Kitson's first poor show? Have seen him both sides of the Atlantic and am generally a fan but this is empty, pseudish rubbish. Not funny (nor really attempting to be) but not thought-provoking or profound either, even though it clearly aspires to high meaning. Even the writing is poor, which is particularly unusual for Kitson, with chronic over-reliance on alliteration.
Daniel Kitson: Analog.Ue
Until Sat Dec 21 2013
Time Out says
Posted: Fri Nov 22 2013
One of the U.K. stand-up and monologuist's overtly theatrical works, Analog.ue is a story cut up and dispersed onto the tapes of 23 reel-to-reel recorders. As Kitson putters about—turning the machines on and off, attaching speakers and power cables—a simple tale unfolds.
Average User Rating
2.7 / 5
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I feel that part of the problem people have had with this show is to do with expectation. This is neither straight theatre or stand up - this show is playing with the art of recording, telling and performing a story. You have to listen deeply. The story is a bit odd sometimes. I think I got it. But I know I liked it an enormous amount. I loved the mixture of physical movement and pre-recorded material. I felt it a privilege to be a witness to this fragile experimental piece of performance.
My first time seeing this performer and it was completely different to how I'd expected it. So much gentler and more delicate. A really beautiful rate thing.
A very talented artist pressing play on multiple tape recorders. I don't know what's worse...that Kitson made zero effort or the few misleading positive reviews. Worst show of the year (any year).
We had high hopes for this show, but it was a complete failure - and I did not hear a single voice to the contrary when we left the theatre. It isn't even a show. It's a pretty boring tape recording that you have to listen to for 110 minutes. No thanks. I'm giving it a star to be generous.
The usually talented Kitson tells his latest story by way of a his pre-recorded self, in maddeningly abrupt parcels, one audio tape at a time, without ever addressing the audience as he carries gear and wires and speakers from one far end of the massive St Ann's warehouse stage to the other. Each of Kitson's devices is plugged into one 'circuit board' which sits atop a desk at stage center. Kitson kneels by the circuit board flipping switches in between his device fetching moments to advance the story from one machine to the next in tedious colorless fashion. The combination of being able to see how many machines he has yet to set up, the sometimes inaudible quality of a select number of devices, the dullness of the tale, and the fact that you just paid to see Mick Jagger but instead got his brother in law popping in a bunch of Jagger bootleg cassettes, was enough to induce a panic attack. This show was unambiguoulsy awful, and it wasn't just my party that got up to walk out before its conclusion. While Kitson's staging idea may have been clever, it is better suited for perhaps an endless installation loop at MoMA or Mass MoCA where the viewer can check it out for 3 minutes, read the placard and be on her way. Whatever dramatic effect the piece may have held if actually performed is lost almost minutes into the act. As for the content and writing, the plot of Kitson's tale is strikingly similar to \"The Life and Sort of Death of Eric Argyle\", a brilliant piece of theater expertly performed this summer at 59E59 by 5th Oak and reviewed in this newspaper. St. Ann's should reconsider its decision to charge $25.00 to watch a man assemble old tape recorders, or should at least have the decency to invest in a production that can compile the content in a way that the audience can hear it. Their ads for this show are also remarkably misleading, and should be adjusted to inform visitors that the live performance they have paid to see is neither live or performed.