It is Jason, performed by Liam Francis, who is wheeled in first (inert under a sheet of plastic, atop a creaky cadaver trolley) and who demands to have custody of his murdered children in the afterlife. Francis is a lithe mover, awakening from his dead slumber in confused, jerky stumbles, that see him fold and fall across the floor in elastic contortions. When Medea, played by Hannah Shepherd-Hulford arrives, she counters that she did not in fact kill her children —this was the work of an angry mob, goaded on and sent by Jason. And so, a trial is announced to attribute blame and determine guilt.
The trial thus forms a loose narrative structure that marches towards an inevitable judgement. But the script routinely and beautifully meanders away from the trial, to either perform backstories, to dig into moments of emotional intensity, or enjoy the medium of theatre itself. Throughout, there’s an easy balance of Greek mythic extremities with the humdrum of everyday life. A married Jason and Medea must find work; he tries to be an actor, Medea teaches Pilates.
All the while, “Cinderella” is playing upstairs in the main theatre (quite literally). Four television screens stacked to the side of the stage show clips from past ballet performances, interspersed with spooky backstage shots of stairs or glitching visual static. Hades often not only asks the other characters if they’ve seen “Cinderella” but goes to on idly (mis)interpret what’s happening; “here, Cinderella arrives at the sex party . . .” and so on. Where many dance theatre productions either fail at this self-aware, fourth-wall breaking manner, or come off across as cynical, here the quality of the comic timing and delivery, and the specificity of the language, allow these to be genuine moments of humour rather than self-congratulatory laughs.
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