What you experienced of this depended entirely on who you are: a rare quality.
It also raised an interesting question about who we are – are we the sum of our lives, or of our dreams?
There is no doubting that Frank Wurzinger is a skilled performer. He brought some of the absurd to the stage: getting stuck inside a folding chair with almost delicate clumsiness; comical moving and juggling of plates, and a jaw-dropping moment when he filled a croissant with shredded paper and ate it.
You could take this simply as slapstick and theatrical clowning and there were many laugh-out-loud moments.
But it became clear something far darker was going on.
He brought a naivety and fragile quality to this lonely confetti maker – a man consumed by isolation who created a dream life in paper including a baby and then a woman who he wooed, fell in love with and married.
But at the end he had a breakdown, attacking the set and his creations, savagely cutting the paper woman to shreds, reciting the lyrics to Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow through gritted teeth.
This was a funny, very clever and sometimes uncomfortable tragicomedy, both haunting and unforgettable.
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