Dudendance, This Side of Paradise
Apocalypso! Our culture is awash with images of violence, destruction, despair and degradation. 24-hour news coverage beamed from war-torn countries, TV documentaries exposing the use of torture, gory and sadistic films, shoot-em-up video games. Almost daily we encounter yet another dystopia, another vision of apocalypse – the end is nigh, it seems. The end is never-ending.
How do we process these images? How do we assimilate and evaluate them? Dudendance’s This Side of Paradise grasps the conundrum by the short and curlies and beats out an answer with a cleverly manipulated use of site, intriguing imagery, and engaging physical performance.
We are first invited into a chamber of horrors that is all the more desolate for the fact that it is daylight lit – the Autopsy Room, a high-ceilinged space with a dust-smeared glass roof, cracked tiles, deep sinks, a cupboard full of ominous looking tools and medicinal bottles, and a big pulley hanging above. (‘Maximum load one tonne.’) As is often the way with truly site-specific theatre, it is hard to tell what is found object and what has been placed as ‘set’ or ‘prop’. There’s a pile of mattress stuffing and rags on the floor that seems to be moving, a hospital gurney that has what might be a human figure on it, and an ape-like man with clenched knuckles chained to the wall, dragging himself to and fro. He wears ripped and torn joggers, patched together with gaffer tape, and a skewed balaclava that reveals just one eye.
A melancholy usher, also wearing a balaclava, escorts us into the neighbouring Demonstration Room, which by contrast is in almost- darkness. This room is occupied by a number of writhing figures, stuffed in strange ways so that they seem more puppet than human figure – horrible deformations of the human form that are headless or spineless or abnormally long-bodied. Mutants! The ape-man and another one-eyed figure seem to be the ‘guards’, manipulating and tormenting the other figures. Just when it reaches a point in the show where the point seems to have been made, enough already, a shift occurs. With the introduction of kitsch lounge music and vocalised ‘pows’ and ‘kerrangs’, the world witnessed slips into cartoon violence, humour releasing the tension that has been held taut. Ape-man morphs into a ludicrous club-armed creature rampaging round the space, others wield tacky cardboard weapons and toy guns. We’ve moved from nightmare terror to Hallowe’en party horror.
This Side of Paradise uses its chosen site very carefully and beautifully (if I can use that word of something exploring the opposite of beauty). The opening and shutting of doors that allow in a limited ration of light in the main (second) space; the movement of the performers through the spaces; the careful integration of the found objects/physical aspects of the site into the dramaturgy of the piece. The choreography is fluid, precise, meaningful – I particularly like the puppeteer-puppet dynamic explored between the various pairings of performers.
It’s a dark subject, but there is humour for those happy to find the dark side of life amusing – and those who are this way inclined might spot some of the many passing references to video gaming, comic book and film characters – from the shadowy Nosferatu to the lurching zombies of Resident Evil, via Batman and The Hulk.
Made by Scottish company Dudendance (Paul Rous and Clea Wallis), in collaboration with artists from Campinas, Brazil and a group of young Scottish performers were trained in residence in Brazil and with Dudendance in Scotland. Paul Rous (the ape-man cum club-armed monster) is, as always, a mighty physical presence on stage. The rest of the team work well together, and it is all very ably directed by Clea Wallis. There is nothing so entertaining as other people’s misery.

Go to Summerhall Link
http://festival.summerhall.co.uk/event/this-side-of-paradise/

Broadway Baby ****

BROADWAY BABY REVIEW

Paradise Found

Broadway Baby Rating:
The performance began in a small room to the side of the theatre space. This room is a former abattoir and meat hooks, veterinary equipment, a dissection table and intriguing cabinets have been left in the former Edinburgh University Veterinary School building that is now the Summerhall venue. To add to the unnerving strangeness the audience was beckoned into the room by a faceless man, clad in black and wearing a concealing balaclava. On the floor was a heap of white foam with what appeared to be a human in a white body sock lying underneath. This convulsing and pulsating white body could represent purity and goodness, but it definitely conveyed mystery and tension.As the audience absorbed this peculiar scene, we were beckoned into the theatre space to take our seats, relieving some of the tension and allowing us to draw breath and consider what would happen next. The theatre was dark and a muffled motor sound pulsed around the room. This eerie soundtrack heightened the intensity and added to the bizarreness that ensued. On the floor of the stage further black clad bodies were present, awkwardly moving and curiously interacting with one another as if they were coming to terms with their environment and their bodies.
At around fifteen minutes into 'This Side Of Paradise' we see our first human face as one of the performers removes his black balaclava. Unfortunately this shatters some of the mystery. The bodies were augmented with body suits that distorted their anatomy and the performers movement had had more in common with deranged robotics, but now we have our first glimpse of reality. During this moment the soundtrack also stopped and the pace of the performance changes. 1970's funk and soul music bursts from the speakers, further breaking the illusion that we were in a dark fantasy and giving the performance a grounding in place and time that initially went against the grain of the unsettling piece. However, as the funk blared out and the performers made use of props to develop their characters, the juxtaposition of music and physicality blended together to create an enjoyable and finely crafted example of physical theatre that his hard to peg down.
The performance ends in the side room, where we see the white convulsing body on the dissection table. This time the body is motionless, that is until the face is revealed. We see a woman who has searching eyes that scream for help. One of the black clad men held medical instruments and began to conduct his own experiments on the woman's face. The stage doors are then opened and the audience is beckoned to leave. An ambiguous ending to an ambiguous performance.
Reviewer:
Steven Fraser
Steven Fraser has written 30 reviews for Broadway Baby since joining the team in 2013.