This is unlike anything I’ve seen so far in the Fringe: Wendy Houston, in jeans and trainers, walks onto the stage and declares that “this is Act one, this is when the light goes off, and I go to the back”. And then, there comes Act two… sarcastic lines are projected on the wall, sparks of her sharp wit (‘time and space died yesterday’). She smashes vinyl records in time with a piano concerto, she tells her own fortune with cassette tape, she takes a break in front of the audience, drinking her water, wiping off her sweat. Footage of war and refuge continue to play when she’s quietly sitting in the corner, but, so clever, she also creates a solemn atmosphere. When it’s all over, the audience gives long-lasting applause; we are deeply humbled. The next day when I wake up, I realise that her lines and movement are still there in my mind.
Dance Base, 17-19 Aug, 9.30pm.
tw rating 5/5 | [Ting Guo]