German translation by Johannes Schrettle
Their father crucified himself. The huge cross in the living room is a sophisticated construction on which he spectacularly and precisely performed his own death ritual. Their mother died a long time ago; she choked on a chicken bone. The little girl in her belly therefore has to make it on her own, gestates in her mother’s corpse and gives birth to herself. “No!” her brother realises later. “Babies grow in rubbish.” Between Coke cans and empty crisp packets, the boy finds a tiny, almost lifeless being and brings it home …
That was then. The now grown-up siblings Michael and Michelle reminisce about their childhood – highly adept at wresting warmth and humour out of a horrible, dysfunctional past and at confronting encroaching death with the full force of life.
Dennis Kelly’s Debris is far from a being a study of a social milieu, yet still delves right into the surreal reality of everyday madness. The young director Marike Moiteaux, who for the last few years has worked as an assistant director at the Deutsches Theater, is staging the debut work of the now globally renowned playwright.
Premiere January 30, 2014