The bitter, touching comedy Just Call It Love stages a relay of encounters in the famous Majestic Imperial Hotel, where hundreds of rooms have room for loneliness. The play follows the quest of its characters for lust, affection or a form of solidarity and recognition that may ease the silence and solitude. What they are looking for, goes under many names. But just call it love.

Pfeijffer ironically, viciously, passionately and disconcertingly sheds light on love in the 21st century, where sex and love are often confounded, with all its consequences. Almost every scene sets off from a recognizable starting point. In daily life, too, what happens is mainly cliché. But every time the situation is reversed in a surprising manner within a few exchanges, inviting the public to reconsider their predetermined views and premature conclusions. Through this potpourri of one-act plays, offering a sample card of forms of love at the beginning of the third millennium, runs like a red thread to the story of the elderly rock and roll legend Mitchel Brubaker, who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease, and his wife Cat, who during his heydays was his groupie and background singer and who now reminds him of the adventures during their fifty year long love-story that have leaked from his own memory. The story of Cat is the story of the ultimate sacrifice and a poignant demonstration of true love.