Filler 13

Oops, it's been a while. Not that anything very interesting has been going on. Or if it has, I'm not telling you ;)

Monday was the last swinging of the year. Tuesday the last bouncing. Wednesday was The Return of the King and Deborah Colker's Rota, and tonight, because I enjoyed it so, was Rota again. You have to take these opportunities while you can: Return of the King (not that I'd be in a particular hurry to see it again if I wasn't already committed to doing so, on the 27th, with my sister and her boyfriend and my father and his boyfriend (and someone else who is nobody's boyfriend as far as I know)) will be around forever (indeed, just viewing it once takes nearly that long), but Deborah may not be back in the UK until who-knows-when.

This is the second show by "the Brazilian Spitfire" in less than a week. On Saturday, after the circus event, we saw 4 Por 4, the second half of which was one of the most nerve-wracking dances I've ever seen: 17 dancers flung themselves around with apparently-reckless gymnastic abandon, teasingly toying with disaster, on a stage covered with a tight grid of delicate porcelain vases and, later, wires. Astonishing and terrifying.

The dance elite seem a bit sniffy about Colker's vibrant and exciting choreography -- too vulgar, too crowd-pleasing -- but fuck 'em, this is fabulous, life-enhancing stuff, a joyous, physical hymn to the miracle of the human body. That's what dance should be (even grim and depressing dance): solid but sublime, something that makes you glad to be alive.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm a ponce. Sue me.
Posted by matt at December 19, 2003 01:00 AM