Melancholic - Cabaret with Ralph Richter

There are things that never change:
No one listens to the other anymore, the sense of time shifts, the tie can't be big enough to step on, and everything used to be better anyway.

All this will come up, because Richter wants to show it again, this giant leap in the bowl of our jokester society. No cliché is alien to him and no cow is sacred.
With his unwieldy charm, he will make your dwarf skins toil until you rub your eyes in amazement: I saw it like that too, but I can't express it like that.

Because nowhere is it as funny as in our Beklopptistan, but once you've seen this program, you wouldn't want to live anywhere else. The stage senior jokes his way through all topics, always according to the motto:
Where delusion becomes sense, satire becomes duty!

The judge, this ass-bomb in the aqua gym pool, whom young-at-heart senior citizens would like to buy an eggnog, has a regular place at the bar for normal people. And when they shout: "Sit down, there'll be more of us!" he stays there. But beware: behind his cuddly, cozy façade hides a rumpelstilzig meanie.

Because sometimes words can't express enough, and that's exactly why there's the middle finger. And this program.
A melancholic-choleric satire program with Ralph Richter.