• 14 August 2006

This article is from 2006.

It’s difficult to comment on this show because there’s not much in it that resembles a work of theatre.

Most of it is played out in near blackout, with a she/it robot covered in little neon lights stumbling around, accompanied by howling electronic music. Occasionally the robot is joined by a man wearing a neon light-streaked, furry tent and a bass guitar round his neck.

I’ve a nagging feeling this must mean something but as for characterisation and narrative, I couldn’t find any, and I peered hard through the gloom. It doesn’t help that the man’s dialogue makes no sense and the robot only squeaks, and not in a meaningful way.

When the power went out it was either the lights on the robot’s outfit blowing fuses somewhere or the collective power of prayer from the audience.

One reviewer calls this a ‘dreadful crime against theatre’. No argument there. (Alistair Rutherford)

Underbelly, until 27 Aug (not 14), 10.10pm

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