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The Red Shoes

PostPosted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 10:33 am
by Barry
December 3rd 2016, The Lowry.

Heck it's been a few weeks since I have had a good theatrical feast, but I am just back from Matthew Bourne's new ballet, The Red Shoes. I went expecting numerous, easy dance parodies, very fluid sexuality, bum jokes, a haughty ice queen, meta theatricality, ravishingly lit scenic imagery, dance within dance, a lot of camp, a lot of a dancer's lot, someone with an animal head, great music, sexy chic costumes, naked torsos, and taut storytelling - and yes, we got all that, and none of which is a bad thing (and lord knows, themes repeat and repeat and repeat in my films, We all have our own language), but this was truly sophisticated in every department - the star, I confess, was Lez Brotherson's extraordinarily complex, detailed but fluid design. Gorgeous. Epic. A great, if rather short evening - short only in that I didn't want it to end. We got to the train all too quickly. All this and good company, a Bernard Herrmann score, and Edwina Currie - don't ask.,