| 06 August 2011
Translunar Express is an unspoken performance translated through mime and dance with accordion music and lyric-less singing throughout. It is utterly moving: romantic, poetic, a little bit raunchy and sincerely touching. Yesterday I managed to hold back the tears in another show. Today I crumbled, and I wasn’t the only one!
The play is about an old man coming to terms with the death of his wife, her send-off and his letting go. We sift through his memories, her ghost both taunting and supporting. Besides the heart-wrenching romance of the whole business, at times it charmed the audience into quiet chuckles.
The two actors used a pair of masks to shift between past decades and their presently aged state. They were so beguiling that I was convinced their expressions had changed – I think it was something to do with the peepholes for their eyes. The choreography was gracefully fluid, and the raunchy dances and kisses they did were so sensual that the room I was in was melting. Uh oh.
It’s something about the twinkle in the casts’ eyes. It’s like they really really love doing this production; they are all completely there in the moment. And they’re raising money for a cancer charity. All good, eh? Well, at times it did drag on a little, but who cares when the good is just so good. I feel bad dropping a star for that.
Translunar Paradise, Pleasance Dome, 3-29 August (not 16 and 23), 3:40 pm
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