#74 - "An expression of a futuristic dystopia?", dance review, Autobiography 05/10/17

Sadler's Wells

What an intriguing and oddly confrontational evening this is. Wayne McGregor has created 23 choreographic slices of life inspired by memory, art, music, science: a selection is chosen and ordered each night by an algorithm based on his DNA sequence. Unsurprisingly there is no through line, a solo of rubbery languor segueing (for instance) into one of jerky anguish. Prisms, part set and part lighting rig, ascend and descend while the audience is strafed by spotlights and battered by Jlin’s discordant music. Rather than an autobiography, this feels like an expression of a futuristic dystopia. McGregor’s dancers move through it with rigour and dash, but it feels like the audience is held at arm’s length.

#73 - "Explosive denouement can't arrive soon enough" - theatre review, B 04/10/17

Royal Court

The absurdist wit of Chilean playwright Guillermo Calderon’s play about protest and violence wears quickly thin. It takes the form of a showdown in a plywood room between two women who want to make a statement on behalf of the aggrieved and oppressed, and an older man who believes bombs should kill. There is amusement in the contortions the trio make to evade their nosy neighbour and identification (wearing masks, referring to explosives as “the Cow” and “the cheese”), and in their squeamishness. But the arch acting style and increasing use of fractured, declamatory speeches mean the predictably explosive denouement can’t arrive soon enough.

#72 - "Funny and sad, complicated and flawed" - theatre review, Labour of Love 04/10/17

Noel Coward Theatre

James Graham new play is clever but deliberately unsophisticated, funny and sad, complicated and flawed. It compresses 27 years in a Labour MP’s political life, plus the wider history of the party’s struggles, into a plot with overtones of farce, romance and tragedy. It deals in broad strokes and it sprawls: how could it not? Martin Freeman is the moderniser parachuted into a safe Midlands seat; Tamsin Greig (stepping in magnificently after Sarah Lancashire withdrew) his traditionalist agent. Their chemistry is impressive, their physical timing exquisite (though Freeman in his 90s wig looks distractingly like Michael Fabricant). Jeremy Herrin’s production powers through the chunks of exposition, but this impressive, ambitious work isn’t quite a winner.

#71 "I lost myself in it" - dance review, Debut, Acosta Danza 29/09/17

Sadler's Wells

What a gamut of delightful styles and moods Carlos Acosta’s Debut – his first show with his own company, Acosta Adanza – takes the audience through. The five pieces included are by turns muscular, joyful, sensual, percussive and playful. Acosta himself takes to the stage only once, for a tipsily erotic two hander choreographed by Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui and danced with the lissom and expressive Marta Ortega. But his famously exuberant athleticism lives on in his troupe of fellow humans, not least in the extraordinary Carlos Luis Blanco, whose thighs look like the neck of a flayed horse. I lost myself in it completely. A delight.

#70 - "An opportunity myth-ed" - theatre review, Boudica 27/09/17

Shakespeare's Globe

Kudos to the Globe for putting a powerful mythical/historical female British figure centre-stage – a counterblast to all those Shakespearean kings - especially in the form of the wonderful Gina McKee. Shame the play isn’t better. Tristan Bernays’ matriarchal take on Britain’s warrior queen is a cloth-eared mix of archaic and modern language, and a confused attempt to say something about women, war, and (yawn) Brexit. Eleanor Rhode’s production mostly operates on a single pitch of quivering, bellowing intensity. McKee works in some modulation and has a physical grace absent elsewhere, and the two women drummers do impressive work. Otherwise, it’s an opportunity myth-ed.

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