CHRISTIE TAYLOR

RrrrrrrrKILLKILLKILL . . . to infinity (MAKE IT LOOK REAL)

Irish Modern Dance Theatre
Project Cube

9th December 2005

 

 

 

 

Life is a series of chances, IMDT's RrrrrrrrKILLKILLKILL . . . to infinity (MAKE IT LOOK REAL) says, where some are taken and others missed.

This dance compellingly examines our predicament as if turning the mind inside out until emotions, decisions, ego, id and memory tumble out. Like dancers who step back when they are told to go forward, or a movement executed in darkness, things are rarely perfectly placed. Encounters happen at once, happen when they're not supposed to, and sometimes don't happen at all.

A fascination with randomness and choice seems to drive choreographer Chris Yon forward, and performers Jeanine Durning, Taryn Griggs, John Scott go right along with him.

RrrrrrrrKILLKILLKILL starts with three high-energy performers moving as if in a nightclub, where their actions are purposeful and they're having a good time. The mood turns contemplative when Scott asserts himself, loudly, and is held back by Durning and Griggs. Like an ego without its id, they are not sure quite what to do. Conjecture takes over, and Griggs asks us to imagine the space we're sitting in 60 years into the future. It's a head trip thinking of what might and might not exist then. As if skipping ahead to the future, then diving back to the past, the dancing livens, calms down, then settles into uncertainty. In RrrrrrrrKILLKILLKILL, the only constant is change.

The actual movement matters less than the dance's concept and narrative, which is augmented by performer Sebastiao M Kamalandua, who sits in a corner putting pieces of bread into a toaster, stacking them like a tower. Kamalandua handles the toast as if it were the most important thing in the world, and as the dancers clinch their fists, struggle, leave the stage and dance again, Kamalandua continues to stack. Routine and discipline matter, and such predictability gives a welcome sense of order to an otherwise beautiful mess.

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