DEKKADANCERS present an evening composed of two choreographies. They will introduce two worlds connected not by love or hope, but by a simple, ordinary lie. In the first piece, Ondřej Vinklát reveals how easily we lie to ourselves – often without even wanting to admit it. In the second choreography, Štěpán Pechar takes us onto a film set full of secrets, where humorous situations abound. This time, it won’t be only the dancers’ bodies speaking to you, but also the voices of well-known personalities. And we’re not lying about that!
To Oneself (ch. Ondřej Vinklát)
“Life is a bridge—do not build a house upon it.” – V. K.
Two is less than one. Do you believe that? Probably not. Yet, it is an ancient idea, deeper than it appears, passed down through centuries. So why don't we actually believe it?That is just our little brother Ego throwing a tantrum, pushing boundaries, and thinking he is God. Do you listen to him? Do you believe him? On his glorious ego trip, he can go far beyond the boundaries of humanity—and he is damn good at it. Life gives us lessons that, when properly understood and processed, bring us back into harmony with the whole. But sometimes we are so indifferent to them that we have to hit rock bottom. A bottom that, however, can turn out to be the greatest gift.
Lies Men Tell (ch. Štěpán Pechar)
This is an exemplary story – though it’s not entirely clear what it is an example of.
It has nothing to do with politics, religion, or the end of the world. Nor is it a grand tale of human adventure. It unfolds on the lowest level of everyday middle-class troubles. Simply put: it happened to a friend of mine. A fictional one, of course… yet uncomfortably familiar – from Luis Fernando Verissimo’s short story The Wedding Ring.
Lies Men Tell is a fast-paced dance ride behind the scenes of a truly disastrous film shoot, revolving around one truth that’s really hard to explain. On a film set where the script makes about as much sense as shooting butterflies with a cannon, where flirting outweighs actual work, and where lies grow faster than the director’s ego and kisses turn into slaps up until no one knows who is playing whom, or who is lying to whom.
Please note that there will be a 20-minute interval between the choreographies. To Oneself includes smoke and lighting effects (no strobe lighting).
