abstractSynopsis:
Frustrated in love, tortured by artistic conscience about the choice between art creating and surviving, the playwright started to mess around with the closet in his room. "Now, I'm facing a plastic closet in the room. I don't know whom I shall compare it with? Alas! Let a plastic closet just be a plastic closet. It was the confession of playwright, Tsai, at the premiere in 1984 where he directed/authored/acted in Cloud Gate Theatre, a narrow but long old house in Ta Tao Cheng. He nakedly revealed his poverty, imprisonment in love, and creative crisis to the audience without reservation. Eight years later, Wang Xiao-di revived this play. Toning down the play with a touch of sensibility, Wang elevated the play from its melodramatic tendency to a sincere confession of a theatrical practitioner dwelling in the urban jungle. Wang, with meticulousness and fun tone, portrayed the protagonist and the setting vividly creating a realistic life on stage. With powerful physical expression, the spirit of the closet projected strong messages.