Wim Helsen

Wim Helsen

出生 : 1968-10-05, Antwerpen, Flanders, Belgium

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Wim Helsen

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Wim Helsen: Niet Mijn Apen, Niet Mijn Circus
Writer
Registration of the sixth solo theatre program by the Flemish comedian Wim Helsen. An absurdist story.
Wim Helsen: Niet Mijn Apen, Niet Mijn Circus
Registration of the sixth solo theatre program by the Flemish comedian Wim Helsen. An absurdist story.
You are being listened to
Writer
Award-winning artist Wim Helsen proves in his fifth theater performance that he not only has deep, absurd thoughts, but is also a good listener.
You are being listened to
Himself
Award-winning artist Wim Helsen proves in his fifth theater performance that he not only has deep, absurd thoughts, but is also a good listener.
ZOOks
Koning Ferdinand
Wim Helsen: Shame Shame Shame
Writer
Comedian Wim Helsen apologizes for the violence, religious extremism and lousy economy plaguing Europe, then offers a happy panacea for all of it.
Wim Helsen: Shame Shame Shame
Wim Helsen
Comedian Wim Helsen apologizes for the violence, religious extremism and lousy economy plaguing Europe, then offers a happy panacea for all of it.
Little Black Spiders
Guy
Belgium, 1978. Katja, Roxy, and a group of other lively girls are too young for love, but still they are almost mothers. In a hidden location, pregnant teenage girls await the birth of their babies in secret. Some want to put their mistake behind them as soon as possible, but Katja, herself an orphan, clearly wants something different: she longs to have her own little baby. During the long wait, the girls share each others joys and sorrows. They form close friendships and distract themselves with strange games, until the bubble bursts, and Katja becomes painfully aware of the plans that the nuns are making behind their backs. She is not going to let this happen to her baby
Dirty Mind
Diego / Tony T.
Shy loser Diego wakes up after an accident and has been transformed into Tony T. a smooth-talking no-holds-barred stuntman. Suffering from a case of Frontal Syndrome he's the perfect case-study for young neurologist Jaana. Everyone hopes that Diego will soon recover, except for Diego himself.
Wim Helsen: Het Uur van de Prutser
Writer
Wim Helsen: Het Uur van de Prutser
Himself
Wim Helsen: Het helste van Helsen
Himself
Wim Helsen: Bij Mij Zijt Ge Veilig
Writer
Als ge mistroostig zijt en ge weet niet goed waarom. Als ge nog eens goed wilt lachen. Als ge van de wereld niet veel snapt, en van de mensen nog minder. Als ge niet krijgt wat ge vindt dat ge verdient omdat ze u niet zien staan, de idioten. Als ge op één hand kunt tellen de keren dat ge u het afgelopen jaar vrij hebt gevoeld en onbekommerd. Als ge de dingen kapot wilt slaan maar ge durft niet.
Wim Helsen: Bij Mij Zijt Ge Veilig
Himself
Als ge mistroostig zijt en ge weet niet goed waarom. Als ge nog eens goed wilt lachen. Als ge van de wereld niet veel snapt, en van de mensen nog minder. Als ge niet krijgt wat ge vindt dat ge verdient omdat ze u niet zien staan, de idioten. Als ge op één hand kunt tellen de keren dat ge u het afgelopen jaar vrij hebt gevoeld en onbekommerd. Als ge de dingen kapot wilt slaan maar ge durft niet.
Wim Helsen: Heden Soup!
Writer
Wim Helsen Heden Soup! HOMELESS, KINGS, SAINTS AND COLD WATER FISHING: They all eat soup. Also mistresses love soup. They eat them with spoons, some dip bread in it or slurp on the edge of their soup bowl. One can of doing anything. Tomatoes, leeks, pumpkins, chicken. But loving thoughts, secret messages and mushrooms are allowed. And say nothing of balls. In mysterious faraway places there that make soup from nettles. Dogs bark for soup. One gets it warm from the inside (in his body).
Wim Helsen: Heden Soup!
Himself
Wim Helsen Heden Soup! HOMELESS, KINGS, SAINTS AND COLD WATER FISHING: They all eat soup. Also mistresses love soup. They eat them with spoons, some dip bread in it or slurp on the edge of their soup bowl. One can of doing anything. Tomatoes, leeks, pumpkins, chicken. But loving thoughts, secret messages and mushrooms are allowed. And say nothing of balls. In mysterious faraway places there that make soup from nettles. Dogs bark for soup. One gets it warm from the inside (in his body).