Anar Beckett flies over the landscapes of midlife crisis, where political absurdity is inseparable from personal failures and domestic despair becomes an occasion for observations that are both angry and accurate. In his concert, antidepressants and urologists are juxtaposed with dickpicks and the philosophy of shitting, all presented in a slightly mocking way, without unnecessary drama.
The main idea is that getting old in this world is just as absurd as getting young, and clearly more fun if you squint. Beckett uses wit as an armor against despondency, leaving the audience to recognize themselves in this delicate balance between chaos and self-irony.
