In an era of emerging mass movements, where the enemies of democracy line up against the open society in market places and on social media platforms, Ulrich Rasche's unconventionally severe chorus theatre, cultivated over a period of years, is the art-work of the hour. Rasche places his actors on gigantic treadmills that rotate like tank treads, ascending towards the heavens and inclining into the abyss. Whether it is the Moor household, hijacked by the scheming Franz, or Karl's robber horde - they all stride along like galley slaves, all of them caught in the slipstream of the masses, congenially orchestrated by Rasche's composer Ari Benjamin Meyers through meditative, archaic drum compositions. In this grim, operatic production, the fantasies of a breakthrough and criticism of the authorities which inflame Schiller's protagonists condense into an apocalyptic monument.