In a time of global anxiety, terrorism, unstable weather and uncertain political times, a young couple wants a child. LUNGS is a love story, slightly unhinged, cuttingly honest, funny, tense and timely. It speaks about a generation for whom insecurity is a way of life.
„LUNGS” makes you think it's a play about lungs, but it touches your heart and that part of your stomach where butterflies gather in the spring.
Your brain doesn't get a break for a second. And it's awful good. Painful. Visceral. Self-deprecating. Hilarious. Tearful. With sighs.
„Lungs” is not a manifesto, though it can be seen that way, „Lungs” is not moralizing, though it can be seen that way, „Lungs” is not entertainment, though it can be seen that way, „Lungs” is art at its core. (...)
We need Lungs. We live confused, we think about the fate of the planet, we know what carbon dioxide is, and we wonder if we are good people. „Lungs doesn't give the answers, and that's good. ”Lungs asks the questions, and that's even better.
