“In the midst of destruction, Mr. and Mrs. Smith will host Mr. and Mrs. Martin in their home, clinging to the last remnants of their Englishness. But when there isn’t even the slightest sign of a fire in the house, what is the Fire Chief doing perched on Maid Mary’s stool?”
An English bourgeois family’s living room furnished with English armchairs. An English evening.
In the midst of destruction, Mr. and Mrs. Smith welcome Mr. and Mrs. Martin into their home, clinging to the last remnants of their Englishness.
But when there is not even the slightest sign of a fire in the house, what is the Fire Chief doing perched on Maid Mary’s stool? If they are somewhere around London, then who is it that drives us mad? What is it that alienates us so deeply?
If the Bald Soprano is in fact bald, then when will our reality finally arrive? And who benefits from keeping this confusion alive? Perhaps we should not try to know. Perhaps we should leave everything exactly as it is. Or should we? Written by Eugène Ionesco, this remarkable play masterfully blends abstraction and absurdism in the playwright’s unmistakable style. Presented under the title The Bald Soprano, the production will be staged throughout the season at Zorlu PSM.