With Tabac Rouge, Thiérrée has created a fascinating world in which mystery, mirrors, music and movement combine to catapault you into the unfathomable logic of dreams. It’s a vibrant tribute to dance and theatre.
‘Dream-weaver James Thiérrée is a master of theatrical spectacle, whose adventures in physical hallucinogenics defiantly reject categorisation
And, no, it didn't get close in my view. If one is going to produce an essentially abstract work of art you have to hit certain buttons. It could just be pleasing to the eye - you know old-fashioned beauty. Or could be a feat which impresses. Or it could be intriguing. Hopefully it is all of the above. This was none. It was just baffling.
The set looked vaguely dystopian, like it had been garnered from a junk shop and put on wheels. And the dancers seemed to have instructions to do silly things to music. This was far too close to dance for my tastes, but without the elegance of ballet. Not great for my first visit to Sadler's Wells. I don't think I was alone. On exiting I eavesdropped the following snatch of conversation.
"Well, that was an experience."
"Good seats though."
Such a British, middle-class way of encapsulating a dull evening.
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