"Particular passages were the white male performer made an alphabetised recount of racial slurs, or where a female performer attempts to put a positive spin on sexual assault, stood out as unseemly highlights." Nick Morlet reviews
The ballet feels like Don Quixote's plangent descent towards retirement; gracious but slightly mad. But with fading out, the colours shine more brightly, and he revels in a final flood of dancing. Harry Peter Sanderson reviews.
The vulnerability in CJ’s material about his childhood in India, to the downward spiral brought about by his divorce, could at times transcend the boundaries of age and cultural backgrounds. Sophie Minissale reviews.
I will never take a selfie at any place that has the words “Murdered Jews” in its name, at least not in such close succession. As to the fact that other people do? Well, I’m not sure how to feel. James Brooks Reflects.
Ito’s appeal lies in profound concepts and recurring subject matter. These foundational aspects of his work form a signature style that never fails to sew deep rooted feelings of intrigue and dread. Skye Newton writes.