"The Celebration" is an intricately woven metaphor for the compromises some people readily make to preserve a relationship, status and luxury, or, tragically, a reason for living. In a quest for honesty and justice a son raises a glass for his wealthy father's anniversary revealing a shаking family secret supposedly leading to his sibling's suicide. All guests at the fancy celebration are in the position of numb witnesses, their reactions soiled with hypocrisy, hiding a bitter refusal to accept the truth, not wanting it to be the truth since this version of the truth does not benefit their material  interest. 

     The young man's behaviour is reproached by his mother who insists on an apology. And does she get one. In a second speech in stead of taking his words back, the sibling confirms and deepens the shock allowing everyone to know not only the father's faults but also the mother's tacit approval as she has been long aware and, yet, silent, hiding in the illusion of the perfect family.

     Is it worth holding unspoken secrets that lead your own children into a life of despair or even into grave? Have morals lost their value ending up traded for money and power - a brittle icing of a decaying reality? Basic morals, that is. The pretense for prestige seems to have wiped out all that is human about a man, his wife and their guests, favouring the deceitful concept of a posh environment over any moral instinct. Shall we see a rightful payoff or shall we see the messenger punished? 

     "The Celebration" is an intricately woven metaphor for our modern "society with eyes shut" which keeps throwing away the embarrassing truth on top of a volcano about to erupt in a quiet fear and with a naive fallacy that this is still not the last straw to break the camel's back, hiding in the illusion of the perfect society. 

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     We all know that there are secrets kept away from public although the people are aware – hidden links between corporations and mafia. What is going on today is a horrifying game between society and governing elites – everyone knows something monstrous is happening but probably due to inertia we still keep living our lives as before. Unfortunately, it’s a meat grinder – no one has escaped sound and safe from it as the machine has grinded them into a rotting pile of meat. Those who dare to speak the truth are being destroyed or are destroying themselves by closing within their own shell. The production is a metaphor about our modern society – a sick society governed by sick people.

~ Alexander Morfov 

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