Stefan Klucke and Dirk Pursche present a cabaret show full of biting one-liners and clever wordplay.
Sometimes a tiny change is all it takes. The flutter of a butterfly’s wings, the substitution of a “g” for an “f”—and suddenly disaster strikes. A barely noticeable shift turns a mosquito into a mountain.
Schwarze Grütze’s eleventh stage show is, as always, both a cabaret-style roast and a night of nonstop punchlines. A harmless New Year’s Eve fireworks display escalates into a civil war; a woman keeps her deceased husband alive as an avatar because she has no one else to yell at. Are we supposed to become war-ready? Then please, with a good “war-life” balance and an electric tank.
The wordplay carousel is also spinning at breakneck speed again: The presumptuous surveyor goes missing. If “Cousine” is the feminine form of “Cousin,” then what is a “Sultanine”?
Stefan Klucke and Dirk Pursche present their new show with an elegant smile that doesn’t bode well. This is seriously funny!
