Land’s End

In the sepulchral gloom of the Municipal Market Berlin created a landscape littered with mechanical clues that had the audience fascinated until we were called to the performance arena. And there my fascination stopped. Maybe it was just me, but I found it difficult to keep up with the rapid fire subtitles, not always very well translated, that flew above the heads of the televisual and real performers. Crime thriller, history, politics, all whooshing by with seldom a moment to catch up. Visually fascinating Land’s End fell at the first fence when I failed to connect with the content. Perhaps fewer words on screen would have allowed me time to engage with the actors, but as it was, I was left bewildered and cold. The machines too held such promise, but from the melee of words the links seemed often tenuous. I only wish that spoke Flemish, and then maybe I would have grasped and enjoyed this more.

Municipal Market, 10 May 2012

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