Posted 12 July 2009 - 03:26 PM
I'm back and alive - just! The press reviews I've read put it pretty well: it's a great thrill fest, and the final segment is the most unsettling experience I've ever paid good money to endure voluntarily. At one point I ran for my life as fast as my middle-aged legs could carry me. But the lasting impact of the event lies in the first part leading up to, and including, the showing of that remarkable documentary in the middle.
I regret two things about it: 1) the linear nature of the experience (there is no chance of missing anything, and no random avenues until the very end of this one-way tour) and 2) the lack of actors. It Felt Like a Kiss is a film-driven installation, not a theatrical show, and how I longed for a spot of Maxine Doyle's wonderful choreography. I also missed having to wear one of those creepy Punchdrunk masks, although I know Michael Coveney wouldn't agree with me about that.
All in all I loved it, but it's a long way behind the majestic Faust (although as a visceral experience I probably preferred it to The Masque of the Red Death).
Impossible to do the thing justice in under 2 hours, by the way. We took 2½.
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With the ancient is wisdom; and in length of days understanding.