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THE FOREVER WALTZ Clever contemporary spin on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice O...

AN OAK TREE Powerful illusion .00.

A lot is said about the power of the performer, as well as the performance space itself, while Crouch creates

l’oet playwright (ilyn Max‘srell's contemporary take on the story of Orpheus and Eurydice cleverly overturns the myth. and in doing so

keeps the audience guessing as to the

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We see so much metanarrative in the theatre these days that it’s very easy to tire of it. Yet when this idea of the story told - while it is exposed as a fiction, its mechanics laid bare for all to see - is done well, it is a delightful experience. Tim Crouch’s new show does this with astonishing aplomb, creating a kind of elegant simplicity in asking an audience to do something very complex.

For we are asked to buy into a patent illusion, which, in its boxes within boxes structure, is in itself about the power of illusion. In this piece, a stage hypnotist has killed a child in a motor accident, and finds that the kid’s father has appeared at his show, seeking answers for his grief. The disorientated father has surrogated his daughter for a tree next to where the child died, believing, on a quite literal level, that she lives on in the tree. We also see his wife, destroyed by both the loss of the child, and her husband’s sudden neurosis, and his daughter, played by a chair. It’s all done by Crouch and a single volunteer, to whom he hands scripts and feeds lines as he goes along. It’s difficult to convey all the humour and pathos with which all this unfolds.

his hammy, populist hypnotist for home counties C55. His meticulously timed miscues and gaffs, his interventions as the actor playing the hypnotist and his quietly endearing self-referential allusions to the text delight from end to end. In an era when we are so used to stories about stories and their telling, where journalists interview other journalists about not the content of their story, but its presentation and we see endless films about filmmaking, it is refreshing to see a genuine emotional energy added to all this mediation of reality.

Crouch is superb. Just as with his My Arm two years ago, his self-effacing style makes you want to cuddle him, and the sudden disjunctions between show, actor and character fascinate, while his interactions with his volunteer make one comfortably anxious about the performance, while at the same time buying into its story. Go see. You’ll be on his side, I promise.

(Steve Cramer)

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