Asides

Circus: Dance or not?

When I requested tickets for Circusfest 2014 at London’s Roundhouse, I was working on the basis that I’d reviewed some circus in the Mime Festival earlier in the year, and though not strictly dance, circus seems physical and choreographed enough that it might just fit in…

In my opinion, circus is just on the brink of dance, basically depending on where you draw the line. I’m pretty anti-discrimination on all counts, which (perhaps ridiculously) extends to my views on performing arts. To some extent, I feel that categorising art forms is a bit like segregating groups of people based on personal prejudices… so here’s a review about the circus (made particularly enjoyable by the free drink coupon press receive).

Compagnie La Meute © Ben Hopper
Compagnie La Meute © Ben Hopper

Circusfest 2014: Compagnie La Meute at The Roundhouse

From the moment the first man emerges wearing nothing but a towel nappy, to the moment their towels drop to reveal their derrières, Compagnie La Meute are playful, funny and completely absurd. Recent graduates of the Stockholm University of Circus and Dance, these French acrobats give us La Meute, the opening show of Circusfest 2014 at London’s Roundhouse. Littered with idosyncratic humour, this exhilarating show from Compagnie La Meute will have you on the edge of your seat and simultaneously laughing out loud.

Click on the link in the title to read my full review on Bachtrack.

Cloud Gate’s contemporary pastiche of traditional religious practice

Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan
Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan

A lone voice rings out in an ancient Taiwanese ritual chant, Greeting the Gods, as a businessman carries an oversized briefcase past a pool full of lotus blooms. A circle of white-clad Celebrants sit with backs poker-straight and whip bamboo sticks against the floor while a female Shaman dances herself into an ecstatic frenzy. She looks almost unearthly, dressed in red with snowy skin and flowers in her long black hair, as she calls the Sun God, who descends wearing only an elaborate mask and a golden G-string. A raw, animalistic battle ensues between this formidable pair as the celebrants look on, with the Sun God eventually overpowering her in a series of quasi-sexual poses. The human celebrants follow suit and give way to the base demands of the flesh. Sacred ceremony is overcome by sex as as they strip off their white robes and quickly descend into a heaving, tangled morass of nearly-nude bodies…

Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan’s Nine Songs 

Initially, found this piece quite difficult to engage with. I have a strong personal connection to and academic interest in tradition, ritual and religion in Asia. As Nine Songs got underway, I felt strongly that I held a very different level of knowledge about the subject matter Lin Hwai-Min addresses in the piece in comparison to the majority of the Sadler’s Wells audience on Friday night.

What I found most difficult about Nine Songs was the generalising way it seemed to treat Asian folk religion across the board. The accompaniment was a set of mainly religious songs or chants from various different cultural sources, which served to group a whole range of completely different civilisations as one, simply because they’re all “Asian”.  In fairness, the source material – an ancient cycle of poems, also called Nine Songs – tells of how the Gods lead all the gullible humans astray. So I can see where the slightly critical standpoint springs from, and Lin is true to his source. However, the moments in which a reductionist version of traditional ritual is served up to a Western audience put forward a simplified version of Eastern religion to a largely unwitting audience.

It felt a little too close to the fascination with the Orientalist “other” in which an audience is desperate to consume the “culture” because it’s different, exotic. I hate to think about the proportion of British Theatre-going public (what some might consider a group somewhat more educated than your average crowd) who would take away some stereotypical view of what it means to come from a background still pervaded by folk religion as many modern Koreans do (there, I said it) or practice an religion unfamiliar to the British public, like Buddhism.

Perhaps it best not to think about it, and just enjoy the dancing and beautiful designs… That’s exactly what I said to myself in the interval. I pulled myself around, and enjoyed the second half a lot more than the first. The river of lights honouring the dead in the final scene was utterly heartbreaking – it really brought home how strong a group of individuals can be when they work together, rather than relying on the power of the almighty gods… So Lin had a fair point really.

Follow the link in the title to read my full review.

A Writer’s Lot, Edinburgh Fringe

521702_559588627397427_1121314753_nA Writer’s Lot, Edinburgh Fringe

I am one of fifteen members of a new theatre company called IntwoTheWings. We came together to tour performances of a brilliant new play, A Writer’s Lot.

A Writer’s Lot is about a playwright, William, who is obsessed by death and writing about death, and must deal with his psychosis.

A Writer’s Lot was performed at the Village Centre in Englefield Green, Surrey, in June and at the Windsor Firestation in July. Our primary focus though, was performing this enthralling play at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, 2013. We had a run of 14 shows at The Space at Surgeon’s Hall, which is very close to Edinburgh’s Royal Mile, where we did a huge amount of campaigning. It was a truly memorable experience, and possibly the best three weeks of my entire year.