We Caliban: Shobana Jeyasingh’s sideways look at The Tempest
A work that both fascinates and confuses, and that shows Caliban, danced strikingly by Raúl Reinoso Acanda, from a very different perspective.
A work that both fascinates and confuses, and that shows Caliban, danced strikingly by Raúl Reinoso Acanda, from a very different perspective.
David Dawson’s Four Last Songs: sleek, extremely physical and emotional… Poetry in motion, it is utterly, utterly gorgeous.
As entertainment, Like Water for Chocolate succeeds. It is a rich, magical, exotic tragedy. But in terms of substance, it remains at the surface.
Drew McOnie really has also got a good thing going with this new programme to nurture the next generation of musical theatre choreographers.
All seventeen dancers were outstanding throughout, never dropping their attention to detail, bringing intense emotion to their dancing.
The story revolves around a woman trying to buy a coffee, and the barista not understanding what she wanted.
Picasso bent women with a brush. Holbein crushed ambassadors with a skull. Cherkaoui piles his house with dancers, books, frames, bones.
The quality of the dancing was excellent, with the men out-performing the women in cleanness of lines, and wonderfully precise syncopation
From the outset the piece establishes a dissonant texture, as if pulling the audience into the fissure of a dream
An hour of monologue, interspersed with freestyle dance routines but does feel like a set of unconnected routines rather than a single dance work.
The mesmeric, swooping, sweeping beauty of a murmuration in the soft light of sunset is reduced to that of automatons