The Hour We Knew Nothing Of Each Other

While walking the busy streets of Portobello Rd I could not stop myself from imagining that I was a part of last nights show. The Hour We Knew Nothing of Each Other was a spectacular movement piece forcing the audience to reflect and evaluate the way they go about their daily lives. With no actual dialogue, the characters still carried out full conversations and encounters randomly throughout the play. The piece inspired me to write and ask questions, which were intersting to then read today...

Some of what I wrote: movement script! actors going through life timelines? that girls on drugs. sometimes see each other, most don't acknowledge, black and orange papers....look for later, creating a story for these peoples lives, what just happened? blind woman first to acknowledge us? Did she look? man with too many objects in pockets, reoccuring characters, man in yellow vests speaks rudely and unapologetically, audience laughs...is that how we wish to act? pace fast, why so fast? can everyone be late? lighting shift, post office! orange paper again, couples lust right after watching that man die, why no? what is that woman talking herself out of, does she change her mind? crisis and fear becoming comfort and togetherness, all wish to go the water but do not, one man is stopped, "this is weird" kid behind me says, woman walks with insanly large menu, guy rises from audience chair and jumps onstage, woman does the same, shoud I? what would they do?

The play was a great start to the many different types of theater we will see throughout the quarter. Can't wait for another!
Katie Skelton