16 October 2008

Of course... Quebec... the arts...

...what Philistine wouldn't be behind this argle-bargle... hook, line and boat anchor...
While Mouawad certainly knows how to make an entrance, it's his exit from the stage two hours later that will truly imprint itself on the memory of spectators. For the final 20 minutes of the solo show, Mouawad alternates between violently and joyously rolling around in gallons of paint onstage.

Again in his underpants, he uses almost every part of his body as a paintbrush in an extraordinary sequence that starts off shocking, then veers dangerously close to the realm of masturbatory performance art, but finally wrenches back into something that slaps a glove in the face of description.

It's a daring and disturbing and delirious sequence, and I wouldn't sit in the front row without bringing a poncho.
From your lips, to Leonardo DaVinci's ears.

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FROM THE COMMENTS:
"Apparently we're going to be 10 billion in the hole this budget."

"I can think of a few places to save a few billion right now. One starts with the letters CBC..."
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