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More than anything else, Folk Piece is something like absurd and abstract theatre poetry (…) It does not deny that it is a cheerful little curio, put together using copy-paste out of various snippets of text and deliberately incongruous actions. Instructions on how to behave so as to make the proper impression on those around us, absurdities and ponderings on the film Titanic, to the skimpy red knickers that Kern, out of nowhere, but to general alarm, pulls out of his colleague’s pocket. The three actors spend most of the time huddled together on a tiny podium, here and there striking a scenic pose, at other times pushing their shy colleague forward to the microphone. It all ends with the two gentlemen literally piling on Uhlířová in the corner. Yes, it was demented. I found it great fun. Let’s have more demented theatre, please.
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