You can feel the sun on your face, sand and salt. You wipe your eyes and they fill with tears. Stinging and pain. It is only now that the body fatigued by the fight against the night storm awakes. Salt water between fingers. An open wound does not let you get up. You are a castaway – you can start your life anew.
In Elizabethan England the twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany was a time of parties and balls lasting till dawn. It was a time of carnival, transgression from the order of the everyday and the frames of the law, when even the most serious break of the hierarchy of the usual order was forgotten. You can do whatever you want until the evening of 6th of January. The original play under the title “Twelfth Night or What You Will” was written by William Shakespeare at the peak of his career – right after “Much Ado About Nothing”, “Julius Caesar”, and before “Hamlet”.
Borczuch changes the Shakespearian comedy of errors into a tragedy of small differences and a tragicomedy of arbitrary choices. His characters are tormented by being closed in their own bodies, in their constantly negotiated gender, yet once they are entangled in this game, they cannot stop. He puts a layer of images – intelligent and humorous, of intriguing beauty – to construct a capricious, fluid reality, which seems to live with its own life, way richer than the one told with words.