The scene is set as the audience sit around the stage in a way that transforms the Robin Howard into a circus style venue. The atmosphere is relaxed and intimate. The colourful flags and smoke make us feel that we are already entering an unfamiliar world. The show begins with Greig Cooke enticing us in with his theatrical swirly movements.
The characters being presented by the pristine cast are all coherent and very well embodied. However to my dismay their relationships to each other and who they are in the piece is up to us to decide. For the first twenty minutes I felt myself trying to create a story with each of the vignettes and characters presented, but I had to give up, as there was no point. I needed to take each scene as it was given. A feast full of ideas, colours and emotions wrapped up in a dark theatrical blanket.
As expected the production of the show was seamless and I realised that there is a fine line between not knowing what to expect, and still expecting a lot. The line up of performers was to die for and the reputation of Mark Bruce is unquestionable so to be fair the show had to be good. Right?
The dancers wined and dined us into a world that I wanted to be in. I wish there had been no seats in the theatre so that I could literally sit on the stage with the performers, experiencing all that they were experiencing, but I couldn't. The formal setting of a theatre takes over, something we generally want, but this time I longed for nothing more than to be another civilian in this crazy world of Bruce.