Eighteen theatregoers at Stuttgart’s state opera required medical treatment for severe nausea over the weekend after watching a performance that included live piercing, unsimulated sexual intercourse and copious amounts of fake and real blood.
why would you sign up for something like this if you’re a goddamn pussy
It looks like there were warnings in advance too
Visitors to the adults-only show were alerted in advance to a long list of warnings for potential triggers including incense, loud noises, explicit sexual acts and sexual violence.
FWIW, I’m a sideshow performer and have been in shows that were exactly like this (though I don’t do full nudity or piercing). There’s always a content warning at the top of the show. Though I’m surprised (but not) they allowed live sex. Even where I live, which has pretty lenient blue laws, live sex is a hard no.
Also, this sounds amazing
The version that unsettled audience members in Stuttgart this year supplanted the original musical performance with naked nuns rollerskating on a movable half-pipe at the centre of the stage, a wall of crucified naked bodies and a lesbian priest saying mass.
How are you supposed to know the priest is a lesbian if they didn’t tell you?
If you’ve never seen copious amounts of blood before, you might not know you’re a goddamn pussy. I didn’t know blood would make me queasy until I was trying to clean glass and blood from the floor before my dogs ran in to see the commotion as the skin on the backs of 2 fingers was flapping and undoing all my blood cleanup. It damaged something in my nail base, too, because I have a scar that ends at a permanent ridge in my nail extrusion.
Now I’d like a similar opera centered around Mohammed to compare the reactions.
Dafaq am I reading?
Good technique in dance to me is not just someone who can do a perfect tendu, but also someone who can urinate on cue,” Holzinger told the Guardian in an interview earlier this year.
Just your average choreographer 😄
Hindemith’s original opera tells the story of a young nun who, aroused by a tale told by one of the nunnery’s older women, steps on to the altar naked and rips the loincloth from Christ’s torso. An encounter with a large spider leads her to repent her action and beg the other nuns to wall her up alive.
Maybe the war on drugs wasn’t so bad after all.
People in Stuttgart are too sheltered. In Berlin that wouldn’t stand out in an average Friday.
