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Katarzyna Chmielewska:
whatever book of Boris Vian you read, reality never be the same anymore. His surreal visions are so seductive and opening that one wants to stay in it even despite sort of undefined sadness and bitterness one find there too. A desire to be Senator, a dog, that needs only Łapiti to achieve perfect happiness, or – to be Lil that owns two bugs specially dressed for manicure, or – to dance to Duke Ellington’s …
Leszek Bzdyl:
1 – this is a book of my life (I read it when I was 22 and identified with Wolf, and that identification must have determined my attitude towards world for next 22 years)
2 – when one loves something too much, becomes blind and the distance to it is lost
3 – we do not talk, we dance, nevertheless the fact that the beauty of Vian lays in his language… therefore we must find similar beauty in our movement
4 – all above tells us we must start with Vian, and then quickly run away from him in order to create a fully autonomic show
Czerwona Trawa is a 38th show of Dada Theatre.
It is a non-pretentious show – in a positive meaning of a word – with scenes coming one after another in rather slowly paste and filled with a joyful erotic. In “Red Grass” a so very Dada Theatre irony is present again. But its shape is not sharp – it’s more auto-ironic and puts an ironic light on the theatrical performer-audience relation.
Mirosław Baran, Gazeta Wyborcza Trójmiasto, 13.07.2009