In the run-up to this premiere there was a bit of a theater scandal smell. Word had gotten around that Martin Kušej was doing well with his production of Molière’s “The Misanthrope” would also rely on olfactory stimuli; the whole theater would stink of manure. Shortly before the performance begins, the mood in the stalls is correspondingly nervous. “It could be that I’m leaving,” a premiere visitor announced to the person sitting next to her as a precaution. And in order to somehow arm themselves, many women, at least in the immediate vicinity of the reviewer, applied an overdose of perfume. That’s why they’re still lying Yep! and Chanel as dung and manure in the air. False alarm? Wait.
“The Misanthrope” at the Vienna Burgtheater: Kušej gives the finger – culture
