Dionysus! Is it really you? A body has just been extracted with surgical forceps from a wound in director Florentina Holzinger’s thigh – or so it appears from the video projected onto large screens at either side of the stage. Stitches are snipped and the laceration parted. A large crowd gathers around the improbable delivery. Expectation is high, but, alas, the camera discloses only a bloodied bonbon trinket. So, not the infant god of theatre, after all.