Dani
Student of journalism and politics. Wannabe intellectual. Socially awkward. Interested in recent history, literature & languages. Concert addict. Fangirl.

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Posts Tagged: 'theater'

Jan. 10th, 2010

"The revolution is like Saturn - it eats its own children."

Wohoo, I have a free day from school tomorrow, because there's snow. Because apparently Germans are insanely scared of snow. I mean, honestly, there's like 20cm of snow and I don't see any problems whatsoever with getting to school, but no. Seems to be way too dangerous. Well, I'm not about to argue.

In other news my boyfriend and me went to the theater last week to see "Danton's Death" and OMG, it was brilliant. I always love going to the theater, but unfortunately can't afford it very often. But we managed to get our hands on some cheap tickets and it was so worth it.

The theater of Hamburg is always a great location anyway, let me say this first. It's over a hundred years old, with lots of pomp and gold and velvet. So yeah, that's great.
But more importantly the play was amazing. Georg Büchner, the author, is one of my favourite German writers of all time anyway. Unfortunately he died really young, but everything he wrote is sheer brilliance.
Danton's Death is the story of the end of the French Revolution. Robespierre is about to establish his Reign of Terror, while Danton, the idealistic humanist, tries to end the horror. But it's less about the victory of one ideology over another than about how Danton is tired of fighting. He doesn't fail because of his enemies, but because he mistrusts the revolution in its very nature, because he is disgusted with humanity and because he is longing for death while being afraid that dying may not give him the "nothing" he is longing for. Obviously he dies at the end, being guillotined by Robespierre's sidekicks.
It's typical for Georg Büchner, who was trying to prepare a revolution in Germany while writing this play, to have this kind of fatalism and determinism in his plays. But like I said, I love him.

And it also helps, that I have a bit of a crush on one of the actors of the ensemble, Aleksandar Radenković, since he was Ferdinand in "Intrigue and Love" by Friedrich Schiller.

And (because I'm a meanie) I'm not going to post the picture of him kneeling over another man completely naked while sticking that gun in his mouth. Phallus-symbol, anyone?