3 words: Smart, High-tech (yet) unimpressive.
There is a hype around this show. And I was really looking forward to it, particularly its combination of art and science. Audiences seem to be amazed at the use of technology in theatre, and indeed a standout moment here is an evocation of how the body interprets the signals it receives from the outside world. But really, if you take out all the paraphernalia, what is left here? A tame performance, some OK writing, and a girl-meets-boy story which, frankly, the world has heard before. Based on the director’s own experience of Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, the show follows one woman’s experience of chronic pain and love, and how the first complicates the second. At first, clever devices disembody the pain (and represent it through technology). For reasons that are not apparently clear, but I imagine have to do with the sense of disembodiment that accompanies extreme pain, the text is projected on the screen as it is spoken. These devices eventually wear off and make for a long, disengaging hour, or at least, it seemed to be so for the back row – the man on my left kept checking his watch, the one on the right keep nodding off. I am aware that my disappointment may come from the expectations built up around this show. But it is strange for a piece about a very evocative theme to have such banality at its heart.
– N. Barthes
Aug 22-26 , 19.30 @ Summerhall