A generationIn principle, everything is possible. The idea of playing life, suffering and death in the bare functional system of the gray perforated wall of the office tonight has reached the point of absurdity: the entire stage width of the Residenztheater in Munich, including the short side of the door, is dotted in black and white. Infinite opportunities imply change and find a foothold in countless extra holes. There is not a hook or hanger. And because the hard tubular steel bench has no backrest, the protagonist squats on it as if in the reserve position of the athletes, which is the only wall decoration; their speech is the clue to the final personal judgment. A green card and a red card are already waiting-considering the large number of cases, opinions and loopholes in Volker Thiele’s lineup, what a ridiculous choice.
Play “Gott”, the second dramatic coup of a Munich-born lawyer and writer following “Terror” Ferdinand von SchlachFinally, a public vote is held on the moral dilemma. In the case of “God”, after the public meeting of the ethics committee, a decision was made: should the doctor follow the wishes and will of his mental health patients to administer deadly drugs?
Physical theater on TV
The new 90-minute non-fictional drama formats are all popular due to television events (70.8% of “Gott” voted “yes”). For example, it is appropriate for the director Max Färberböck, known for his “Tatort” series, to return three times with this explosive material: go to the theater, go to Munich, and be the director of Juliane Köhler (“Aimée & Jaguar”, 1999). The topicality of Ferdinand von Schirach’s topic is undisputed.Compare Federal Constitutional Court On February 26, 2020, with the abolition of paragraph 217 and the decision to no longer be punished for assisted suicide, the author revised his teaching article. The relevance still exists because politicians have not yet recognized the release of deadly drugs.
There is no legal obligation to live. So when does a person “live to the end”? Elisabeth Gärtner is 68 years old, completely healthy, wealthy, and socially rooted, but sad. She didn’t want to live without her husband Richard, who died three years ago. “He’s gone, I’m still here. That’s not right. Not in 42 years.” That’s why she sat there and asked enthusiastically: Who determines the value of life? correct? Medicine? church? Who will play God or rather: who will replace him, and who is still accused of being incomprehensible in the end?
