When I hear that two pieces have been “smashed together,” I make certain assumptions. If I read “conceived by” or “created by the ensemble,” I expect a piece so thoroughly picked apart and put back together, it barely recognizes the original source material. At the
Suggestions of timeless spaces, Miss-Julie-ish rage, and as I knew from the program, taking up issues of sexual violence.
“Nothing happening,” I wrote in a heavy slant down the page, “but I can’t look away.”
Wilson says to the container, “Well fuck you,” then to us, “Get ready to run if this explodes, I guess.”
It’s difficult to write about the show you love.
Audrey Moyce responds to TOYS: A DARK FAIRY TALE at 59E59.
You could call it an exploration of the butterfly effect on a schizophrenic scale.
The bits of conversation that don’t quite work suggest a weirder reality lying under the normalcy we see, a reality which seems to bubble more and more to the surface as the day wears on.
A Blood Orange traffics in confusion, doubles, echoes and muffled voices.
Assaulted by sound. A noisescape that experientially presented embodied anxiety. Mic stand dialogue, alienating and surprisingly all the more evocative for it. Shit hanging from the ceiling. A donut that somehow is both a murder weapon and the patriarchy itself? A potato that is both
“Nostalgia” is appealing because its outlines are blurry, soft, malleable; it is easy to romanticize the past because you can pick and choose the parts of them you want to recall.
“What are we even trying to save!?”