MELANCHOLIC

There are things that never change: no one listens to anyone else anymore, the sense of time shifts, the tie can never be big enough to step on, and everything used to be better anyway. All of this will be discussed, because Richter wants to show it again, this giant leap in the bowl of our fun-loving society. No cliché is foreign to him and no cow is sacred. With his awkward charm, he makes your diaphragms work until you rub your eyes in amazement: That's how I saw it 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 don't want to live anywhere else.
The stage senior pranks his way through all the topics, always following the motto: Where madness becomes sense, satire becomes duty! The judge, this cannonball in the water aerobics pool, who young-at-heart senior citizens would gladly buy an eggnog for, has a regular place at the bar for normal people. And when they call out: "Sit down here, then there will be more of us!" he stays there. But be careful: Behind his cozy facade hides a Rumpelstiltskin meanie. Because sometimes words can't express enough, and that's exactly why there is the middle finger. And this program.
A melancholic-choleric satire program with Ralph Richter