In Praise of the Dance Film – Primark Bausch
‘The day the theatre loses its bite, the auditorium will be filled with dentists,’ wrote Heiner Müller. And yet, when I think of dentists, I’m more minded to think that: if you’re really a dentist, well, dentists do have the ability to shine a light in such a way that you see everything, but without being blinded. It’s something theatre people struggle with. So, Heiner Müller: people in glass houses shouldn’t rail against dentists! Enough already with ‘a mother’s womb is not a one-way street’. Your straight heterosexual arse isn’t either. What I’m getting at is that the experiences of people who can’t be bothered to write anything down cannot be tantamount to the loss of meaning for the theatre. Therefore: praise be to the dance film. We keep hearing the world has been abandoned. If so, how did the ‘worldlessness’ keep its children? Through the ‘third thing’? No, through the fourth. Praise be to the fourth thing.
René Pollesch, director designate of the Volksbühne am Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz Berlin, has been directing his own plays at numerous theatres for many years. His practice as director and author relies heavily on the autonomy of the artists assembled in the theatre, foremost among them the actors and the set and costume designers.