| The thing that I loathe is theatre which proclaims to be experimental In it's attempt to break away from traditional concepts such as naturalism --with it's ambition, more usually than not, is also carried an ego billowing with pretense. An ego, which, like cancer, unrelentlessly eats its way from the inside out, corrupting that which is pure by nature. Pure like the body before this evil imposes itself. In the theatre, this ego is so arrogant and vain in its self-proclaimed "brilliance" that it fails to do that in which it so eagerly set out to do. Farce is created. The conceptual NEED of the artist to declare his brilliant insight is anything but selfless. A bratty desire to impose views. It is simply masturbation. Self-gratification. Indulgent. Like in sex, fuck the other person, as long as I get off. At the expense of others, the visionary -- the "artist" WILL be heard. He deserves it, has suffered unrelenting pain upon which he draws "for his art", has done this all for you the audience and thus is owed that much. Ironically, it is an act, which ultimately ends up being for him and not a staggering act of generosity for the sake of the audience. An anti-theatrical event that mocks the audience, as the unknowing sit there -- minds on autopilot -- mildly and mindlessly entertained. Because they are not being challenged. It is non-threatening and safe. These concepts, this "new" form, which in theory may actually be very valid, does not translate because it is so forced... like a voice which - fully capable of making beautiful sound - when forced not only sounds horrid but is destructive. It has nothing to say... and IF there IS something to be said, it is muted amidst the white noise of "experimentation". |
| ah yes, experimental theatre |