I Don't Get It, But I Kinda Like It.
Rating: 4
Violet Dreams & Unlisted Melodies
KC Fringe Festival
I hate to ask what certain pieces of art mean. Art should resonate with the person looking at or watching it. As long as you feel a connection it has done it's job.
But sometimes, you look at art and just say, "What?". There are certain shows that make you leave and shake your head in confusion.
This show is like standing before a piece of artwork made out of chewed up bubble gum that depicts two people making love.
This is not to say that the show is bad. In fact, it was intriguing. The music was mesmerizing, the dancers talented. But you come away not sure what just happened to you. This was definetely one of the most unique things I've seen.
One note: I would think twice about taking a child to this show. The show does excellent work in the program by telling you if there is explicit words or moves. The number P.S.A. had sexual gestures. Now I am totally against censorship, but you will have problems explaining to your child what is going on if they should ask you, because you're not entirely sure yourself.
Timmy: Mommy, what are those girls doing?
Mom: Well, they're um dancing.
Timmy: Why is her head between the other girl's legs and why is she moaning?
Mom: It's uh, it's a new type of dance. Uh, um, well...
Timmy: Mommy, what is she doing to her butt?
Mom: We need to go to the bathroom.
To sum this whole thing up, the best part of the performance was the last number which by itself is worth seeing this show. It was enlightening, even if I'm not sure why.
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