Performance is played with Lithuanian and English subtitles.
Authors: Ene-Liis Semper and Tiit Ojasoo
Choreographer Jüri Nael
Lighting designer Petri Tuhkanen
Composers: Jakob Juhkam, Ene-Liis Semper and Tiit Ojasoo
Actors: Marika Vaarik, Eva Koldits, Rea Lest, Rasmus Kaljujärv, Ragnar Uustal, Gert Raudsep, Simeoni Sundja, Jörgen Liik, Reimo Sagor
Theatre “NO99” (Estonia) bears a title with a hidden meaning. Each theatre premiere has its own number, and every new performance is marked with a descending number starting from 99. Founder and artistic director Tiit Ojasoo says: “We decided to establish a theatre where every performance is presented like it is the last one. This is why every performance has a number starting from 99 in a descending order”.
Theatre “NO99” was founded in Tallinn in 2004. Each year it premieres 3-4 new performances. Founders Tiit Ojasoo and Ene Liis Semper usually work with the troupe by improvising on the stage, creating ideas and texts together with actors. The theatre presents performances in well-known theatre festivals, such as KONTAKT (Poland, Torun) or the Avignon Festival (France). In 2010 “NO99” participated in Vilnius International Theatre Festival “Sirens”. “NO99” will present its performance titled “NO43 Filth” to the audience of Klaipėda.
If contemporary society would look in a mirror what reflection would it see? In the performance inspired by Fyodor Sologub’s novel “The Petty Demon” written in 1905, directors Ene-Liis Semper and Tiit Ojasoo create the set that functions both metaphorically and directly – nine actors splash their way through filth condemning their bodies and souls to merciless tests. Evolution has sopped; humanity is lost and confused. Nothing happens anymore. Emotions are trivial, relationships are weak and fake. What lies ahead? Can we overcome evil that appears out of nowhere, and multiplies in a geometric progression?
In the beginning we walk on a plain and innocent ground. We are civilized people in suits, well-versed in culture and etiquette. Then something in heavens or underneath starts playing a demonic rhythm that we obey. The dance of individuals turns into a mass wriggle of maggots following their reflexes. Finally, we ourselves make filth out of the earth as we roll in it. Thin cultural layer we once were proud of is gone. Individuality is gone. Humanity is gone. There are only filthy instincts. Sometimes we briefly come to our senses, we look at everything that is happening around us, and we wonder how this could happen to us?