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Mr. Moon | Theater

Have you ever dreamed of a show without order? without borders? A show that brings together clowns, musicians, a diva, a puppeteer, and too many ringmasters?

It’s been two years since Mr. Moon started playing to audiences around the world, and he is still traveling and seeking new adventures. This family, this band, this group of artists and freaks began touring in Europe, playing at festivals, in town squares, and on street corners, before traveling to Mexico to bring their show to the country’s restaurants, cabarets, mezcal bars and theaters. Mr. Moon’s journey will take you from one extreme to the other: from laughter to tears, from doubt to love, from politics to poetry. 

 

Mr. Moon was developed in 2019 by Moon Cabaret, the theater branch of the international artist collective Snowapple. The company wanted to create a show that could be performed in unexpected places, reach unexpected audiences, and bring together the most bold and talented artists.

 

Duration: 50-60 minutes

The Cast

Directed by: Eva Schumacher
Music: Snowapple

Stage design: Bin Xu and Nora Tinholt
Costumes: Mohamed Benchellal

With:

Santiago Baculima, Arno Bakker, Matteo Cerboncini, Cynthia Martínez, Gregg Moore,

Alberto Pérez, Alan Gunga Purves, Laurien ‘Mrs. Moon’, Joséphine Terme, Nora Tinholt,

Osito Moro Von Ropi ... and surprise guests!

Avignon 2022:

Santiago Baculima, Matteo Cerboncini, Cynthia Martinez, Alberto Perez, Alan Gunga Purves, Laurien 'Mrs. Moon', Nora Tinholt, Osito Moro Von Ropi- and our extend family- Gregg Moore, Flor Gutíerrez, Yessica Hernández, Regina López, Diana Martínez

Synopsis

Our story is human: that of a company built on the road, brought together through unexpected meetings, personal tragedy and destiny. Who are we?


Are we musicians? Storytellers? Are we just plain crazy? Why does nothing we say seem credible? And above all, why do we continue to play?

We’ve traveled for 200 years, bound to one another, storytellers from another time. We are strays who were picked up, lost souls who were found, people who lived in the shadows from the very beginning. Belonging to neither today nor yesterday, we wander from one scene to another. We are The Lost Children.

We travel from city to city telling our stories, asking questions, giving answers. When we travel, it’s not through choice, it’s just our truth. Our stories are often unwanted – in each city we’ve encountered our share of hostility. We’re the ones telling people: our society is sick. The ones who search for answers and ask uncomfortable questions.

We are jesters, preachers, liars and poets who have seen too much. You’ll tolerate us for an hour, maybe, for an evening at most, but you’re unlikely to tolerate our madness, our vulgarity and our indignation for much longer.

So let’s laugh at brave Mr. Moon, because tomorrow he’ll be gone again, and you’ll be able to get on with your life. It will feel like waking up from a dream – neither beautiful nor bad, just a little disturbing.