The clowns are back in town, and that's fantastic news. A good three years after their successful performance Pointless International, Buster, Coco, Joey and Sugar are standing again on the cracking stagefloor. Pointless International Brings Poly-Interpretability draws upon their previously proven succes: a cocktail of classical clownacts, transparant magic and shrill characters. And, by the way, an actual cocktail: a real-life Molotov-cocktail. Cover your ears!
Matthias de Koning, Jorn Heijdenrijk (Discordia), Vincent van den Berg and Czeslaw de Wijs ('t Barre Land) bring a charming, intimate clownshow, with characters which you will instantly fall in love with. And vice versa: "I love you," they say several times to each other and to the audience, actually whenever the opportunity arises. In the meanwhile, they trick their audience out of their money, pretty obviously. Everything about these clowns is human, even their flaws, and everything has a prize in their theater. No, totally innocent are Buster, Coco, Joey and the ever-silent stagehand Sugar by no means. Actually, it's a bunch of gambling, swearing, depressed clowns - who in their borken english drop things as “The world is a prison” and “I'm tired of breathing”. But the fact that ‘giving up’ does not belong to the options, that this possibility does not even come to mind, is a great relief.
Every act is about its failure, and every smile about masking the pain. With Clowns it revolves around the eternal failure, but to painstakingly continue nevertheless: what better mirror can you hold to humanity? Well, for example, 'The Broken Mirror' - the classic clownact where one clown tries to conceal that he broke the other one's mirror, by constantly mirroring him (and ofcourse ruthlessly failing at it, but who cares if the other doesn’t find out). In Poly-Interpretability, this act has been dipped into an Hamlet-sauce. Later, they also take the audience on a Tsjechov-tour. “We go to Moscow, as soon as possible. Shoot us to Moscow, Sugar!”
It's a virtually perfect combination of sadness and comedy, full of melancholy. Pointless International brings Poly-Interpretability is raw and comforting circustheater about a ruthless world - ours, I'm afraid - containing the naive person, who futilely tries to keep up or hang on. Those who saw Pointless International three years ago might get more of the same; I however, didn't see the first show, but would without doubt see the third part, should it ever come to that, in a number of years.