When John Moran rolls a show into town, you feel kind of culturally compelled to check it out.
One-time protégée of Philip Glass, this American composer has worked with the likes of Uma Thurman and Iggy Pop over the years (ha! you don’t often get to lump those two together), but seems to have found a whole new muse in the astoundingly precise movements of dancer Saori Tsukada. Yep, she’s the Saori of this show’s birthday fame, and her interpretation of his layered, at times head-explodingly repititous soundtrack is close to flawless.
So what’s it all about? You know, the fulitity of human existence, pain, abandoment, that sort of stuff. Never been done before, right? OK, but maybe it’s never been done quite like this. Leave all expectations of a coherent narrative at the door, and don’t go if you’re feeling fragile, and especially not if it’s your birthday, because this ain’t the kind of party where they serve you rice-krispie buns and play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. Otherwise, see it, hear it, tell me what you think.