Polyphonies of the Present: The Pulse of Almada Festival

 

 


As I have done in recent years, this July (2025) I returned once again to Almada, drawn not only by the calibre of its annual festival, one of Portugal’s most significant theatrical events, but also by the atmosphere it cultivates: warm, relaxed, and almost familial in its sense of coexistence.

In contrast to larger, often impersonal festivals with their endless parallel events and hurried transitions from venue to venue, the Almada Festival offers a markedly different experience. Here, one feels at home. The experience is more embodied, more communal, and, in a subtle yet clear sense, quietly anti-systemic. There is no imperative to engage in relentless networking, business cards at the ready, pressure to "see everything." Instead, there is time, time to watch, to listen, to feel, to reflect, to write, to encounter the city and its people.

For me, this constitutes a form of cultural resistance: an alternative to the dominant festival logic of overproduction and consumption, what we might describe as the “festival-as-supermarket” model.

Under the artistic direction of the energetic Rodrigo Francisco, the Almada Festival has organically embraced a philosophy of community, not merely as a thematic or managerial motif, but as the core of its artistic practice. Its programming does not cater to any particular aesthetic ideology or social elite, nor does it play into the dichotomy of "experts" versus "the masses." Instead, through its inclusive framework, it opens aesthetic proposals to a wide-ranging public, aiming not simply to disseminate the art of Dionysus, but to cultivate spectatorship itself, exposing audiences to a plurality of theatrical quality languages and stylistic vocabularies.

One particularly emblematic gesture is the festival’s annual invitation to audiences to vote for the performance they would most like to see return the following year. This is not merely symbolic; it re-enacts a genuine form of co-curation, an authentic dialogue rather than a token gesture of “participation.”

Staged in Restraint, Anchored in Emotion:  Marius (Directed by Joël Pommerat)

The first performance I attended was Marius, drawn from Marcel Pagnol’s emblematic Marseille Trilogy, directed by Joël Pommerat and staged on the main stage of the Teatro Municipal Joaquim Benite.

 The plot is relatively straightforward, some might even call it predictable: a young man (Marius) is torn between the dream of escape and the pull of romantic love. Life unfolds in a small café owned by his father, César, near the Marseille harbour, a place of routine, familiar encounters, philosophical banter, quarrels, and laughter. It serves as a communal hub, a kind of agora or informal tribunal, where everyday lives are continuously staged and restaged. For Marius, who longs to become a sailor and flee toward the unknown, the tightly composed and almost claustrophobic stage design by Éric Soyer becomes a metaphor for entrapment.

Into this enclosed world enters Fanny (Elise Douyere), Marius’ great love. Yet, as is often the case in narratives of departure, it is the dream, rather than the love, that ultimately prevails. Marius departs secretly at night, chasing the freedom promised by the sea, forsaking the stability and emotional security his relationship offers.

Pommerat’s direction adopts an everyday, almost anti-theatrical rhythm, one that allows silences, hesitations, and tentative confessions to generate atmosphere. The staging resists melodrama; emotional charge emerges organically through dialogue, through the cadence of the local dialect, through understated humour tinged with melancholy, and through small, restrained gestures: a glance, a touch withheld, two bodies falling in love without ever fully closing the physical distance between them. Particularly in the scenes with Fanny, the physical detachment intensifies the spoken word, as the absence of bodily expression lends weight and space to language itself to perform its acoustic “physicality.”

A striking aspect of this production is its origin in carceral space. Marius was first developed and staged in a high-security prison (2014–2017), with most of the current cast composed of formerly incarcerated individuals. Only the actress playing Fanny is a trained professional. This choice lends the production not only a profound social resonance but also a form of raw authenticity. Even the occasional performative imperfections or technical inconsistencies do not weaken the work’s power; on the contrary, they enhance its credibility and emotional depth.

As noted earlier, thematically, Marius does not tread new ground: the sea as desire, love as dilemma, the conflict between duty and longing, father and son, these are familiar tropes. One might even be reminded of Eugene O’Neill’s sea plays, written during roughly the same period as Pagnol’s trilogy. Nor is the portrayal of Fanny, patient, compassionate, self-sacrificing, foreign within the representational codes of early 20th-century patriarchy.

And yet, Pommerat’s direction holds the viewer’s attention through emotional restraint and formal discipline. The intensity is not on the surface, but it is there, quiet, unmistakable.

In a world driven by acceleration and spectacle, Marius reminds us of the power of waiting, of deliberation, of the understated.

Behind the Curtain, Beyond the Gaze: Teatro Delusio (Familie Flöz)

At the open-air theatre of Escola António da Costa, we watched Teatro Delusio by the internationally acclaimed German ensemble Familie Flöz, a wordless performance imbued with the atmosphere of silent cinema and the precision of corporeal theatre. Its narrative centre is not the stage, but rather its backstage, that liminal zone where the dream of theatricality collides with the muted, repetitive routines of its unseen labourers, electricians, stagehands, ushers.

At the heart of the piece are three theatre technicians, Bob, Bernd, and Ivan (played by Andre Angulo, Johannes Stubenvoll, Thomas Van Ouwerkerk), who emerge as emblematic figures of a world both invisible and essential. Through a sequence of slapstick-inflected episodes, we follow their backstage frictions, aspirations, vanities, and unspoken dreams. While the "front stage" dazzles with lights, applause, and spectacle, the backstage unfolds as a silent tragedy, the tragedy of waiting, invisibility, and failure, the tragedy of an unacknowledged life.

The three performers portray a total of 29 characters, ranging from conductors and dancers to eccentric directors and narcissistic stars. Their performance displays remarkable technical precision, choreographic clarity, and performative dexterity in their seamless transitions between roles, bodies, and tasks. This is physical acting par excellence, where the mask, intricately designed by Hajo Schüler, becomes a living surface, capable of transmitting fear, joy, awkwardness, and despair. Rather than concealing, the mask reveals.

Using purely visual means, without a single line of spoken dialogue, Teatro Delusio manages to explore themes of human solitude, the yearning for recognition, jealousy, love, and fulfillment. It is a dramaturgy of silence, where laughter and poignancy coexist in a fragile equilibrium. One does not laugh at the characters, but rather through them, recognising in their gestures the viewer’s own minor failures, deferred desires, and the barely perceptible weight of obscurity.

The absence of linguistic barriers explains why Teatro Delusio has toured in 34 countries to this day. Though meticulously structured, the performance might have benefited from a slightly tighter dramaturgy, particularly in the final twenty or so minutes, where the repetition of certain motifs risked narrative dilution. The birth scene, for instance, felt inventive but dramaturgically unanchored, an idea left unexplored.

Nevertheless, this is a profoundly hybrid and meta-theatrical work where puppet theatre, mime, physical comedy, slapstick, tragedy, and farce are woven into a fluid structure that dialogues with the tradition of theatre within theatre. It is, in many ways, a reflexive homage to theatre itself, and especially to the mask, both as material object and as metaphor for identity, secrecy, duplicity, and existential disappointment

Familie Flöz turns our attention to the invisible processes of stage-making, evoking resonances with productions like Ellie Dubois’ No Show (the Herald Award recipient at  Edinburgh Fringe, 2017) in which the audience watches what does not happen when a performance collapses before their eyes, or Constanza Macras/Dorky Park’s Open for Everything (2012), which centres on marginalised performers (from Roma communities), giving voice to those who remain in the shadows. Most notably, it echoes Michael Frayn’s ageless Noises Off (1982), an ingenious meta-farce that reveals the chaos behind the scenes of a matinee performance.

In all these cases, gaze shifts from centre to margin, from performance to infrastructure, from protagonist to technician or outsider. What emerges is a commentary on theatrical visibility and the politics of spectatorship: Who is seen and thus rendered a subject of the gaze? And who remains unseen? What does it mean, literally and metaphorically, to be offstage, in theatre and in life?

The  closing moments offer no catharsis, only a bittersweet image of a world perpetually left behind. The characters remain there, in a space with no curtain, no lighting, no applause, only their breath, and their gaze, fixed upon an audience that does not see them.

The performance does not speak.
But it is loudly heard.

A Classroom Against Oblivion: El mar. Visión de unos niños que no lo han visto nunca (Concept Xavier Bobés & Alberto Conejero)

This Spanish documentary-style performance, El mar. Visión de unos niños que no lo han visto nunca (“The Sea: As Seen by Children Who Have Never Seen It”), performed by Xavier Bobés and Sergi Torrecilla, is based on the true story of Antoni Benaiges, a teacher in a remote village school in Bañuelos de Bureba (Burgos) in 1936. It is rooted in an act of historical remembrance and poetic reconstruction, a gesture of tender resistance through memory and education.

The story begins in 1934, when Benaiges, using his own savings, purchased a gramophone and a printing press for his rural classroom, encouraging the children to express themselves creatively. Two years later, his students produced a small booklet titled El mar. Visión de unos niños que no lo han visto nunca, in which they described how they imagined the sea, though none of them had ever seen it. Benaiges promised to take them to the coast that summer. However, the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War and his execution (July 25, 1936) at its onset rendered this promise tragically unfulfilled.

The performance treats this historical episode with emotional delicacy, ethical clarity, and narrative restraint. Built around the aesthetics of documentary theatre and object theatre, the piece deploys minimal theatrical resources. Objects do not simply support the storytelling; they act as catalysts of emotion, charged relics that summon the affective memory of a vanished world. Through the use of live cameras, the children's perspective is expanded and brought into the visual field, layering the adult narration with the imaginary gaze of childhood.

There is nothing ostentatiously innovative about the staging. On the contrary, the production is deliberately unassuming, almost “non-theatre” in its visual economy. It pivots around empathy, emotional presence, and the quiet beauty of relationality. Though it occasionally borders on melodrama, the performance maintains its composure, evoking emotion for the right reasons. It creates a subtle oscillation in which the spectator feels at times like the teacher, and at others, like the child.

On stage, the two performers, Xavier Bobés and Sergi Torrecilla (wearing the red shirt), engage in a complementary enactment of memory: Bobés through the material activation of objects, and Torrecilla through the performative narration of texts drawn from the children’s writings, Alberto Conejero’s script, and Antoni Benaiges’ own words. Together, they articulate the dialectic between the “here-and-now” of theatrical presence and the “there-and-then” of historical absence, thereby bridging past and present with nuanced subtlety. With humility and clarity, they share the story and the memories it holds, honoring the legacy of Benaiges while elevating the values of hope, education, and human dignity, all  conveyed through the fragile yet enduring voices of children.

It is unsurprising that the piece has been presented widely across Latin American countries. Originally premiered at the Teatre Nacional de Catalunya in February 2022, it has since been nominated for several Max Awards, including Best Play, Best Direction, and Best Actor (Bobés) for its performance at Teatro Corral de Comedias.

To Move Is to Survive: Zugzwang (Concept and Performance Le Galactik Ensemble)

Presented in the outdoor space of Escola D. António, Zugzwang (2021) marks the second collective creation of the French company Le Galactik Ensemble, following their earlier piece Optraken (seen at the same venue the previous year). Borrowing its title from the chess term zugzwang, a situation where any move leads inevitably to disadvantage or loss, the performance transforms this concept into an explosive physical allegory of human precarity and imbalance in a world of constant destabilisation.

Five acrobats encounter one another in a volatile scenographic landscape, somewhere between workshop, construction site, and laboratory. For sixty minutes, they compose a narrative of survival, not through language or plot, but through somatic confrontation with risk. The body becomes a storytelling device, contending with gravity, collision, imbalance, and fear. Each movement appears to be dictated by an environment that resists trust. The performers live, quite literally, in a constant state of zugzwang.

The set design by Mathilde Bourgon, a kinetic, fragile mechanical architecture, populated by rails, pulleys, ropes, collapsing doors, and unpredictable surfaces,  plays a pivotal role. It is not a passive backdrop but an active opponent, reactive, obstructive, sometimes deceptive. Visually, the piece evokes the mechanical traps of silent cinema, yet it resonates with a distinctly contemporary anxiety: the instability of material systems and environments. The performers do not merely move upon it, they survive within it.

 

For those unfamiliar with Le Galactik Ensemble, it is worth noting that their work specializes in what they call “situational acrobatics,” a form of real-time physical risk-taking, in which safety is never entirely guaranteed and failure is always a possibility. Nothing is wholly predetermined. The tension derives from this very volatility: perpetual edge, where everything could go wrong, and often nearly does. It s precisely at this threshold that theatricality emerges.

Humour plays a crucial role, not as comic relief, but as a mechanism of resistance. It is the humour of despair and survival. The figures on stage are not superhumans but clowns, fragile, fallible, exposed. The grotesque, the comedic, and the existential coexist in a performative poetics of insecurity. As in the work of Aurélien Bory’s Compagnie 111[1] or Cirque Inextremiste,[2] physicality here is not for spectacle, but a necessary language for articulating the inexpressible.

The ensemble performs with remarkable collective precision. There are no individual protagonists; the group functions as a single, interdependent organism navigating a hostile world. Acrobatics, choreographic tension, and acting discipline converge, not to showcase virtuosity, but to reveal necessity. This is a dramaturgy of survival rather than display.

Zugzwang offers no resolution. There is no comfort, no catharsis. It presents a world that remains unstable, where every move carries the risk of collapse, and yet... stillness is not an option. One must keep moving, because to stop is simply to cease to exist.

Listening to Absence: A Sorrow Beyond Dreams (Directed by Teresa Gafeira)

Staged in the experimental venue of Teatro Joaquim Benite, this production by Companhia de Teatro de Almada is based on Peter Handke’s deeply personal novella A Sorrow Beyond Dreams, written in the aftermath of his mother’s suicide. The work resists conventional, plot-driven dramaturgy, opting instead to trace the inner rhythms of grief, and the writer’s struggle to render them communicable through language.

Set in rural Austria between the two World Wars, the narrative unfolds against the backdrop of Handke’s mother’s life, her marriage, her disillusionment, her psychological collapse, and eventual death by overdose. Handke offers no sentimental embellishments. His narration oscillates between clinical observation and introspective inquiry, not aiming to provoke emotion, but to understand: How does one do justice to a life that disappeared in silence?

This very question forms the basis of Teresa Gafeira’s directorial approach. The piece is delivered as a dual vocal monologue, wherein two performers do not “act” but testify, functioning as emissaries of an internal elegy. Their delivery is austere emotionally contained, eschewing outbursts of sentimentalism in favour of restraint.

However, the absence of surtitles made the work significantly less accessible for non-Portuguese speakers. Despite prior familiarity with the source text, the live experience lacked linguistic and emotional immersion. It became difficult to apprehend how the words carried their weight, how silences sculpted their resonance, or how the performers physically processed the inner landscape of grief.

While the vocal interpretation remained faithful to Handke’s style, the visual and spatial potential of the stage was left largely underutilized. The projected images functioned more as atmospheric backdrop than dramaturgical interlocutors. As a result, the possibility of a multimodal dialogue with memory remained underdeveloped. The performance lingered in a liminal space, powerful in speech, but theatrically rather undercharged.

And yet, the ethical core of the work remained intact. The performance did not “display” grief, it remembered it. It whispered sorrow through language. That act alone carried immense weight. Mourning was not an emotional identification but a form of justice through articulation.

Handke does not ask the audience to empathise but to reflect: How can theatre represent a life shaped by silence? How does theatre speak when the other no longer can? In this regard, the production aligns with other theatrical meditations on mourning, not as pathos, but as remembrance of absence. From Samuel Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape, where the voice of a cassette becomes the medium of grief, to Theodoros Terzopoulos’ Antigone, where loss is rendered as somatic burden and vocal repetition, theatre becomes not a mirror of life, but a ritual of memory.

Such performances do not scream. They do not shock. They demand attention, silence, and time. They ask us to listen to what is never fully said. And the very fact that they continue to exist, and to insist, in an age of speed and information saturation, is itself a political gesture of interiority. A quiet monument to theatrical dignity in the face of erasure.

A Language of Gesture, A Geometry of Motion: Quatro Cantos num Soneto and The Look (Choreography Fernando Duarte and Sharon Eyal)

Fernando Duarte’s Quatro Cantos num Soneto undertakes an ambitious project: to translate Luís de Camões’ sonnets into the language of dance, capturing not only their semantic content but also their rhythm, texture, and contemplative depth through bodily gesture. Rather than illustrating the poetic text, the choreography treats it as a score for corporeal expression. The dancers of the Portuguese National Ballet (Ana Lacerda, Inês Amaral, Isabel Galriça, and Paulina Santos) do not narrate; they transcribe. Their movements become elliptical stanzas, undulations, and gestures that evoke musical interpretation more than dramaturgical action.

The sonic landscape, enriched by precise vocal recitations of the sonnets, intensifies the performances’s multisensory atmosphere. The result is less a conventional dance narrative and more a case of "poetry in motion." However, this multilayered approach risks fragmenting the spectator’s experience. The continual interplay of speech, sound, and movement situates the piece in an intermediate space, neither pure dance theatre nor lyrical portraiture, demanding sustained attention, openness and patience from the viewer.

Absent is a dramaturgical climax. The work foregoes linear progression and emotional crescendo. Instead, it offers introspection, poetic silence, and an invitation to contemplative observation of the body as a vessel of language.

This is a piece that resists facile visual consumption. It does not seek to move the audience emotionally but to attune it. It is an “anti-spectacle,” an embodied reminder that silence, too, possesses rhythm.

The Look

Immediately following was The Look, choreographed by Sharon Eyal and originally created in 2019 for the Batsheva Dance Company. Inspired by Mahatma Gandhi’s quote, “Nobody can hurt me without my permission” (Time Out/Israel, Feb. 24, 2019), this masterful work delicately balances group movement with individual expression, and mechanical synchronization with organic flow, maintaining an exquisite tension throughout. The dancers, dressed identically, move en masse, as if forming a single body, yet never surrender their individuality  to the anonymity of the collective. Each body retains its uniqueness.

Whether moving as solitary units or as coordinated formations, their ceaseless motion and repositioning releases an atmosphere that is hypnotic, mesmerizing, and almost trance-like, an effect intensified by the cold, geometrically regulated lighting. Movement patterns unfold in relentless cycles: mechanical repetitions that mirror the steady pulse of the human body. These motions are intricately shaped and sometimes provoked by Ori Lichtik’s precise and nuanced musical score. Together, they create a physical rhythm where the dancers’ bodies transcend their materiality, taking on the quality of fleeting shapes or abstract concepts rather than solid forms.

Compared to Eyal’s other works, such as the emotionally charged Love Chapter II (2017) or the hybrid 2 Chapters Love (2022), The Look adopts a rather more formalist and abstract choreographic language. While Love Chapter II and 2 Chapters Love emphasize raw emotion and narrative complexity, The Look strips movement down to its essential elements. Here, the dancers function more as vessels of energy and repetition, articulating phrases in an algorithmic dance vocabulary of movement.

The Look stands as a significant addition to Sharon Eyal’s artistic corpus. Structurally rigorous and aesthetically entrancing, it probes the very essence of “looking,” of perceiving movement as meaning. The gaze of the dancer becomes inseparable from the gaze of the spectator. This very sense of disciplined sensitivity was realized by the dancers of Companhia Nacional de Bailado. They did not “perform” the choreography; they embodied it. Without exaggeration or unnecessary embellishment, they delivered a performance of unity and aesthetic discipline. Their aim was not to impress, but to articulate, as a single organism, the expressive potential of the work.

Broken Images, Breathing Bodies: Extra Moenia (Conception and Direction Emma Dante)

My recent visit to the Almada Festival concluded with Emma Dante’s polyphonic performance Extra Moenia (Latin for Outside the Walls), which once again confirmed her unique theatrical method: a choral mosaic of bodies and voices, in which  the traditional notion of plot gives way to the dramaturgy of coexistence.

Extra Moenia is not a conventional performance. It is a living body in motion, a collective choreography of everyday gestures and fractured social realities. Fourteen performers from Dante’s company Sud Costa Occidentale awaken within a set resembling a makeshift shelter. As they dress and begin to move through the performance space, they confront a world beyond the safety of its walls, a world marked by crisis, war, destitution, and displacement.

The rhythm of the performance constantly shifts. Scenes alternate like snapshots: a railway station, a marketplace, a congregation in prayer, a beach turned into a site of shipwreck. Dante composes a palimpsest of contemporary wounds, embodied by emblematic figures: a refugee from Ukraine, a migrant from Congo, an Iranian woman removing her veil, a conservative family, a group of football players from Palermo. Each character carries trauma, but each also contains a sliver of hope.

Aesthetically, the narrative evokes the logic of social media: brief, rapidly shifting images that allow no time for sustained reflection. Thematically, war, displacement, patriarchy, and ecological collapse are introduced more as reference points than as subjects of in-depth exploration. This fragmentation risks aesthetic overload but simultaneously reflects with accuracy the disorienting experience of contemporary social disintegration.

Dante’s primary tool is the body, not the idealized, but the socially worn body that bears tension, fear, and desire. A body that does not enact roles but reveals its political weight as a record of violent coexistence, a container of memory, and a site of survival. The tone oscillates between the satirical and the tragic, from the noisy market scenes and station announcements to monologues about rape, war, and displacements. The finale, featuring a "sea of plastic," is visually and emotionally powerful. It symbolizes a collective shipwreck, a space where the body becomes an archive of trauma.

At times, the multiplicity of themes results in aesthetic saturation. The accumulation of images and messages leaves little room for reflective engagement; nothing fully settles. The rapid pace of the performance allows little space for depth or contemplation. In a way, the direction seems primarily concerned with creating a kaleidoscope of impressions, with inclusivity as its dominant image.

Despite the fragmentation and underdeveloped elements, the performance as a whole manages to transcend the limitations of its elliptical narrative. It draws the audience into a theatrical experiment that breathes with History, a collective ritual devoid of heroics or final applause, yet filled with bodies that persist. And in an era marked by aesthetic fatigue, that very persistence becomes a vital necessity.

 

Epilogue: Listening to the Present

This year’s festival, with its 20 productions, local and foreign, each with its own style, managed as a whole to shape a diverse ensemble that powerfully highlighted urgent issues concerning contemporary theatre: how can human experience be conveyed in an age of acceleration, instability, and global rupture, where the world seems to collapse under the weight of its own contradictions? How can contemporary theatre speak again in a voice that is neither obsolete nor overloaded, but capable of listening to the present and articulating possibilities for the future?

From the sparse, introspective study of the body as a medium of language in Quatro Cantos num Soneto and The Look, to the fragmented, overwhelming polyphony of Extra Moenia, the precarious balancing act of Zugzwang, and the sharp-witted comedy Les Gros Patinent Bien—Cabaret de Carton by the French company Compagnie Le Fils du Grand Réseau, created by Pierre Guillois and Olivier Martin-Salvan, where the only stage props were dozens of cardboard boxes, the performances did not merely depict reality; they sought to reconstruct it, interrogate it, and resist it. They offered no easy answers, no closure and no comfort. Instead, they acted as mirrors and warnings. They invited vigilance, critical attention, and an openness to complexity.

Perhaps this is the essential quest: to sustain our relationship with theatre not as an escape, but as a confrontation, a space of reflection, conflict, and creation. A space where light and darkness, past and present, art and life breathe together. A space that still believes in the necessity of meaning.

Note: Originally published n European Stages, vol. 21 (Dec. 1, 2025)

 

 



[1] This is a Toulouse-based performance company founded in 2000 by director and scenographer Aurélien Bory. The environment plays a significant role in storytelling. It is an active force. See Plan B (2003), Plus ou moins l'infini (2005), Sans objet (2009), and Plexus (2012), among other works.

 

[2] Cirque Inextremiste is a French contemporary circus company founded in 1998 by director and performer Yann Ecauvre. It blends physical theatre, circus arts, street performance, and often risk-taking acrobatics. Extrêmités (2012), Extension (2014), Exit (2017), Warning (2022), are among their most notable productions.

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BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH: A FESTIVAL’S JOURNEY THROUGH TRAGEDY

 

 


One festival I regularly attend and truly enjoy is the Varna Summer International Theatre Festival, held during the first two weeks of June.

Varna is a city of nearly 400,000 inhabitants located on the coast of the Black Sea. It is a key tourist destination in the region and serves as the seat of the Bulgarian Navy and the country’s maritime trade. Since 1992, this seaside city has hosted Bulgaria’s premier theatre festival, directed by Nikolay Iordanov in collaboration with Kamelia Nikolova, both professors of theatre studies at Sofia University. Although it may not regularly make headlines in international arts columns, it remains a festival of quality and significant cultural weight, particularly in its presentation of contemporary Bulgarian theatre through its showcase program.

Over the years, I have had the opportunity to witness numerous remarkable performances at this festival, directed by prominent figures such as Jernej Lorenci, Viktor Bodó, Chevi Muraday, Anne Nguye, Rabih Mroué, Romeo Castellucci, Gábor Tompa, and Silviu Purcărete, among others.

As in previous editions, this year’s 33rd festival, from June 1 to June 11, 2025, maintained a dual structure: (a) a showcase of representative works from Bulgarian theatre, and (b) an international program. The overarching thematic axis shaping most of the program was “The Tragic in Contemporary Theatre,” a timely and resonant theme reflecting the tumultuous state of the world today. As part of this focus, a roundtable was organized in which I participated alongside colleagues from the United States, Bulgaria, South Korea, and other countries.

In my presentation, titled “The Biopolitics of Contemporary Tragedy,” I spoke about tragedy as a vast archive of wars, traumas, conflicts, apocalyptic narratives, and experiences, an “album” of protagonists and antagonists positioned at the limits of things: at the edges of what is acceptable, at the boundaries of the city, of law, of morality. In this sense, I argued, their terrible and impious sufferings and passions concern precisely these limits, but at the same time, they also involve their questioning and transgression (see Antigone, Medea, Clytemnestra, Oedipus, Philoktetes, Orestes, and others). By continually testing these biopolitical limits, tragedy seeks to mark what it means to be human and to explore what constitutes an alternative life, a just life, a life worthy of mourning. 

The questions posed are the same questions we face today. Much has changed but the essence remains; hence, the popularity of tragedy has endured among artists of all backgrounds and identities. As the crisis of culture deepens, so, too, does the visibility of the tragic dimension of both individuals and civilizations. As Susan Sontag aptly observed, we live in an era in which tragedy is no longer merely a form of art but also a form of history. The central issues which underlie tragedy are best understood as a set of problems to be raised: Who asks the question?  What dangers await the one who dares to ask?  What are the responsibilities of the one who raises the question?

These questions collectively represent the true challenge to human communities across time.

Within this framework of tragedy, the curatorial choices of this year’s festival were situated, some more effective in their staging, others less so. Yet in every instance, each production conveyed its own anxieties about the tragic condition of humanity and the planet.

An Explosive Yet Tragic Mother

Among the performances that stood out to me was Mother Courage by Bertolt Brecht, written in 1939, based on The Runagate Courage (1669), part of the novel Simplicius Simplicissimus by Hans Jakob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen.

The production was staged by the Satirical Theatre of Sofia, directed by the renowned Bulgarian director Stoyan Radev, who, I should note, had just a few days earlier presented another of his stagings, Hamlet, a production by the Bulgarian Army Theatre.

The ongoing popularity of Brecht's works on the modern stage shows that they still resonate, communicate and move audiences, though this does not mean they haven’t been negatively impacted by the passage of time. No work escapes unscathed from the passage of years, not even a masterpiece like Mother Courage, which many scholars consider the greatest anti-war drama of the 20th century. Time reshapes or erases everything, depending on the prevailing spirit and needs of each era (Zeitgeist).

 Today’s world is far more complex, opaque and fragmented than the one Brecht grappled with, an era rife with tensions and contradictions, yes, but one with a clearer, more readable political and social backdrop. Hence, the Marxist tools of analysis and deconstruction, grounded in the logic of binary oppositions and absolute truths, were widely used at the time. In the present era, however, strict binarity has lost its explanatory power, as the logic of black and white and absolute truths has given way to more nuanced and undefined categories and realities. As Heiner Müller once said, Brecht was great, but anyone working with him today must go beyond him in order for the work to remain relevant.

That said, I am not arguing that the precious core of Brecht’s works, especially one like this, has been lost. On the contrary, it is still there, provided one examines it with patience and care and retools it in light of today’s concerns, in a world where the constant televised broadcast of warfare has stripped war, both as a concept and a reality, of the terror it inherently carries. War has become something familiar, daily, just another spectacle for marketing and mass consumption, both from the left and the right of the ideological spectrum.

Thus, Radev took this epic tale of the Thirty Years’ War (1618–1648) and, without succumbing to gimmicks or verbosity, without melodramatic outbursts or didactic crescendos, without manipulation or the desire to shock, and without seeking rupture, staged a direct, extroverted, accessible, and vivid production, skillfully embracing Brecht’s philosophy of Verfremdung (alienation). At no point did he strive for realism. He kept the mechanisms of theatrical construction visible, used choral interludes as narrative bridges that break the action, offering both breathing space and moments for reflection. He maintained a deliberate looseness in how actors related to their roles, allowing Brecht’s famed performative Gestus to emerge as originally envisioned, so that the production's core themes of profiteering, the psychic cost of war, lost humanity, the struggle for survival at any cost, and the commodification of violence, could be seen clearly and communicated effectively.

At the heart of the cast, literally ablaze with passion, and a fair share of madness, along with confidence, was the talented and comedically gifted Albena Pavlova, who delivered an Anna Fierling, known as Mother Courage, that was anti-heroic, passionate, earthy, dynamic, greedy, cunning, at times brutish, foul-mouthed, hard, practical, opportunistic, always battle-ready, and, above all, a Mother who never loses her humor, even in the face of her own and others’ tragedies. Irony, mockery, and sarcasm are part of her survival kit during her odyssey through the combat zone. As a mother of three children, both victim and perpetrator of the era’s biopolitics, both ruler and ruled, she sees the world as it is and how it works, from within and without, gains knowledge, but unlike a classic tragic hero, she does not change, self-reflect, or repent, much less get punished. On the contrary, she becomes more stubborn, arrogant, and determined. Not even the deaths of her children frighten her. Always present within the tragic events, Pavlova’s Mother radiates searing energy to those around her, and to the audience. She deservedly received the Icarus National Theatre Award 2025 for Best Female Performance.

Also remarkable was the performance of Nikol Georgieva. In general, the entire cast moved to the rhythms of a defiant Mother heading blindly into the unknown. Exceptionally effective and layered was the musical underscore by Milen Kukosharov, which supported the twelve-member cast dressed in the costume designs of Svila Velichkova.

The enormous metallic wheel conceived by Nikolay Toromanov served not only as Mother Courage’s cart but could also be seen as the wheel of harsh capitalism rolling over everything in its path, profiting from war. One might also interpret it as a symbol of fate turning; after all, Mother Courage is a gambler, possibly representing the wheel of time and history, and history also turns. Here, on the main stage of the National Theatre of Varna, history (re)turns with a vengeance, this time as farce, validating the director’s choices and scenographic concept.

Can the world truly change? That is the question which Brecht posed to his audience back then, and today’s viewer must answer the same question. Wisely, the director leaves it to the audience to ponder and, more importantly, to consider their role in the writing of history.  They are not free of responsibility; Mother Courage might very well be the mother of us all. She stands on stage for our sake; she is our representative. After all, war and exploitation are not God’s but mankind’s curse, and it is mankind who goes to the theatre: they are the audience.

Death and the Ploughman: We All Owe a Death

Immediately afterward, I witnessed for the second time, the first being at the National Theatre of Iași in Romania, the highly original and captivating staging of the pre-Renaissance German masterpiece Death and the Ploughman (1401) by Johannes von Tepl, directed by the visual magician of Romania, Silviu Purcărete.

Of all his works I have seen so far, in my view, this is one of his most innovative, both conceptually and technically. It models how technology and live performance can merge fruitfully through an imaginative handling of space, time, presence and absence, in short, the very ontology of theatre. This production inimitably visualizes the tragedy of death and the disappearance of physical bodies, bridging what was and what is, the living and the dead, yet it also provides an additional channel of understanding through the felt emotion of a central character.

Historical archives typically tell us what happened and what individual people did, but they do not usually describe how people felt. This late medieval text gives us precisely that: how a farmer felt after losing his wife in an era when death was a daily visitor in people’s lives. Let us not forget that between 1347 and 1352, death claimed one-third of Europe’s population. Today, we have counselors, doctors, psychologists and psychiatrists to help us process grief and control our fear of death. Back then, the poor farmer had no one with whom to share his thoughts and fears, except when striking up a conversation with his enemy, Death itself. And Death, with raw bluntness and unflinching realism, reminds him: “From the moment you are born, you are old enough to die.” In other words, we all end up in the same place, so why live at all? The uneducated peasant replies: “Because even though all is fleeting, to live and to love is the most precious thing.”

A common thread of humanity runs across all eras and links mourning, trauma and defeat. “What wrong have we done to you?” asks the peasant. “After pleasure comes the loss of pleasure,” replies Death. Pain and suffering mark the end of love; sorrow marks the end of joy. The answer is as simple and excruciating as that, from the mouth of a master of biopolitical power.

It is no coincidence that the author wrote this work immediately after his wife’s death on August 1, 1400; it might easily represent his thoughts and reflections born from a traumatic experience. The theatre maker might then ask: How does one represent inexpressible pain theatrically? How does theatre embody that which is invisible or beyond (death)? In addressing these questions, Purcărete triumphs. He masterfully uses the full arsenal of theatre and technology to deliver a stunning performative treatise, a “death seminar,” so to speak, a remarkable show set precisely on the threshold between life and death, truth and illusion, the here and now and there and then; now you see me, now you don’t. The reproduction machine on one side, the live body on the other, disappearance is their common experience.

In seventy minutes, Purcărete delivered a work of dazzling quality and technical precision in which the viewer could scarcely tell what was real and what was virtual, where theatre ended and the invisible theatre of death began.  This encompassed the dematerialization of the stage and the denial of its present reality, while at the same time acknowledging its unsurpassed magic.

Andrei Cozlac’s video work was nothing short of astonishing, while the musical score by the director’s long-standing collaborator, Vasile Șirli, served as a model of atmospheric subtlety and emotional resonance. The stage design by Dragoș Buhagiar was at once minimalist and functional, comprising only a sofa, a bed that doubles as a tomb, an armchair, a door, a refrigerator and a desk at which the farmer, portrayed with exceptional depth by the outstanding lead actor Călin Chirilă, types out his thoughts: Truth or fiction? Does it really matter in the end? What truly counts is the overall quality of the endeavor. In sum, the performance was truly remarkable.

The director wisely chose to transform the original dialogue into an interior monologue, thereby deepening the philosophical inquiry at the heart of the original work. In his interpretation, all elements functions dually, mirroring the very nature of theatre itself: image and corporeal presence, ghost and materiality. Everything appears and disappears. Nothing remains fixed long enough to be grasped or rationalized. Life is transient; everything is uncertain, a phantom.

Representation is challenged by the fluidity of theatrical boundaries; presence is interrupted by the incursion of the image. What are we truly witnessing? Could it be our own death, a presence that dwells within us regardless?

As disturbing as the idea may be, it remains unchanged: all living beings owe a death, just as every performance, the moment the stage lights rise, sets out to fulfill its destiny: to surrender its ethereal corpse to the audience.

Two «in yr face” Tragedies: Double Bill

It is only fitting that ancient tragedy, pioneer of the dramatic exploration of death, defeat, trauma and loss, should be central to this theatrical meditation on life’s tragic reckoning. Indeed, the festival offered a welcome surprise: a double bill featuring two canonical works of ancient Greek drama, Euripides’ Medea and Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex, presented on the same day, in the same space, under the same directorial and scenographic vision, but produced by two different national theatres: the National Theatre of Sofia and the National Theatre of Craiova, respectively. Both productions were directed by British theatre-maker Declan Donnellan of the company Cheek by Jowl.

Volumes have been written on these “in yr face” tragedies, obviating the need to restate familiar literary analyses. Instead, I will briefly highlight what I think distinguishes these stagings from numerous other interpretations, chiefly, the bold decision to have the audience stand on stage throughout both performances, with a 30-minute intermission, sharing the space with the actors. This staging recalls Peter Brook’s concept of the “Empty Space,” where minimal semiotic markings invite renewed interpretative engagement and a reconfiguration of the boundaries between viewing and acting.

Donnellan, in collaboration with longtime set designer Nick Ormerod, removed all objects from the stage except for a central platform, creating a fluid and undetermined performance space, akin to an ancient agora or, perhaps more provocatively, a participatory, modern-day reality show. Within this open, ever-shifting environment, the spectator becomes a witness to the “unholy” dramas of Medea and Oedipus, not as palace-bound tragedies, but as societal crises unfolding in real time, in a space shared with the audience.

Participatory Theatre and the Democratization of Space

Every scene was encircled by the curious, ever-present spectator-citizen, yearning to listen, drawn voyeuristically to the sufferings of those in power. The staging allowed the audience to approach, shift perspectives and choose their own distance from the action. Similarly, the Chorus roamed freely among the viewers, speaking to them, touching them, creating a sense of communal immersion and erasing the traditional barrier between spectator and spectacle.

At times, the performance space morphed into a courtroom, with the audience occupying the implicit role of jury, bearing witness to the protagonists’ conflicting claims and the gradual revelation of truth.

Medea: A Murderer Who Knows

Medea is widely known only as a dark, unfathomable figure, devoid of any redeeming qualities, a perception that has endured through the centuries. This is perhaps expected, as such an image ensured her survival in the cultural imagination. However, we must not forget that, prior to Euripides, this mythical figure also possessed positive traits. She was, for example, a healer, a woman who saved lives.

What is particularly interesting is that, in recent years, continuous feminist reinterpretations of Medea, as well as other classical female figures such as Iphigenia, Clytemnestra, Ariadne, Alcestis, and Penelope, all victims of patriarchal systems, have begun to shift how these women are read, staged, and understood. Medea is gradually returning to the contemporary stage as what she was originally: a woman of a different kind, untamed and courageous. Throughout the journey back from Colchis to Corinth with the Argonauts, it is she who repeatedly saves Jason from threats to his life.

This "other" woman, who out of love agreed to conform to the expectations of her time regarding marriage and motherhood, is ultimately betrayed and humiliated. This betrayal drives her to madness, to fury, and to the edge. She refuses to remain silent or to accept her fate, as Jason and Creon demand. She claims everything and destroys everything, above all, the institution of motherhood itself.

All of this is rendered on stage in a clear and accessible way by Donnellan’s direction. We first encounter Medea standing, embraced in a dance with Jason on a raised platform. It is the time of first love, but only briefly. The dramaturgical adaptation propels us directly into the escalation and the conflict. From a tender, loving creature, Medea is transformed into a body strapped with explosives.

Radina Kardzhilova, the accomplished actress of the Bulgarian National Theatre, embodied a figure akin to a human bomb, primed to detonate, a performative force radiating intense emotional heat, capable of inflicting psychic burns. With this metaphorical fire, she murders Jason’s lover by gifting her a dress that literally consumes her body. Her words are fire; her actions, volcanic. Every facet—voice, body, expression—served the role of a furious contemporary woman: self-assured, wounded, ferocious in both love and vengeance, and resolute in her refusal to apologize.

Medea’s killings are neither impulsive nor instinctual. She articulates her motivations clearly and unflinchingly as she moves among us. She kills not out of passion, but from a calculated desire for revenge. Her actions reflect cold logic rather than emotional turmoil. What act of vengeance could be more extreme than the murder of her own children?

Medea is a murderer unlike any other, unforgivable, perhaps, yet, ultimately explicable. Her abhorrent act is deeply and consciously anti-institutional, even revolutionary. It shocks with its rawness, both in action and in word. She does not conceal her egocentrism, her lack of altruism, or her absence of compassion.

Medea: "I won’t let anyone rejoice that they have plunged my heart into pain" (l.398–99);

-"Call me a lioness if you will, or a Scylla dwelling in Tyrrhenian lands—what matters is that I have torn your heart, as I longed to do" (l. 1356–1360).
-“Do you think I would ever have tried to appease him, if I hadn’t hoped to gain something, to set a trap for him?” (l.1368–1369).

This is a radical position, one that could, as I have suggested, be reinterpreted as a reaction to the oppression and exploitation she suffered within a patriarchal social order that condemned her to a life of subjugation.

Spatial Intimacy and the Politics of Belonging
Creon appears as a slick, corporate-like politician who advises Medea to leave. The director’s loosening of spatial and communicative conventions brought the audience into close proximity with Medea’s turmoil, her rage, contradictions and alienation. She roams among us, touches us, speaks to us and cries on our shoulders. And yet, despite this intimacy, she remains an outsider. She does not belong. She exists within the community, yet is never truly of it.

The stark, focused direction gave this enraged heroine space to shine and to shock. Velislav Pavlov’s Jason was composed, rational, and emotionally detached, a man governed by self-interest and expedience. Valentin Ganev’s Creon embodied authority, manipulation and indifference. The Chorus, scattered among the spectators (Radena Valkanova, Zhoreta Nikolova, Stefania Koleva, Elena Ivanova, Nadya Keranova, and Ana Papadopulu), offered interjections that bridged the drama on stage with the collective experience of the audience.

Ormerod’s minimalist set, anchored by a central platform that ultimately becomes Medea’s tomb and the launching point of her journey toward the Sun, allowed the citizen-spectator to assert spatial agency. Through their movements and those of the actors, the space became dynamic, meaningful and inclusive, a fluid and responsive environment that liberated spectators from the fixed roles imposed by conventional theatre seating. One could sit cross-legged, wander, gaze in any direction, even leave any time, hide, or check their phone, groceries in hand.

Oedipus: The Murderer Who Did Not Know
The Romanian adaptation of Oedipus was similarly situated within a so-called meta-theatrical, emancipated and participatory atmosphere. Here, too, the director’s choices gradually transformed the audience into an extended Chorus for Sophocles’ tragic hero. Wherever he goes, we follow; we watch him, and he watches us. He speaks to us, confides in us, threatens and reassures that he will uncover Laius's murderer. In a sense, we become his confidants. Together with the Chorus moving among us, we, too, are transformed into agents and fellow travelers. For a brief moment, we are citizens of Thebes. Oedipus’ tragedy becomes our own. His drama concerns us directly, for as long as the murder remains unresolved, the people will continue to pay the price of the crime, namely, the plague

Romanian actor Claudiu Mihail delivered an Oedipus very much akin to ourselves, a citizen who happens to occupy a position of power, now forced to confront a major crisis: the pandemic. He seeks causes and consequences, the guilty and the innocent. He suspects everyone but himself.  Who did it? This question dominates all mystery narratives. Indeed, Oedipus Rex holds the distinction of being the earliest theatrical narrative constructed with the architecture of a detective story, a story that warns against hasty conclusions. Appearances are deceptive. What matters are facts, not the opinions of citizens or politicians. Sophocles, long before our time, meditated on the dangers of what we now call “post-truth.”

For this production, Nick Ormerod cleared the stage of constraining props, save for a small platform occasionally used by the actors and a hospital bed placed in the theatre’s waiting area, where the audience, upon arrival, encounters the first victims of the pandemic in an ICU (Intensive Care Unit) setting. The pandemic drama then permeates the supposed safe space of the wandering spectators, who now find themselves not so safe after all. Like it or not, they are implicated. Proximity transfers them into the heart of the pandemic drama, which becomes their drama as well. In this bare performative space, they are exposed, just as they were during the pandemic, exposed to the possibility of their own death.

 

Dressed in the costume of a contemporary politician, Oedipus orates, sweats, strives to persuade us, moves among us, his electorate, assuming the role of guide and leader. Mihail’s performance was exceptional. He initially invests Oedipus with the forceful arrogance that stems from absolute certainty and the illusion of a definitive solution, only to fall, spectacularly and catastrophically, when his tragic ignorance is revealed; this is the moment he finds out that Jocasta, his wife, is also his mother and his children are also his brother and sister.

Ramona Drăgulescu as Jocasta follows her own, equally willful path of blindness until the end, when she can no longer bear the light of truth and commits suicide, at the very moment Oedipus, both literally and symbolically, blinds himself. His eyes, which led him not to truth but to illusion, are rendered useless. Freed from the post-truths of his false conclusions, he reappears on stage naked, bloodied, humiliated and tragic, and for the first time, authentic.

I reiterate that the director’s greatest achievement in both productions lay in his disarming simplicity, his ability to ground two complex tragic enigmas without diminishing their scale or reducing their intricacy. He revealed within them the ordinary human being, even when occupying a position of authority. Simplicity enabled the raw inner worlds of both perpetrators and victims to emerge with startling clarity, confronting the unresolved mysteries of life; no ornamentation, no furniture, no props were needed, only the scorching, seductive and deceptive language, and its enactment, performed by two capable national theatres.

The Jewish Tragedy
Another production with a tragic theme was 96%, staged by the National Theatre of Northern Greece and directed by Prodromos Tsinikoris. The work bears the director’s signature style of documentary theatre, this time focusing on the erasure of Thessaloniki’s Jewish community during 1942–43, in one of the city’s darkest and least acknowledged historical episodes. The title 96% refers to the percentage of Thessaloniki’s Jewish population exterminated by the Nazis, a history whose deep wound remains unhealed and continues to haunt the city as a tragic, mortal sin.

Having previously seen the production in Thessaloniki, I was concerned about how it would resonate with an international audience, given its many local references, names, places, and historical events that might be unfamiliar. Yet judging from the extended applause, the message not only came across but did so with impact. The reception could be interpreted as recognition of the complex, labyrinthine history of the Balkans, marked by striking similarities and contradictions, both overt and subterranean, histories and mythologies that at times unite and at others divide the peoples of the region.  Such a web of lived experiences, at once sorrowful and hopeful, is common to Balkan people overall.

The Balkans comprises a region with more national borders than any other area in Europe, perhaps in the world, delineating a geographically postmodern space with its mosaic of national identities. In fact, the word Balkanization is used globally to denote fragmentation. The performance mirrored this meaning quite effectively, depicting a mosaic of wounds, traumas, memories, narratives, bodies, identities, fragments and nationalities, in other words, a postmodern human geography.

Conclusion
These reflections are necessarily brief and far from comprehensive, constrained by space and time. What matters most for me is that I left this year’s festival enriched with vivid imagery and fertile memories. Even the productions that failed to impress, such as Romania’s As You Like It directed by Gábor Tompa, or Montenegro’s Pillar of Salt directed by Aleksandar Radunović, did not tarnish the overall experience, nor did the seven-hour layover at Istanbul airport awaiting a flight to Thessaloniki.  Even the outrageously priced cucumber-and-tomato sandwich (€15, with €11 as the starting price for any sandwich) could not dull the experience. Airports everywhere seem to have entered into a silent conspiracy of exorbitant pricing so that available products are utterly unaffordable. After this year’s Varna Festival, I remained undaunted.

Note: Originally published in Theatre Times in two parts, 1 August, 2025

 


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