Catharsis does not begin with urinating in a glass on stage

Philip Rákay in a Facebook post .

"Dear Dorka! I just saw your video, thanks! No matter how long we've known each other,

please don't ask me the impossible! I will never be proud of the "art" of Schilling and Sárosdi.

just as a good number of Hungarian people probably also feel a secondary sense of shame in connection with the productions of this strange married couple - who even knows that they exist in the world...

The thing is, Dorka, that I'm just the stay-at-home, mushy, orphan-haired type for whom art and capital theater have provided

catharsis does not begin with urinating in a glass on stage, nor does it continue - as in the unsurpassed, abnormal, Hungarian-phobic provocation "Feketeország" - when Lilla Sárosdi reaches into the bottoms of her fellow actors with her rubber gloved hand and then sticks her finger in the noses of her fellow actors.

Take it for what it is, but it's not cathartic for me when Schilling runs around the stage in a phallus, or when his decent wife in the play Lúzer - making every bit of her foam body public property - on a couch, sitting between two boys, trying to satisfy them with her hands, surrounded by the appreciative glances of the highly educated, knowledgeable downtown audience.

If you preach acceptance day and night, then you tolerate the fact that there are millions of us living in this country, for whom this is not culture, not art, but unacceptable filth.

But back to your video. Thank you very much for the good news that Árpi and Lilla are doing so well in their respective professions abroad! I sincerely wish them even greater success out there! Until then, they won't spoil the air here..."

Hello Philip