REVIEW | BIG IN BOMBAY

 

“In the breathless progression of scenes, the sob-stuff from Bollywood stands together with Disneyland-Trash. Flashy glaring MTV-aesthetics is equated with serious CNN news, the quotation of pop-art culture is as much a matter of course as highly cultured statements. One could speak of happily-coloured eclecticism, if there wasn’t that weird fear the characters on stage seem to have. Fear of terror, environmental catastrophes and violence. Every now and then, there is an unexpected outbreak of aggression, terrorists who threaten other characters, madmen pulling out guns. At the same time, huge machines of ventilation swirl the whole scenario apart until, finally, an enormous shower butchers the dancers, as if it was a Tsunami.

In using scenarios of terror such as those, the Argentinean choreographer presently most in demand, Constanza Macras, puts an end to the culture of joy. In doing so, she managed to create a highly amusing and clear sighted collage, dealing with the global spirit of the age, covering all its cynicism: welcoming the strange, as long as it can be integrated in the urban lifestyle – such as Sushi, oriental pop or far eastern design on the one hand, the scary clash of civilizations on the other.” Wiener Zeitung, March 2005

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“BIG IN BOMBAY lives on the overkill of signs, scenes, types, and ideas. A rapid play with all what’s on the spot: Dance styles and pictures (…). The threatening calmness of the beginning quickly knocks over into activity that may be aggressiveness. Wild faked film sex on the roof, a few Indians, an aggressive show choreographer with broad grinning, violence lurking everywhere – and it is always arising as slapstick. Over and over pictures of global and private catastrophes show up: natural and human disasters. Frazzles of images, supercharging of significance: a bag on the head – Guantanamo. Scattered bodies on the floor –victims of tsunami. Somebody without limbs – Somalia, maybe. (…)

In the last eight years since she is in Berlin, Macras, together with her smorgasbord Company Dorky Park, has added her very own colour to dance theatre. Even in a field where it is mostly thought to be trapped: image production.

Just Macras’ wild eclecticism, her eagerness with her own images, her tourette-like fantasy protect her against vein poetry and pantomime lyricism which is shaping dance theatre so often. Her imaging is disrespectful, her investigation in India is not a reverential gazing of the other culture (…) also in Bombay Macras is interested only in herself, paradoxically bare of all vanity.” Theater Heute, March 2005