Out of Order
Music, sweat and bright light. A group of run-down white-faced clowns sits at a table in their chequered costumes. Suddenly they turn on one another in aggressive physicality and at a fierce tempo, driven by a rowdy song.
In Out Of Order it’s touch and go between absurd exuberance and gloomy tension. Between old gags and total exhaustion, bizarre comedy and absolute tragedy. Until the clowns slowly fall down, out of breath and melancholy, before the hunt begins again, in fits, chaotic, clumsy.
The British theatre collective Forced Entertainment draws a picture of the current socio-political situation. The absurdity of an uncommunicative society ruled by a bunch of clowns is reflected in a tireless back-and-forth between childish hysteria and Wild West brutality. Forced Entertainment delighted the audience of the KunstFestSpiele last year with their ‘Table Top Shakespeare’. In Out Of Order they now show an entirely different aspect of their theatrical work which does without words and yet says it all. Carefully imbalanced, the piece looks into the all too real abysses of our world. The clock ticks. The music rises. And it all comes to nothing.