Horses at the window, reviews

Horses at the window, reviews

Clowns of the war

It is rarely the case that writers can express themselves in this way, nevertheless: Vişniec’s play presented in Pecs was flawless.  Excellent play, directed sensitively.

(Keresztesi József,

horses at the window

Aradi Kamaraszínház Theatre Company doubled yesterday, the company prezented two plays. How do they do it? How do they succeed always? I always suspected them to be good, but I am sure now. The Aradi Kamaraszínház Theatre Company can always count on me to be at their shows.

(web diary,

Tale about the red horse

The play includes various acting styles. The messenger, played by Tapasztó Ernő, proved that he fits to each situation, and is never able to pass on the right message. In her role Bacskó Tünde, waits through the deepest female sufferings, she is always completed by the men interpreted by Harsányi Attila, who sometimes is painfully humorous or impressively dramatic.

(Pál-Kovács Ramona,

After one impressive leap comes the quality sequel

- dráMA – Contemporary Theatre Festival, 2nd edition -

Radu Dinulescu’s directing skills are very well displayed in this tremendous show allowing the audience to see the terrible logics of war, more accurately uncovering  the effects on those how are forced to endure it or have survived it: moral and mental depreciation. The play is an ironical parabola about war and human relationships.

(Köllő Katalin,


Harsányi Attila jumps from character to character as if it would be the most natural thing in the world, Tapasztó Ernő’s messengers are well separated. The female characters played by Bacskó Tünde are well glued without blemish. Combining Radu Dinulescu’s directing skills and the elegant acting they succeeded in giveing birth to a true absurd theatrical delicacy.

(Petró János, Thealter-blog: the 6th day,

How does the horse get to the window?

After the initial shock - the public realizes what exactly was so funny. The fact that the husband makes his pregnant wife to perform the war with the tableware? Or perhaps the fact that the messenger whit his numberless faces brings instead of a coffin the myriad boots that walked over the husband?

(Kisvárdai Lapok, the 22nd of June 2010)