The Big Mappleton
I’VE been on the record as loving the Horizon Festival and all its high falutin’ fun. Contemporary dance and stuff has been a secret love of mine for a while. And having perused the program at its launch last week, I can say I haven’t been let down by the directors, and am looking forward to a number of events, but perhaps none more so than ‘Phantom Femme Fatale’.
This intriguing show is described as “a haunting performance-art-dance piece built around a hard-edged, and vampiric subversive, character who transgresses female subjugation with assassin-like stoicism”. Here I was thinking Wicked was edgy.
Is it near Melanie or Mountville?
School’s a life term.
Where the directors may have let us down however is, as usual, the short shrift given to the hinterland. In fact, the only place I had even vaguely heard of was a town described as “Mappleton”. It sounded familiar, but who knows.
How exhausting is school? Spare a thought for the kid who hopped on the train at Landsborough last week only to fall fast asleep and end up in Springfield. Or maybe spare a thought for poor mum who was at her wits end trying to find her child.
