Making love with my laptop

I woke up this morning touching my partner on the other side of the bed, his sharp-corner and silver body was just starring at me, with an interrogative expression. Yes, I have to admit it, it is a least more than one month that my laptop has replaced my boyfriend's place, and this morning when I woke up holding the plugged-in external memory, I felt like we were holding each other hand. When I finished with this odd thought I realised that it was much-much better to get up and have a coffee instead of dreaming about my relationship with my laptop.

Anyway I somehow moved my feeling in my laptop, my doubts about the show of last evening Fractalicious! by Bryan Reynolds. I start having lots of doubts about me and my capacity of being open minded, as well I noticed that in many of my articles for the Interferences Festival I used words that link to the state of buzz, such as "bad trip", "ecstasy", "addiction" and so on. I doubt, right now, my capacity of understanding theatre that stands outside the lines, and that is why probably I abused of the drug addiction dictionary. Even though I would love to avoid its use now, after the show of yesterday, that was like being carried away in a mental state of acid, how can I avoid this parallel? The show was sarcastically inciting the audience to get high. It is very hard for me to write about Fractalicious!, for one simple reason: I found it a display of celebrity delirium by the author. How can we believe that a piece like this could somehow be considered a good piece? I could consider it interesting, for the way it explores the state of mind under LSD treatment, it reminded me about the film Atered State by Ken Russell.

I did liked the idea of putting on the table the hypocrisy and contrast of our society trough what it could be called the delirium tremens of an academic, who is himself victim of the system. Do not get me wrong, I am not against the exploration of new path in theatre, but Fractalicious! was built on a series of sentences and images not necessarily linked to each other, that made it hard to be followed (which was, I guess, the intention of the author) and it was probably too long, it could have last 10 minutes no more. I know I sound like a contemporary censor. This show, plus few others during the festival, has driven me to have an identity crisis: am I too much old fashioned? Or is it that the contemporary theatre is ending towards a path in which artists pay attention mainly to their own satisfaction, growing a controversial desire of fulfilling their own pleasure, totally enchanted by themselves? I believe that the show of yesterday could have been run in a private house just for the pleasure of the fews. This kind of show are made for an elite audience and even though I believe that the approach it is still not easy.

It is almost time for the next show, Sacheon-ga by Jaram Lee, the festival it is almost at the end, I have to say that, wether I liked or not the performances, it was a great moment of growth for me.