The Tempest

Many has been said about The Tempest of Shakespeare. The author’s genius, the poetic imagery. His last play, farewell to the stage, to life – one can make an endless list of clever remarks. But it makes no sense, let’s just talk about the prosaic reality: for a long time, I had no clue what The Tempest was all about, as an excuse, I was only 20 years old. And as I did not understand properly, I found it boring, I got bored. There is no plot in it, the whole play is an allegorical fairy-tale, at the end everything turns for the better, almost without any logic.

Then I forgot about the drama, and after a long time I read it again. Since my first reading many things has happened to me, good and bad, whichever happens to any of us in life. And then a question occurred to me, a question, which might bother anyone else deep inside. What will happen to me when I know for sure that I am going to die, when nothing can help, no medical remedy, no mercy of God. When I know for sure, that I have only a couple of minutes left, or just seconds, until it is all over for me. “The film of my life unfolds in my head.” Or another strange thing comes to my mind, a last play, as I arrange the future of my child in order, punish those, who made harm to me, then I forgive them – because indulgence is a crucial part of my human soul: to put aside hatred and logic, reasoning, and forgive them all. Can one find salvation at the very last moment, at the time of distress? Whether yes or no, “the rest is silence”.

Szikszai Rémusz, director

Please note, that stroboscope, strong light and sound effects are used in the performance, it is not advised for those, who are sensitive to these effects.