Tag Archives: Puppetry

Stuffed Puppets: Schicklgruber

Stuffed Puppets: Schicklgruber

September 4th, 2011 by

It is the Führer’s 56th birthday, his downfall is imminent, and unease festers in the air of his Berlin Bunker. Stuffed Puppets’ Neville Tranter portrays Adolf’s subservient valet and takes us through a cavalcade of infamous figures, from Eva Braun to Goering and Goebbels, in the puppets he manipulates. Each is a self-obsessed caricature, manifested in […]

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Ulrike Quade Company, Jo Strømgren Kompani, Nordland Visual Theatre: The Writer

Ulrike Quade Company, Jo Strømgren Kompani, Nordland Visual Theatre: The Writer

September 2nd, 2011 by

Inspired by the life and work of Nobel Prize winner Knut Hamsun, performer Ulrike Quade presents the audience with the solitary figure of a woman, surround by neatly stacked piles of books, reading and making notes. A gentle blue hue illuminates the space, and she is tiny in comparison to the vast environment – a […]

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Big Daddy Meets His Match

August 27th, 2011 by

It was a chance remark from a friend that started me thinking. We were discussing the dilemma for contemporary ‘liberal’ parents in choosing whether to send children to private school or to throw them to the sharks of state education in the inner London boroughs, and this somehow moved on to a discussion about the number […]

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The Wrong Crowd: The Girl with the Iron Claws

The Wrong Crowd: The Girl with the Iron Claws

August 26th, 2011 by

The Girl with the Iron Claws is the first production from The Wrong Crowd, a collaboration between puppet-maker and designer Rachael Canning and writer and director Hannah Mulder. The influence of a maker at the core of the process is much in evidence in the effortlessly aesthetic set: a striking pair of brass spindly ‘claws’ is […]

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Sleepwalk Collective: As the flames rose we danced to the sirens, the sirens ¦ Graeme Braidwood

Shortlisted!

August 22nd, 2011 by

So, where was I? Ah yes, autumn in Edinburgh – although these past few days it’s been almost like summer. There are cricket whites on the Meadows, and hippies blowing giant bubbles – but there’s also a rustling in the trees, and the odd leaf or two falling just as a warning. On the edge […]

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