Teatro infernale or: Bad Taste is Violence, Too
The beginning was promising: while the audience entered the hall, actors dressed in white plastic bags walked back and forth, quiet music played in the background, and only a few lights shone in the darkness. ‘Oops, this is going to be some very artistic theatre,’ I thought to myself. But it was anything but art. For me, as a spectator, more and more circles of hell appeared throughout the production, like Dante's. But probably not in the way the creators intended