Okuni opens with a voice over explaining in clear level tones that Kabuki is the theatre and dance of the avant-garde or bizarre. Then we see a stern male figure in robes, flanked by two younger women: his face is chiselled and still, their faces are mobile and smiling. The stage is set for a […]
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Rosana Cade: Walking:Holding
May 11th, 2014 by Dorothy Max PriorRosana is wearing a magenta-coloured coat, which matches my magenta-coloured skirt and tights. We laugh about this as we walk along hand-in-hand through the streets of Brighton. She asks me what I think people might suppose our relationship to be. I suggest that because we are wearing the same colour, they might think we’re members […]
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Circa 69: The New Ten Commandments
May 11th, 2014 by Lisa Wolfe‘Thou Shalt Not Kill’. It seems a clear enough rule by which to live a decent life. But when you start to unpick it, complications sneak in. So it goes through all the propositions put to us, the ‘focus group’, by Simon Wilkinson (playing some version of himself) and his ‘intern’ from Lourdes, Liyuwerk Sheway […]
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Amy and Rosana Cade: Sister
May 9th, 2014 by Dorothy Max PriorIn the words of Irving Berlin: ‘Sisters, sisters – there were never such devoted sisters’. Amy and Rosana Cade are sisters, born exactly 22 months apart in the mid 1980s. One (Amy) is tagged – or perhaps I should say self-identifies – as a sex-industry worker, the other (Rosana) as ‘a lesbian with a shaved […]
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Feral Theatre: The Invisible Giant
May 9th, 2014 by Dorothy Max PriorOn a darkened stage, we see heaps of discarded junk – black plastic bags stuffed with goodness-knows-what, cracked white plastic chairs, a Brighton & Hove Council recycling box. A constant, amplified drip-drip-drip sounds. We hear muffled sounds of scraping and digging, and four boiler-suited figures enter, wearing miner’s headlamps. They speak in a kind of […]