This is one of those books of which I'm ashamed to admit I only just read it. It is, as it says on the back cover of my paperback edition, required reading for anyone working in dance or theatre.
In one of my recent papers I address the observation that scents can be disgusting, but watching dance rarely is. Stephen Fry begs to disagree, although not in response to my article.
Romeo Castellucci creates scenes and images that are pregnant with meaning yet never deliver. This is the strength of the theatre of Romeo Castellucci.
In L´Affaire Martin! Occupe-toi de Sophie! Par la fenêtre, Caroline! Le mariage de Spengler. Christine est en avance, or L’Affaire Martin! Etc. for short, René Pollesch has turned the language of postmodern philosophy into the stuff of comedy.
Towards the end of Imperium by La Fura dels Baus a half naked girl with silver body paint tried to hide behind me as another girl, also half naked, threw a bucket full of water at her. I ended up with wet trousers and a wet jacket.
I must admit that in the back of my mind I had been a bit sceptical. I wanted to see a performance by Cirque du Soleil while I was in Las Vegas and O is supposed to be their most spectacular show. And spectacular it is.
Gatz by New York based theatre company Elevator Repair Service is a magnificent performance and Scott Shepherd as the reader/Nick Carraway is phenomenal.
In Elementarteilchen, Johan Simons’ adaptation of the novel of the same title by Michel Houellebecq, the five actors mostly stand on a corrugated floor on an otherwise empty stage. The piece consists of little more than this, but this “little more” touches precisely the right tone.