Solipsists

Suppose that everything — the entire universe — exists only in the mind of the observer. That's lonely! But no one can prove it's wrong.

In Solipsists, three gifted young actors ­— Louise Bergez, Lucas van der Vegt and  Joeri Happel — search for a common imagination, together with director Jesse Vandamme, also part of the young collective Camping Sunset. The material is based on monologues that were created independently in recent years, including during the workshop The Hour of Truth  by Luk Perceval in NTGent and in the performance GIANTS  by Jesse Vandamme. The form is sober and stripped down; the setting is intimate. The result are three compelling portraits in a row.

Three creatures go back and forth all the time. They live a time that races and stands still, in the end of time, in the time that is without a future. They live in a body, inside a head, they are alone. The head that never stops, says: "I am very sure that what I was sure of, is now no longer sure." Is that any good? 

There's a woman pretending to be dead, she wants to get ahead of it, and a guy who wants to shoot everything to pieces: "What the hell, right, dad?". There's a bloke who keeps remembering everything all the time. Between the words, the movement and the silences, the worry murmurs. The shits, and the explosions and implosions, exchange faster and faster. 

They look like people but they are players who imagine, they continue through winter and darkness. It's hope without illusions, there's suicide, fear of failure, data sets, disgust, madness, body image and breath. There is a play, it is play and a game.