9.10.2004
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It wasn't a subscription thing when I posted it. Now all I can find is the first paragraph:
"If you have ever wondered what being a drama student is all about, I urge you to take in The Elephant Vanishes, Simon McBurney's co-production with Complicite and Tokyo's Setagaya Theatre, currently at the Barbican. If, however, the idea of people being very theatrical about nothing in particular fills you with utter dread, then keep away. At the press night, I was riveted to my seat with absolute horror. It was almost exactly like one of the obligatory courses that were part of my drama degree, when we would get together and spend a week or so playing music on cheese graters, lying on our backs in semi-darkness whistling, choreographing movements and repeating them in a demented fashion, singing invented songs, and finally bring the whole cacophonic nonsense into what was proudly termed "a devised piece". It was then shown to a profoundly unimpressed audience."
She went on to then complain about the tech.
Regarding Murakami, whom she hadn't read, "Checkov he ain't" She kvetched about the lack of plot and quipped, "Do we care? We do not." Scathing darling. Oh!
Finally the bit about orientalism and some self-congratulatory comment on how she chatted with an Asian guy there and didn't assume he was Japanese.
Double Grrrr because Bugmenot doesn't work on this site.
"If you have ever wondered what being a drama student is all about, I urge you to take in The Elephant Vanishes, Simon McBurney's co-production with Complicite and Tokyo's Setagaya Theatre, currently at the Barbican. If, however, the idea of people being very theatrical about nothing in particular fills you with utter dread, then keep away. At the press night, I was riveted to my seat with absolute horror. It was almost exactly like one of the obligatory courses that were part of my drama degree, when we would get together and spend a week or so playing music on cheese graters, lying on our backs in semi-darkness whistling, choreographing movements and repeating them in a demented fashion, singing invented songs, and finally bring the whole cacophonic nonsense into what was proudly termed "a devised piece". It was then shown to a profoundly unimpressed audience."
She went on to then complain about the tech.
Regarding Murakami, whom she hadn't read, "Checkov he ain't" She kvetched about the lack of plot and quipped, "Do we care? We do not." Scathing darling. Oh!
Finally the bit about orientalism and some self-congratulatory comment on how she chatted with an Asian guy there and didn't assume he was Japanese.
Double Grrrr because Bugmenot doesn't work on this site.
