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at the Playhouse on Tuesday 14th March 2000
A semi-familiar actor tells us what escape velocity means. Four dancers
begin to work through twenty things to do with a balance bar. The
two narrators start on an extended piece of poetry/improvisation about
wanting to be free, having to get away, or something along those lines.
Thankfully, about at this moment, the special effects crash in. VTOL
do multimedia dance, and the energetic lighting, projector-house stage,
and floor-tearing music are critical. The production lurches up from
banal to spectacular, and, for a while, the sight of dancers writhing
against massive distorted projections of their own movements is thrilling.
However, the rambling narration is not enough to disguise the boring
choreography, and the dancing seems scrappy, and occasionally awkward,
although this might have been aiming at authenticity. Director Mark
Murphy's actual interest -- film, not dance - rapidly takes main stage,
literally, as a massive projection screen descends, hiding the dancers.
From here on the performance becomes a rather dull short film, with
breaks for dance and storytelling. The story (woman vanishes without
trace - what then?) had been written though improvisation, leaving
over-long scenes, rambling dialogue, and an exaggerated tendency for
the characters to share their feelings. The soundtrack was inevitably
filmic (often quite identifiably a cross between the soundtracks of
Crash and Paris, Texas) but when the beat speeded up the music was
easily the most exciting thing on the stage; a barrage of blinding
sound along the techno-folk divide, which left the dancers trying
to keep up. But though the ideas, music and staging were individually
exciting, the narrative which should have given structure was too
often intrusive, over-explanatory, and annoying, and instead of involving
the viewer instead damaged the story - strangely enough by communicating
its ideas just too thoroughly.
Jeremy Dennis
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