Who needs subtlety when you’ve got a beggar who fights with an iron fan?
“Kamp” runs closer to cinema than to theater, most notably the work of David Lynch.
“Why do I accuse him? Because it’s my job,” the flummoxed prosecutor acknowledges.
A sweet grandmother type passing by reminisces about bodies decomposing and “boiling.”
The proof is in the gleeful hardboiled mayhem.
Both the Israelis and the Palestinians are engaged in a manipulative PR war.
“I really wanted the audience to be genuinely frightened and terrified by what they were seeing.”