This stream-of-conscious, cornucopia of quasi-carnival inspired non-sequiturs is not for the intolerant fringer. The Dream-Casting gives pause to ponder: Should we support the artist who travels cross-country (perhaps internationally) no matter what the product?
As video rolled on, garish puppets and masks were revealed, and shamanistic rituals were liberally interpreted, no story or context was offered for the consequential sensory assault. In the program notes the artist claims to “enjoy the magic of animating and merging the stories of tangible art with intangible, experimental dynamics,” however the tangible component of the performance was never quite accomplished. Since self-referential theatre is absolutely post-modern, perhaps the self-indulgent performance artist is simply miss-understood. Or, perhaps this is a good example of why some fringe festivals are juried.
Mere moments after the show commenced I was scouting the closest exit, and yet somehow, I was impelled to stay put. Professional courtesy? Other observers were not as lenient and departed partially through the event. Almost lulled back to a state of patient contemplation by the presentation of a beautiful yellow rose, the dream-caster himself then picked up a microphone and asked the audience to create a “community event.” Seriously? By that time I was just thankful I hadn’t brought anyone I would need to apologize to.
- Running Time: 50 Minutes
- Tickets: The Dream-Casting
- Remaining Shows: Wed, July 23 at 8 . Thurs, July 24 at 9 . Sun, July 27 at 2
- Where: The Baldaccino at Fort Finge, 607 New York Avenue, NW