not really
Maybe I saw a different play than the other spectators? But who cares? For all I know every single one of us felt something different. The keyword is ‘to feel’. And for that to happen you need some kind of magic. Quality.
The beauty of not understanding a language is that you need to focus on other stuff. Setting, light, sound, nonverbal communication, body language, interaction and so on. Which in itself brings you closer to theater. (If not just read the damn piece).
By the way, the photography was nothing less than brilliant. As a painter (and poet, and short movie director, and writer) I took so many pictures in my head (and not only of that ‘hot as fuck’ little actress) that I really felt like having a beer and share what I was going through. Art is about emotions.
To cut a long story short, for some reason I didn’t feel I was wasting my time. I really enjoyed myself.
The end of the day there’s only one thing that matters. That evening these people made a lot of people happy. Thanks. And keep on rocking! Because, no shit, I want more! (And, for once, this time I can’t be the only one who feels like that. It’s just impossible.)
And now the uncut version I texted a friend
“This was really amazing. Of course I missed a lot of things. Especially some humor. But since I was in the front row it was quite a physical experience. Acting was phenomenal. Didn’t need the language. Next time join me bitch! Love you. Not.”
Also, it’s been too long since I experienced a play. What about you? Let me know.
*picture (c) Florin Chirea – Play directed by Ester Mitrofan, member of StArAct. Actors connected with UNATC.