Fuerzabruta
Jul. 10th, 2006 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squirmeliaI'm trying to remember what exactly happened at Fuerzabruta, which is currently playing at the Roundhouse in London. It was only Friday when I saw it, but all I can think of is that it was sensual, shiny, mesmerising and felt not at all real.
I remember a man in a suit on a treadmill, crashing through walls. I remember people falling. I remember near the ceiling, a large crumpled metallic border appeared, and "girls ran round the walls like exquisite flies". I remember a man and woman on either side of a spinning wall, trying to climb towards each other. I remember people writhing, on either side of a small water filled pool near the ceiling, unable to touch each other. I remember the water above our heads and the people swimming in the see-through pool that was lowered and people in the audience reaching up and touching it. I remember moving around the room in the dark in a crowd of people, not knowing where the acts were going to appear. I remember desire and lust and the bursts of energy in the performances when they were chasing each other, and even after reading a number of reviews, I still can't help but wonder if the different performances were sequences in some kind of shared dream.
I remember a man in a suit on a treadmill, crashing through walls. I remember people falling. I remember near the ceiling, a large crumpled metallic border appeared, and "girls ran round the walls like exquisite flies". I remember a man and woman on either side of a spinning wall, trying to climb towards each other. I remember people writhing, on either side of a small water filled pool near the ceiling, unable to touch each other. I remember the water above our heads and the people swimming in the see-through pool that was lowered and people in the audience reaching up and touching it. I remember moving around the room in the dark in a crowd of people, not knowing where the acts were going to appear. I remember desire and lust and the bursts of energy in the performances when they were chasing each other, and even after reading a number of reviews, I still can't help but wonder if the different performances were sequences in some kind of shared dream.