’Enter the street sweeper: the dreamer, director and composer of the performance, Szabolcs Szőke. He clears away the debris, the garbage, the stripped Christmas tree, and then starts to play on the string fixed to his broom. The string’s vibrations are amplified by a worn-out basin. Enter the cyclist, a deadpan character in an overcoat, Lajos Spilák. After a few words, he starts to play his bicycle. He makes the spokes sing with a bow, blows the holes in the bicycle frame like a flute, and turns the mudguard and carrier into percussion instruments. An unbelievable theatre experience. You can laugh and keep your fingers crossed at the same time. Our hearts beat faster when the crippled movement artist, Rita Deák Varga, starts her way down the slope on her unicycle and crutches: will she arrive? The actors do not have insipid superstar looks, but human faces, exciting and awesome, the kind you must keep looking at. The quietness is audible: a pause is not a silly silence but a musical moment full of sense and tension. The whole performance is about music, not only because they do play a lot, but also because it has a rhythm, shape and structure which are not based on the text. And it is good music. It is not noisy, verbose or aggressive. Bitter Fools is just as long as it should be; it starts at the right moment and ends at the right moment.’ Miklós Fáy — Népszabadság