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The Pulverised
A Review
A Review
90 Minutes of crushing theatre, lifted by wry humour and a touch of the poetic. For it to work "like clockwork" it needed robotic, mechanical precision from the actors and, with bold choreography, they've nailed it, down to a fine art.. The set offers a multisensory experience in a forceful, but not pleasurable way. The ebb and flow of disturbing sounds - hard to place - invisible as the people themselves. Were there faintly acrid smells? Or was that my imagination? As an audience, we are forced to face what is happening, to accept our personal involvement in the process.The ugly truths of globalisation are right there,. inside our cosy product-heavy homes, inside our computers. When writing this, I can't avoid thinking of the human suffering involved in its assembly.
This is a play of persuasive polemic, imbued with perfect timing. I felt as if the small dull grey stones, reminiscent of those you find on graves in graveyards, clung accusingly to my city clothes. And the message is not lost in translation. Excellent ensemble acting, fast-paced, memorable monologues. In spite of those affectionately humourous touches, temporarily lightening the mood, the relentless, pointless, loveless, lifeless routines of desperate people prevailed. In this collection of linked life stories, of worker ants like fluttering moths around the globe, there are no winners. I left, feeling a cold air blow. Shattered.
This is a play of persuasive polemic, imbued with perfect timing. I felt as if the small dull grey stones, reminiscent of those you find on graves in graveyards, clung accusingly to my city clothes. And the message is not lost in translation. Excellent ensemble acting, fast-paced, memorable monologues. In spite of those affectionately humourous touches, temporarily lightening the mood, the relentless, pointless, loveless, lifeless routines of desperate people prevailed. In this collection of linked life stories, of worker ants like fluttering moths around the globe, there are no winners. I left, feeling a cold air blow. Shattered.
Arcola Theatre
24 Ashwin Street, Dalston, London E8 3DL
The Pulverised
Until 27/05/2017
Monday - Saturday at 8pm. Saturday matinees at 3.30pm. No performances Sunday.
24 Ashwin Street, Dalston, London E8 3DL
The Pulverised
Until 27/05/2017
Monday - Saturday at 8pm. Saturday matinees at 3.30pm. No performances Sunday.
The Pulverised
A Review
90 Minutes of crushing theatre, lifted by wry humour and a touch of the poetic. For it to work "like clockwork" it needed robotic, mechanical precision from the actors and, with bold choreography, they've nailed it, down to a fine art.. The set offers a multisensory experience in a forceful, but not pleasurable way. The ebb and flow of disturbing sounds - hard to place - invisible as the people themselves. Were there faintly acrid smells? Or was that my imagination? As an audience, we are forced to face what is happening, to accept our personal involvement in the process.The ugly truths of globalisation are right there,. inside our cosy product-heavy homes, inside our computers. When writing this, I can't avoid thinking of the human suffering involved in its assembly.
Arcola Theatre
24 Ashwin Street, Dalston, London E8 3DL
The Pulverised
Until 27/05/2017
Monday - Saturday at 8pm. Saturday matinees at 3.30pm. No performances Sunday.