Feminism and gender analysis are put on four feet by Tereza Ondrova and Peter Savel, with a sharp and smart concept where they move in parallell, close as shadows or mirror images. Walking proves to be a method to show how the thin line between being male or female. Repetition and repetition with minimal and gradual changes is the artistic choice of the performers/choreographers, but it includes the risk of weaker dynamics and commanding spectators to hear their message. However, the precision of their movements is as impressing as the many obeservations of body conventions, and happily a little craziness tops the rigid concept, that is somewhat long for its efficient choreographic form.
Boys who like to play with dolls
performed by Tereza Ondrova & Peter Savel
With a playful sense of humour Czech duo Tereza Ondrová and Peter Šavel strut, stamp and shuffle their way across the stage in a wildly diverse work that questions the absurdity of gender stereotypes. Mimicking gestures and walks they transition smoothly between resisting and conforming to preset notions, before morphing into label less, undefined souls. A quick descent into animalism provides a raw investigation of our natural state of being as they take on the physicality of gorillas and wild dogs, puncturing our idea of what is normal by howling and scratching whilst on all fours. Simply seating themselves amongst us asserts the universality of the issue, and doesn't require the unnecessary addition of cumbersomely clambering over the audience.
Czech dancers Ondrova and Savel are itching to begin- illustrated with body markings reminiscent of pre surgery diagrams and unspecified tribal symbols, these remarkable performers morph between genders, catwalk strutting with dexterity and tragic desperation. Polyphonic ecclesiastical music suggests devotion to the church of designer labels, the Me generation. A sudden disintegration into snarling feral canines evolves like the ascent of (wo) man, achieving not wisdom but a talent for tacky disco dancing (Katy's Grahams' 'Tag Me') Theres a calm moment when they sit amongst us in a bid for belonging but their crisis of confusion seduces them back onstage and we are serenaded with a weakly sung hymn to the High Priest(esses) of Fragile Identity. Magnificent.