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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