Review in The FT.
Contact is ponderously trivial. It sets up the premise for one cliché after another, it gives you aeons in which to think "Well, obviously we're meant to expect that plonker, so surely it'll do something more subtle instead", and then, just as you have already got the yawns, it delivers the plonker, dead at your feet. It's like being asked to pay too much for fast food, being made to wait hours for it, and then finding it's congealed. MORE
Thin and derivative as dance, Contact is thinner and more derivative as theatre. The three short stories it tells don't feel short: they feel like tepid one-minute anecdotes that have been agonisingly extended. The girl in Fragonard's painting of The Swing two-times her rich lover with the hunky servant. End of Story One. The 1950s suburban wife in a bad Italian restaurant has dance-daydreams in which she kills her husband, snogs the waiter, and carries on dancing. End of Story Two. The suicidal loner has a fantasy of plucking up courage to dance with a glamorous chick at a club, and then puts the fantasy into practice when she turns out to be the girl downstairs. End of Story Three, and end of evening. No, these aren't the world's worst stories. It's the way they tell 'em - slowly and predictably - that blights what little bloom they might have had.
And in The Telegraph.
British dancers are good these days, but not quite as good as their Big Apple counterparts, and this strange and original show, which isn't quite a musical, isn't quite a play and isn't quite a ballet, seems totally rooted in the values and customs of Manhattan. It's stylish, it's slick, it's sometimes sentimental - qualities that haven't always gone down well in England. MORE
Nevertheless, I found myself enchanted all over again, although the Queen's is a dire venue for a dance show. The stage is ridiculously small for choreography that was created for a far bigger stage in the Lincoln Centre, while the sightlines from the stalls are appalling. Yet the production overcomes even these deficiencies.
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