I felt so safe... for about 5 seconds
It begins, and I haven't felt so profoundly safe in a long time. The harp arpeggio floats down through the audience, from somewhere in your skull, congealing players on the school hall stage. I was so at a play! Safe.
Then the director takes the spotlight, doing a dance with a lot of raw tits'n'arse sensibility! Hang on, what's really there? Who knows. Grunty expressive dance with a restrained, casual you-are-at-a-play monologue ceremonially careens along. Sluttenating (or frittering) around on the wall by the light switches and fire safety signs, while spieling on about "thanks for coming to my first Fringe event" was hilarious!
And I suddenly felt so unsafe! What the hell... A challenge. A spectre. Is it really art, or has it just hot-wired your being? In retrospect, not getting laid and edgy teenage dramas, with dancing, should not to be combined. There's a lot of will-to-become (it was a story of transformation) buzzing out of teenagers, but it got short circuited by the sexual suggestion.
Great play. So convoluted and effortless. Graceful, yet full of thumps. Real funny. The drama rocks, but I didn't really know or care who anyone was (see hot-wired). Masterful suspense. Bright future.
But for all that, I was brain scattered by the sexy dancing so I can't ascertain much. Was there enough twisty fancy talking? Did they really Shake the Speare? Oh maybe a tad. It was more a framework to depart from. Everyone acted great!
Little trouble hearing across the vast hall. Perhaps that's why it started late - a wireless mic chaos and give up? Or the players had not quite fully grown lungs, like a rooster I used to know that couldn't quite get all the way through his announcement.
I away to my next psychological smashup with glee! (not really)
This was one of the most effective plays I've been struck by. Changed my life. (not telling)
