MURMURES DES MURS 370.
(photo credit: Richard Haughton)
What’s not to enjoy? Murmures des Murs (Murmuring Walls) is elegant,
super-imaginative, delicate, whimsical, witty, robust, farcical, mysterious, all
of it bundled together with panache and virtuosity by the performances of
Aurelia Thierée, Victoria’s daughter, by mostly-dancer Jaime Martinez and by
mostly-clown/acrobat Magnus Jakobsson.
Built loosely around a young woman
(Aurelia) moving house with the men as the movers, Murmures too is constantly on
the move the way dreams are, because in dreams things, places, clothes, people
seamlessly appear, disappear, shape and time-shift.
Tall apartment houses
slide on and off, absorbing, then ejecting the players. There’s a praying
mantis-like critter made of bubble-wrap. Walls peel. Strange creatures appear,
like a “bird” whose head is a bellows, or a flailing sea-serpent. Objects are
made suddenly animate, and as suddenly revert. Events flow into one
Life is ephemeral, tricky, Murmure
s insinuates in a score of
beguiling variations. It’s like bubbles whose iridescent beauty delights us for
a moment, and then, “like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack
behind.” “Rack” means “residue” and Murmures
, enchanting as it is to watch,