A vivid, colourful and imaginative night was sketched by memories, shadows and…boxes! How is that possible? Well, that is Resolution.
Elisha Hamilton draws a foggy forest made of carton boxes and unveils RETALE, a noisy youth-worshipping piece that teeters between humour and visual arts. Horns, passengers’ steps, buses and chattering mold a theatrical and playful attitude which is embodied by runs and pauses, sudden changes of direction and gentle yet sharp gestures. The whole scenery is gradually transformed into a real-life fairy-tale where boxes walk and a tree-high carton tower waves wherever the wind blows. Erratic movement patterns lead to a lyrical duet, whilst the boxes are being re-arranged only to collapse again. The parallel-action choreography keeps an unstructured framework which poetically mirrors our everyday lives.
Bedtime Stories change the atmosphere and incite us to travel through a reflective diary full of memories and emotions. Natalie Sloth Richter choreographs a four-all-female cast moving smoothly in front of a red font. They stretch out and extend their arms in different directions. Suspension and gentle falls, rolls and recovery create a windy pulse to the words “I want to remember when I can’t, I am afraid”. A lullaby-like original sound score by CERAA and Luke York accompanies this pleasurable yarn. Yet, it could be more kinetically developed and open its introverted diary more generously to the audience.
The performers of Comrades in the Dark put their feet down -metaphorically and literally- and re-energise the whole theatre. LCDance successfully transfer our thoughts to the hunger strikes of Irish republicans in 1981 and paradoxically, leave me with an optimistic taste. An all-male cast of ten move to military Irish-influenced music and emerge from their prison cells contracting and rippling through their naked upper bodies. They open their mouths violently with their hands, reminding me vividly of Munch’s Scream. Firing squad patterns explode electricity while we hear their heavy breaths. Everything screams heroism and I keep murmuring the rhythm.
Asteropi Tia Chatzinikola