Press Club at Corner Hotel; Phantasm by Chunky Move;

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Reviewed by Marcus Teague

DANCE
Phantasm ★★★
Bogun Movement Studios Until 16 August

The title of Melanie Lane’s new show proposes a singular, independent vision. In case, however, it emerges as a large number of figures and imitations drawn from the popular cultural archives only with the most loose thematic connection.

The setting is impressive. Lane, who works with designers Eugyene, and Bosco Shaw, is building a wonderful gothic space surrounded by the haze and surrounded by solid dark walls crossed with land.

A lonely dancer falls into this lower dungeon of the mind. He bites his head from a rat, the blood passing over his chin, then the idiot and the twitch, the hands vibrates like a rope -cut rope.

Vissceral, bloody and unexpectedly a powerful opening with the promise of something: a feminine death, desire and horror bond, a dark animation. Nevertheless, very few of this intensity continue for the rest of the work.

We are going through predictable variations: Witches in exotic dancers, demonic pompom girls, gothic heroes, romantic ballerinas, brooms. Some are more interesting than others like witches hanging on the stage.

But they are all quite general images. Species or figures are legendary in a very desolate sense that they are only exposed to: infinitely adapted and exploited by the mass culture.

We rely on the movement to give these figures a new level of relevance and to provide them with the yarn that can make them a collective fantasy. This does not happen. Instead, dance usually becomes familiarity.

The costumes are challenging and often change: Witches rags, which lead to cynical cheers, then causes grip. Only mushroom colored body stocks remain steady, give a puzzling, illusion of nudity.

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In the last scene, body stock was also peeled. The environment goes into a primitive forest where women change care gestures. This means that the real legend behind others seems to be: some basic, return to pastoral feminine.

I was not convinced. This image of the natural woman seems to have been built as much as the others and over -exposed. Does Lane really think of it as a turn to the body in its purest form? Of course this is just another costume?

In the end, during the popular images of the supernatural feminine, this random tour is less convincing than Lane’s shorter works, where a clear sense of time is specially grounded.
Review Andrew Fuhrmann

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