Sinead Rushe and Jenny Boot, Life in the Folds

Review in Issue 13-4 | Winter 2001

How do I begin to describe this show? According to the flyer, it combines 'surrealist prose poetry with cutting edge contemporary Irish and Jazz dance' – which all sounds rather off-putting. Except that it was done with the lightest of touches, high energy and a sense of humour. Henri Michaux, who died in 1984, was a French writer-artist who pushed himself to the extreme via travel and drugs. In Life in the Folds, the exuberant Sinead Rushe and the radiant Jenny Boot perform some of his prose poems vocally and choreographically with an energy that leaves them (and us, the audience) exhausted.

The two performers use a connecting character named Plume to join the prose and pieces of dance together. In his travels, he suffers all kinds of misfortunes – but gets his revenge too. The show is darkly humorous – characters are imprisoned in bags and cellars, Plume's wife is dismembered, and an irritating guest at a dinner party is roasted on a spit.

While the dance and movement are generally high on energy (especially the jives), the performances are subtle, and the prose is delivered clearly. Perhaps a little more attention could have been paid to getting the (admittedly obscure) meaning of the text across, but overall this was a fine and innovative piece of dance theatre.

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  1. Aug 2001

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Issue 13-4
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