Stefan Castner’s “The Return of the Dolphins” screened in German theaters. – Munich

This isn’t the first time Stefan Kastner has awakened a majestic presence on stage with one of his phenomenal theatrical adventures. This isn’t the first time Michaela May and Inge Rassaerts have been among these guys. But what the two do in “Return of the Dolphins” is absolutely amazing and a really big theater. And it’s not just them.

Michaela May is a Bavarian, slightly smaller than a statue of Theresienwiese, but only in appearance and not effective. Bayern worry about who will be inducted into the Hall of Fame and send dolphins to pick up new candidates. But she also cooks vegetable soup from leftovers from organic trash. She is practical, unshakable and wonderful. She is supported by Josephine, played by Inge Rassaerts. She is 88 years old and acts as if she were 18. She’s rude, outrageous, quick, unashamed, and has a grandeur that fills halls, theaters, entire cities. Anything else would be an understatement.

For the first time, Kastner Productions is a guest of the Deutsches Theater and fits into the Silbersaal there as if it had always been there, thus opening the Municipal Theater to the independent scene. Stage Gelsenkirchen baroque, dining area, fully equipped kitchen, behind which there is a movie screen. Kastner has been busy creating a film that Herbert Achternbusch would envy, a life-like glamorous film in which characters take the stage and come back. The same goes for years. Jogi Löw (Christoph Theussl) wants to be Hall of Fame 15th-century Queen Isabeau (Susanne Schroeder). You, Heinrich Heine (Matthias Ransberger), and Erika Mann (Isabell Kott) came and went easily with the dolphins. Because Theresienwiese is now a sea with direct access to the Aegean Sea.

So Kastner’s “Delphine” is a current eco-drama and picaroman. Where he was for a year (right). The opposite is the mountain philosophy of Voglsamer, a caretaker played by Rainer Haustein, a climber who wants to be instantly inducted into the Hall of Fame. But who dusted it there? Anyway, dust it off and go out at night with the odd twinkle in your hair, a broad smiley smile, and the luck of many beautiful fibers whose cleverness should never be underestimated, as in Kastner’s case.

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