New York manufacturer of fine dance apparel for women and girls.
Click here to see a sample of our products and a
list of web sites for purchasing.
With Body Wrappers it's always performance at its best.
Go back to Flash Reviews
Flash Review 3, 5-22: Stone Mush
"Afrofuturistic" at the Kitchen
By Anne Zuerner
Copyright 2003 Anne Zuerner
NEW YORK -- In a valiant
attempt to match many outstanding talents in an all-encompassing,
multi-media production (the Kitchen's "major" production for 2003),
"Afrofuturistic," seen Saturday, embraced so much that it could
hold on to nothing. Despite the presence of such shining stars as
Tracie Morris (poet), David Thomson (dancer/choreographer), and
Graham Haynes (composer), "Afrofuturistic" went nowhere and communicated
very little. I could tell the text was thick with meaning, I could
feel Thomson's energy brimming beneath his cool facade, yet none
of these redeeming qualities could manage to reach the audience.
Both Morris and Thomson
have unforgettable voices, so rich and incredibly expressive, but
while speaking a text so dense with allusions, no voice could help
the viewer follow along from one stanza to the next. A character
named Sirena kept popping up and having sexual encounters, something
about dystopia whizzed by, the costumes made cliche references to
futuristic fashion, the music was reminiscent of the theme from
"2001: A Space Odyssey," yet other than that, it was hard to latch
onto anything. It all slipped by inconspicuously: distinct, yet
incommunicative, like a foreign language. Even the performers seemed
bored and unable to connect. Energy was low, almost sleepy.
Although I admire David
Thomson's dancing, I could not figure out his connection to the
text, as it unfurled from Morris's lips. At times he appeared to
be some sort of sidekick, following Morris, supporting her, responding
to her, vocally and physically. Other times he seemed to perform
choreography from an entirely different piece, but for some science
fiction reason, his hologram appeared on the kitchen stage.
Each component would
have breathed easier on its own. As a collaboration, the connection
between the elements seemed contrived, as if the performers themselves
did not know what to make of all the layers, smothering each other.
The text would be better read, than heard spoken, allowing the reader
time to anchor herself and dissect meaning. Hearing the text for
"Afrofuturistic" spoken was a bit like seeing "The Sound and the
Fury" set as a play: unless you are a Faulkner scholar, it is totally
disorienting. All the ingredients for "Afrofuturistic" oozed potential,
but when they were stirred in the futuristic cauldron, they became
Go back to Flash Reviews