Three men enter the stage, undress and wash themselves. Not just a quick splash, they are scrubbing to the bone. A head hangs down high above them. It laughs devilishly; the rest of the body is missing. The men scrub, rub and scrape as though they want to wash out something that is a very part of them, their skin, their soul, and their madness. Suddenly, without a warning, the dirt flies off them and into the air. Just like that.
This scene was performed on stage in Mountains Made of Barking and filmed – in reverse – for use in Vandekeybus' following performance Bereft of a Blissful Union. In Mountains Made of Barking, the here and now are virtually absent. It has the temporal progress and the rhythym of a hallucination. Its logic is also hallucinatory: B does not simply come after A. Such everyday relations are torn out of context, turned upside-down, in reverse.
TEXTS & DIRECTION
Iñaki Azpillaga, François Brice, Wim Vandekeybus
de Filmfabriek – Anne Quirynen
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
Aliocha Van der Avoort
Bruno Dussart, Christian Roosemont, Anne François
Olivier De Laveleye
Year of production: 1996