A person (male body, female presence) enters the space with a suitcase. Clothes are laid out ceremoniously – a white silk kimono, a pink satin dress, a tasteful 1920s style blue sequinned number. A sweet little black velvet hat goes on: the performer now seems most definitely gendered as female. A mid-2oth century push button […]
Writings
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Rosy Carrick: Passionate Machine
August 17th, 2018 by Dorothy Max PriorTime travel! Yeah yeah yeah. Sci fi. Hang on, just think about it. That note on the fridge: Buy Milk. It’s an instruction from a past self, time travelling into your present reality. And when you fell asleep last night and slept a straight eight hours – isn’t this a kind of suspended animation, allowing […]
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Natalie Palamides: Nate
August 16th, 2018 by Matt RudkinSometimes I review shows that aren’t really my kind of thing but are seemingly very good at the thing they do and other people seem to get a lot from them. Then I have to try to be honest about my own experience whilst acknowledging the clear quality of the work. This intelligent clown show […]
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The Cutlery Crew: Coccinellidae
August 16th, 2018 by Matt RudkinMy preferred search engine informs me that Coccinellidae is the proper (Latin) term for the family of beetles commonly referred to as Ladybirds. The relevance of this to the show is unclear to me, except for the fact the performer ends up dressed as one. When I first saw the title I suspected this would be […]
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Recirquel: My Land
August 15th, 2018 by Dorothy Max PriorThe light is dim (an amber glow), the stage is empty, and seemingly bare – but no, the floor is strewn with sand. We are in a desert. We are in the land of the archetypal. We see one young woman, and a group of men – shadowy hooded figures. Nomads, ancestors? Who she is […]