27/02/2011 - 13/03/2011
“A humorously exuberant portrayal of the tenacity and absurdity of human existence.”
Nest is an original cross-disciplinary collaboration ingeniously mobilising a colourful array of skilled performers from the realms of dance, music/sound, theatre, object manipulation, and comedy. Nest is a constantly shifting theatrical event embracing the logical and irrational.
This anomalous ensemble of innovative performers deviously deploy a heady spectrum of skills to create and scribble over images evoking and invoking memory, desire, dreams, and death.
Navigating unexpected collisions, deciphering new physical and sonic theatrical languages, Nest is at once charming, infectious, multi-layered and elusive. Each cast member uniquely contributes to a performance resulting in original imagery, narrative tangents and sonic invention.
Innovative performance artists include:
The movement savant Kristian Larsen, he’s like; Brain’s from Thunderbirds meets the liquid metal bad guy from Terminator 2.
The object focussed visual punster John Radford, master of cardboard
The volatile tsunami dancing of Emilia Rubio, she actually CAN bring down the house
The hypnotically dense concentration of musical samurai John Bell.
On guitar the monosyllabic Paul Buckton
On electronic sonics and laptop Bonehead.
From the world of theatre Jo Smith, breaker of hearts the world over.
And the nimble minded Tahi Mapp Borren, a Jack in the Box of theatrical skill.
Oddly absorbing existential absurdity
Review by Nik Smythe 01st Mar 2011
The eight players comprise musicians, dancers and actors as well as input from visual and multimedia artists, brought together under the umbrella of Vitamin S, an improvised music and performance project: www.vitamin-s.co.nz
I gather each night has a different line-up so I cannot say for sure exactly who is who vis-à-vis the promotional blurb, save for wheelchair bound ‘Bonehead’, on ‘electronic sonics and laptop’, who appears to be a kind of lynchpin of the crew, not unlike Professor Xavier presiding over his school of gifted mutants…
The performance that follows is a twisted concoction of childish abandon, primal angst and downright lunacy. Guitars played with an egg whisk, trumpets squealed like strangled baby elephants, ladders climbed, low-hanging lightbulbs swung ominously, moves busted, relationships forged, stories told, fears expressed, confusion indulged…
Nest is a definitively right-brain experience. Any attempt to draw any form of internal logic at all, let alone any kind of structured narrative, is all but certain to fail. Yet when the desire to find comprehensible meaning is let go the eclectic octet of performers create an oddly absorbing, occasionally recognisable sense of existential absurdity.
It’s hard to tell, and ultimately irrelevant, how many synchronous moments are orchestrated and how many are created randomly as incidental by-products of 21st century living or some such. My eight and a half year old son said he liked it “but it was weird.” A bit like life no?
This review kindly supported by The James Wallace Arts Trust http://www.wallaceartstrust.org.nz/
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