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I have seen Henry V performed in a barn. I have seen it staged by high schoolers dressed as Minions. I have even seen it done entirely in mime (don’t ask). But nothing,nothing,prepared me for the theatrical punishment dealt by the Screaming Badger’s latest attempt. To call it a misfire would be generous. This was … Read more
I Woke Up and It Was Still Happening There’s a fine line between “visionary reinterpretation” and “group therapy session gone off the rails,” and the Fitzrovia Theatre’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream pole-vaulted over that line and landed in a steaming puddle of theatrical delusion. Let’s be clear: I did not attend this play so much … Read more
An Operatic Farce in Twelve Tiresome Acts It takes a certain kind of genius,or perhaps sadistic persistence,to make a gallery-goer question not only the validity of art, but the very function of their own senses. Clarc Dendrite’s Gristle of the Spirit achieves this rare feat. Not since Sacha Hohn created his armpit works have I … Read more
Review of Mucosal Rapture: A Multimedia Excavation of Internal Landscapes Let me begin by saying I have experienced a lot of art in my time: the sublime, the confounding, the moving, and the outright fraudulent. Rarely, though, does a show actively fight back. Torbin von Eel’s latest atrocity, Mucosal Rapture, doesn’t just blur the line … Read more
“A Stunning Exploration of Absolutely Nothing” An exhibition by the visionary choreo-sculpturalist Glinté Pavlova at The Wilhelm Centre for Emergent Visualities I came to The Calcium of Dreams with an open heart, a functioning brain, and a decent pair of shoes. I left it emotionally concussed, intellectually bludgeoned, and deeply suspicious of mollusks. This show, … Read more
There are moments in the theatre when time seems to stop,when you’re so enraptured by the performances that you forget to breathe. This was not one of those moments. Time not only didn’t stop,it seemed to drag itself across the floor of the Mayfair Theatre like a wounded French horseman begging for the sweet release … Read more
at The Notting Hill Centre for Artistry It is rare to attend an art exhibition and leave feeling like you’ve been mugged,not physically, but conceptually. Emotionally. Spiritually. Robbed of time, patience, and your basic understanding of what constitutes “art” versus, say, laundry nailed to a wall. And yet, here we are. Turgid Bloom: A Fertile … Read more