Sunday 14 October 2012

FINDING NEVERLAND

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Went the Curve with the Mother last Friday, for a theatre show full of normally cringe amount of songs.
I’ve got the deepest love for Peter Pan, one of the few things I’m ever able to lose myself in. Massively relevant to both context and research in terms of story, audience, cognitive development, education and whatever else makes it sound that I took the night of doing uni work and went to see massive pirate ships and smoke and mermaids and pirates and crocodiles and a dog that’s a nanny !

Was so good. The back of the theatre, and the way the show had been put together was unfathomably good. There must have been less than 10 physical props, including a vintage chitty chitty bang bang type car, a pretty impressive sized pirate ship, some benches light fixtures and a wall. The rest was purely done on light projection. Something I remember reading about, or something similarly related, in one of last years context essays. Made me think about film folk and the potential for their context.

The whole thing was such a flawlessly contemporary feel to it, a mixture of 3 dimensional physical props and 2 dimensional light projections. It had an amazing affect on the audience and added a pretty fucking magical twinge to the whole thing. There was 3 screens around the stage (I’m used to weird plywood paintings and blokes dressed up as geese or fat tranny mother goose women) that were blank. Different images, such as Victorian décor, or the skies, or buildings to give an image of driving through the city were splashed upon them. Worked so well, everything was proportionally immaculate.
There times where the back was used to add depth, shadow projections were painted across them, little mind tricks and oddities, giving the illusion of armies, or flight or whatever needed to be put across.

I fully adore peter pan, that play, and overall have always been into the idea of growing up in a certain way. James M Barrie’s a ruddy hero. The way he concocted and entwined together the happenings of his life to immortalise a seemingly imperfect but altogether ‘time of yer life’ set of happenings is something I spend hours re reading re watching and trying to immerse myself in.



if third year wasnt crippling me, there'd be illustrations galore of this.

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