International Writers Magazine:Rosie
Kay Dance Company presents
Every step added to
the audiences apprehension of the climatic sex scene we all expected,
but could never have predicted. This is the first play I have seen that
has conquered the space between the audience and the stage so successfully.
Like a continual reel of film, the performers only took off their hypothetical
masks for the closing ovation, were we are forced to remember that we
are simply spectators to this devised masterpiece. In effect, this play
is so post-modern; its in a dramatic persuasion of its own.
landing right in the middle of an age obsession with chaos and scandal,
soon to be dramatic legend Rosie Kay has hurled at us a play that
cannot be silenced. A fantastically shambolic orgy of improvisation
and outstanding theatrical composition, I can honestly say I didnt
Based on a poem
of the same name by Joseph Mancure March, the original dialogue
very much took a backseat to the mesmerizing movement of the actors.
To the seductive rhythm of the onstage jazz band the performers
entangled themselves in a frenzied mess of ground breaking choreography
(devised by Kay) that epitomised sexual tension, jealousy and betrayal
Watching this was like spending an hour and a half in the Rocky Horror
mansion with the cast of Skins. We got drunk with them, suffered the consequences
by their side and left sashaying around the lampposts of Portsmouth. And
wed only had a coke.
© Tiffany Lee October 2007
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