Review: Dead Cargo – !Metro Arts Independents 2011

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Another week, another show - this time from the !Metro Arts Independents 2011 series. It's always fun to be at the first performance of a premiere play; there are no preconceptions, nothing to prepare you for what is to come. Well, I lie (a little) about this, having chatted last week with Nigel Poulton the director and also co-writer (along with long-time collaborator Tim Dashwood). Nigel warned me that some audiences may be confused by the play. He went on that it was, among other things, 'about' hanging on to things long past their use-by date - whether those things are psychological or material - obsessions, preconceptions, needs, words, things, and even people.  So, as I sat pre-show looking at the dozens and dozens of suitcases on the set of Dead Cargo, I began to start threading together the clues Nigel had given me with what I could see in front of me. I had the suitcases sorted; they were the material expressions - symbols - of the 'invisible baggage' we carry about with us. Right.  I was starting to feel a bit more confident - getting my head ready for the kind of play that I’d be seeing. I fancied it would be a bit of psycho-realism with expressive movement. I knew about the movement - see the aforesaid interview re Meyerhold's Theatrical Bio-Mechanics in Related Articles (below). I knew the script had been written by Messrs Poulton and Dashwood - what to expect in that regard? No idea - this would be a first exposure to their work, at least for me. The set - great by the way - looked messy, deliberately so. Was it meant to stand for the detritus of our lives, maybe? At this point I ran out of clues and started chatting with a friend. What I didn't do was to read the program. As it turned out, I'm glad I didn't because there was a clue in the Director's note which would have sent me on quite another track to the one I pursued during the show and on the drive home. So I'm going to riff a little in this review on how a play - or this particular play - worked on me, about how it sent me down particular tracks in my head. Continue reading Review: Dead Cargo – !Metro Arts Independents 2011