Manchester International Festival: Day 6
- 3 Jul 07, 11:00 AM
First up today some news for Manchester Bloggers. How do you fancy meeting up for a bit of chat and WiFi/Phone blogging this coming Monday July 9? We’ve reserved a table in the Manchester International Festival Pavilion from 6pm. I’ll be there with Robin Hamman who can talk you through blogging on the go if you haven’t dipped your toe in that joyous pool yet. There’s free WiFi in the Pavilion and food and beer (but sadly they’re not free). Any of you who want to make a night of it may get the chance to plug your blog on BBC Radio Manchester as Phil Wood presents his first hour from the Pavilion between 10 and 11pm.
If you’d like to join us, and let’s face it, who wouldn’t, then please drop us an e-mail or comment on this post so we get an idea of how many of you there will be.
But is it art?
I’m not sure if it is part of the developing Festival fringe but I noticed an interesting installation along Oxford Road. Not sure what it’s called, Shattered Dreams or something like that, but basically it’s a series of vandalised bus shelters with piles of jewel-like pieces of glass scattered on the pavement. I inadvertently removed one the pieces of glass when it stuck in the tread on my shoe. I’m not sure if I should return it or have it framed.
For All the Wrong Reasons
Last night I sat in my seat at Contact with a mug of tea in one hand and my soggy mac in the other. For All the Wrong Reasons is a play about ‘issues’ and to be honest I did worry that it’s could be some kind of Legs Akimbo school performance. Far from it.
Over the loud music the cast delivered a series of monologue-type performances that interacted from time to time with other cast members. It all seemed to take place on one of Blackpool’s piers, but you’d be forgiven for thinking that you were in Zurich in 1916.
But Cabaret Voltaire it wasn’t and neither was it the kind of stuff you’d see during a summer season at Blackpool, or at The Royal Exchange or Library Theatre and not the sort of thing you’d take your granny to or anyone on their first date or…
I had to keep reminding myself that this was the Contact and that the production was in collaboration with the Belgian Victoria theatre who’s work is best described as experimental – so that’s why that guy was dressed as a rabbit. Not for the feint hearted, a strong cast presented language and imagery to match and after my ears adjusted to the sound I found myself enjoying it, but perhaps for all the wrong reasons.
I heard something interesting last night. “Apparently Monkey are using the wrong kind of bamboo”. I’ve not idea what that means and part of me doesn’t want to know, but in the interests of having nothing else to write, I’ll do my best to find out.
I’m off to see Johnny Vegas in Interiors. I’ve been told nothing about it, including where it is. Should be an interesting evening.
Julia at Notebooks has posted an interesting account of one of the Festival Debates. “Whilst the name of the debate was 'do art and politics mix?', the debate itself would better go under the question 'should art and politics mix?' Click here for the complete review.
Action-without-theory also reports on the debate here.
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