When a show opens with its title character being dumped on the autopsy slab, it’s a fair bet that things aren’t going to end well. But Wattle & Daub’s brown-aproned sextet of performers – musicians, singers, puppeteers – are determined to have a good time along the way. They take on the apparently true tale […]
Writings
Wattle & Daub: The Depraved Appetite of Tarrare the Freak
November 4th, 2015 by Darren East
Rouge 28: Kwaidan
November 4th, 2015 by Adam Bennett‘Hello? Is anybody home?’ says the woman as she enters the space, furnished with 1970s dresser, television set, and table. A large dark mirror above the dresser, and wardrobe doors, are significant hints of secrets to be revealed, and a screened area turns out to be a small bedroom, with Japanese paper screens behind. Immediately […]
Little Angel Youth Theatre: The Jabberwocky
November 4th, 2015 by Darren EastDespite being a show performed by young people, this is a production presented within the main programme of the SUSPENSE adult puppetry festival and is in a sense a triple-distilled piece of theatre. It has been inspired by Steve Tiplady’s production for the Little Angel last year, but this itself was already a radical reworking […]
Karen Finley: Ribbon Gate | Written in Sand
November 3rd, 2015 by Dorothy Max PriorKaren Finley! Karen Finley smeared in chocolate. Karen Finley performing unspeakable practices and unnatural acts live on stage. Karen Finley getting banned – from art galleries, from rock venues, from public toilets. From public toilets – oh yes! I’ve never seen her live, but have admired her from afar for years. Well, I would wouldn’t […]
Kris Canavan: Dredge
November 3rd, 2015 by Rebecca JS NiceKris Canavan’s meeting place for Dredge, which takes place in public space, is Parliament Square – surrounded by Westminster Abbey, Whitehall, the Supreme Court and the Houses of Parliament. Placing his work in an established site for demonstrations and protests, with its backdrop of historic and imposing Neoclassical and Gothic architecture – symbols of power […]
