Marcel Kösling with “Top Secret!” in the film corner

Marcel Koesling in Wermelskirchen
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A good mix of comedy and magic

At the end of the season, the small artist from Hamburg, Marcel Kösling, presented his varied program “Streng Secret!” in the Film-Eck.

At the end of this year’s season in the Film-Eck, you could laugh to your heart’s content. The Hamburg small artist Marco Kösling, whose performance with his program “Streng Secret!” had to be postponed by almost a year due to his corona disease, was a guest in the venerable cinema hall on Thursday evening. The program was, so far so obvious, about the various mysteries of our world. But of course not in the way that is done by cross-scoundrels in our republic plagued by conspiracy mystics – but in a sympathetic and audience-oriented mixture of comedy and magic.

One could describe Kösling as the prototype of the cabaret artist. Taking to the stage, he wittily communicated with the audience, mixing magic and illusion with verbal and vocal contributions – managing to entertain and intrigue at the same time. So much so that after a rather surprising interlude, he briefly commented: “That was the point of applause.” Thanks for the tip. But when a spectator on stage thought she was feeling a sponge in an opaque box, only to find out that it was actually a large and audibly heavy stone, then you could forget the applause in surprise.

“Top Secret!” was the most fun with the magic inserts. Because they were particularly fascinating. Even if stories about magic numbers demanded by security staff at Hamburg Airport in the middle of the security check also caused laughter. But they just didn’t mind when Kösling played David Copperfield to the bombast music from the tape and let a table hover over the stage.

It was also unusual, but warmly expected back, that people from the audience were allowed onto the stage. You really hadn’t seen that for a long time – and then several times. For example, when a man in the audience, with one hand in a paper bag, could solve a completely twisted Rubik’s Cube in less than a minute. Or rather let Kösling solve it? Anyway. It was one of many moments in the approximately two-hour evening that made one look perplexed at the stage. Only to follow a cascade of words by Kösling in the next moment, in which he talked for several minutes about the development of the language.

The combination of music, word and magic, however, almost went beyond the scope of the usual cabaret. At least if you took the first part of the word literally. In fact, practically nothing was small here. On the contrary, it was great evening entertainment, what Kösling presented that evening in the film corner. And for the club it could hardly have been a nicer and more forgiving end of the season. For a season that, like the one before it, was certainly anything but easy for Peter Schben and his team.