I’ve had a love-adore relationship with Bouffon since I first experienced it at the Toronto Festival of Clowns in 2010. I’ve had a love-adore relationship with feminism since I’ve been able to comprehend the abstract notion of gender and gender roles. Therefore, it is fair to say that I absolutely adored Play It Again Productions’ Death Married My Daughter playing at the Toronto Fringe Festival.
The show opens with a walk-off where two dancers per round present their realness for the audience’s vote just like in the documentary. Gender, race and identity are at the fore of this celebration and we as audience are immediately invited to participate.
Have you ever wondered what Mozart would sound like had he been heavily influenced by Johnny Cash? Similarly, what would Donizetti sound like under the influence of Metallica or Rossini under the influence of Bugs Bunny?
Five Fingers is a rewarding challenge for Toronto audiences.
I’m hesitant to say that Five Fingers is a powerful piece of theatre because I don’t feel those words do it justice. Five Fingers is an experience like none other I’ve ever had.
Five Fingers is a story of domestic violence told in the domestic sphere. It is performed at a site-specific location, a home in the Annex, and the company invites up to ten audience members in to watch the performance. The quarters are cramped adding to the feeling of being caged in the space with the dysfunctional couple.
