DUDES HALTEN ENDLICH DIE KLAPPE

On stage, a couple of men in their mid-fifties in checked shirts do what dudes do: drill holes in things and do stuff that involves beer. Skilfully seasoned with piano music and elegant slapstick. The girls watch, give direction and comment on what is going on.

One thing is clear: the dudes have given up control. Looking for a prototype man of the future, the Theater im Bahnhof has turned to the next generation. What do the girls see when they look at these dudes: two representatives of a group that still clings on unjustly to the levers of power? Two blokes who simply ought to vanish into thin air? Or something else again? Sometimes they have mercy on the dudes, sometimes they don’t.