2001 CJP Youth Trophy at the Dutch / Flemish Theatre Festival 2001 Audience Award at the Festival aan de Werf (Utrecht) 2002 European Prix de Coppet Culture Award at the European Forum of Coppet
Scripts Highlights "Later that afternoon we saw a German patrol coming down the road. A few hundred men. They were singing. With our two machineguns we mowed them down completely. It felt good."
"The terrain was terrible, there were shellholes everywhere, and some of the tanks got stuck in the mud. It was a chaotic mess of barbed wire, tree trunks, cartwheels and bodies. There were bodies everywhere, we had to drive over them."
"It is almost over and my will to live is stronger than ever. I have suffered terrible things and have died beside my friends a few times. Yet the more one dies, the more life intensifies."
"One night I got lost. I wandered for hours in no man's land. The mud sucked me down. It was so cold that I could hardly think. My only company were the corpses that laid rotting in the mud. Sometimes I stepped on them. It was terrifying. I sensed immediately whether it was a belly or a head upon which I trod. I tried not to think about it."
"I have made a few drawings, it protects against death and danger. This morning I went to church. A few days ago, Mr Lieberman came here, looking for his dead son, his only child. The graves were opened, but in the grave he was hoping to find his son, there lay an officer, and in another grave, there lay five officers."
"Yesterday we conquered a German trench. I was looking around with Patrick and we went into a dugout. They build a mean dugout, it was almost cosy, except that there were two dead Jerries in there. There was a bottle of wine on the table. Patrick said: That's ours. And took it outside. There he uncorked it. It was a booby-trap."
Programme Details Coming to Hong Kong for the first time, The Great War is enacted on a miniature film set installed on stage. The scene is filmed using tiny cameras and the images are projected onto the screen simultaneously. The audience sees how scaled-down versions of landscapes of the Western Front are created using sawdust, potting soil and rusty nails. With sprigs of parsley as trees, rain falls from a plant spray, bombs from a gas burner. A pleasant cultivated landscape is gradually transformed into a devastated battlefield - the result is amazingly realistic. These images are accompanied by spoken passages from authentic soldiers' letters written home from the trenches. |