Onwards, ever onwards. To the stars, deep into the earth, through all the oceans. Through all bodies, all words. More, ever more. More money, more sex. More pain, more lust, more oblivion. Stagnation is death. That’s us. And Faust is one of us. After generations of readers praised him for being a dynamic Titan who rids himself of the shackles of faith, tradition and nature and at the same time takes both his destiny and the world into his own hands, we now realise that Faust has lost his way – as have we.
Faust, in his pathogenic appetite for the ultimate thrill, his addiction to the uninterrupted movement of time and his negation of all boundaries, is paradigmatic for the hubris of humankind, which is in danger of losing itself in the storm of events it has unleashed. His pact with Mephistopheles is the starting point for his escape into the future. The promise is immortality. Faust thirsts for catastrophes and confuses them with promises of salvation. He travels to the ends of civilization, where the air tastes of blood and the eye freezes. He will destroy the only being that could save him. And the heavens remain silent.
Faust is a production taken over from the Residenztheater Munich.