Room Service (Help Me Make It Through The Night)
Four performers spend a sleepless night alone in their hotel rooms, with only a phone and a video camera for company.
Here I am in my hotel room and I can do anything I want.
I could...
...unscrew the paintings from the walls and turn
them upside down and see if the cleaners notice
... deliberately bankrupt myself by ringing up
room service and asking them to charge every
drink bought in the bar tonight to my Visa card
...start a fire in my wastepaper basket
and open the window and shout FIRE FIRE
until a fireman comes and rescues me
...permanently damage my feet by wearing my
complementary slippers on the wrong feet
and then sue the hotel for a fortune
...save up all the free packets of shower gel
and resell them on the internet from my laptop
...change the “Do Not Disturb” sign on my door
to read “Please do disturb every hour with
violent beatings” and then complain to the
manager if they don’t fulfill my wishes
"But if my life is for rent and I don´t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine"
Dido
In the blue, dead hours of night, four people return to their hotel rooms. None of them can sleep, instead they kill time in cold baths or by finding comfort in the solace of the hotel mini bar. Each is being watched by a surveillance camera, sharing their moments of fear and boredom as they sit out a long and sleepless night.
Where: A hotel (a conference room for the audience, 4 identical hotel rooms for the performers)
Who: 2 women, 2 men alone in their hotel rooms (trying to be themselves, a friend, a relative, a star, an animal or just to make it through the night)
How long: a sleepless night
Room Service is a live interactive film. In the conference room of the hotel the audience watch four performers on a four huge TV monitors set side by side. Each performer is in a seperate hotel room, unable to see and hear the audience or each other. Its late at night, and none of them are sleeping, instead they kill time, sharing moments of hope, fear and boredom. Their only contact to the outside world is a phone line that puts them directly in contact with the audience. As the night progresses they call their voyeurs with increasingly absurd and desperate demands, in a plea to remain with them and help them make it through the night.