Damaged Goods: Why Bother?

By Jamie Portman | June 22, 2015

A confession: I left after ten minutes, quickly sceptical of those promotional blurbs offering a “breathtaking” double bill that would “hypnotize, captivate, and surprise” me from beginning to end. The beginning was enough to turn me off. The main impression was of a man and woman dragging each other around the stage, showing off their talents as physical contortionists, and exhibiting a dutiful responsiveness to the dull choreography imposed on them. This is the sort of thing that gives performance art — and fringe festivals — a bad name.