Lightning review:
I feel I should be supportive of dance, especially one that is choreographed by an Australian artist. But Sydney Festival’s Anatomy of an Afternoon is definitely far from enjoyable. The show starts slow and takes a LONG time to get to a point where it’s even close to enjoyable.
Now, before you critics yell out “Exegesis!” or “Human condition!”, let me clarify that I am all about artistic expression and all that. I just feel that this performance is a PhD thesis on dance that has no place in a festival that aims to bring accessible art to the masses.
Mind you, the dancer is REALLY talented and he does gets the message across… except the message is something I truly do not care to hear. Pretentious is one word to describe it. Boring is another.
If you are keen on seeing shows where the dancer prances around on stage in his undies with half his butt cheek hanging out (and I am not exaggerating here), then this show might be for you. Me? My tastes are more basal - and for me, there is nothing to see in this autopsy.
One slice out of five.
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