- Emma Lennox
- 21 August 2008
This article is from 2008.
Non-gratuitous meanderings for art’s sake
Don’t worry, there is no gratuitous nudity in Nude, just two actors flexing and posing their naked bodies in close proximity to the front row. But it’s all done in the name of art, and the context of a life drawing class, in which the reluctant audience are its students. The flamboyant art teacher of indistinct origin takes no time to tell the punters to ‘sit down and shut up!’ and we prepare for the social awkwardness of staring at a stranger’s penis for the next hour.
Like Peep Show, Nude features the internal monologues of its characters (pre-recordings rather than theatrical soliloquies), and their thoughts, with perfectly timed facial musing, meander down some arbitrary paths. What is the name of the girl in ‘My Girl’? What does Kelis’ ‘Milkshake’ song mean? Even the most banal thoughts, however, are charged with excruciating, embarrassed hilarity which may be too much for the prudish. The resolution is audacious as it is cringeworthy, but makes for a strangely uplifting climax.
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