Viewport width =
March 1, 2010 | by  | in Arts Theatre |
Share on FacebookShare on Google+Pin on PinterestTweet about this on Twitter

Thricely? Precisely. A Pocket Full Of Pips.

Theatre

The line between theatre and dance is always blurred. Both forms can never ever be truly separate, nor can they ever be truly the same. Thricely? Precisely. A Pocket Full of Pips. falls very much on the dance side of that line, but still with an ever watchful eye on the theatric side of the border.

It has a diversity of tone and a quickness of wit that really draws the audience in to this intimate physical exploration of all the little obsessions and compulsions of life.

All three of the dancers—Brigid Costello (who also directed), Hannah Elks and Jane Wenley—show supreme skill, poise and timing throughout the work.

A wonderful success and one I hope we’ll be seeing again soon.

Thricely? Precisely. A Pocket Full Of Pips.
Devised by Pinwheel Productions
Directed by Brigid Costello
With Brigid Costello, Hannah Elks and Jane Wenley

At Photospace
17 – 20, 23 – 27 Feb 2010

Part of the 2010 Fringe Festival.

Share on FacebookShare on Google+Pin on PinterestTweet about this on Twitter

About the Author ()

Uther was one of the two arts editors in 2009. He was the horoscopier and theatre writer in 2010. Alongside Elle Hunt, Uther was coeditor in 2011.

Comments are closed.

Recent posts

  1. Storytime: Angst, Agony, and Adorable Babies in Teen Mom YouTube
  2. VUWSA Responds to Provost’s Mid-Year Assessment Changes
  3. Te Papa’s Squid is Back and Better Than Ever
  4. Draft Sexual Harassment Policy Consultation Seeing Mixed Responses
  5. Vigil Held For Victims of Sri Lankan Easter Sunday Attacks
  6. Whakahokia te reo mai i te mata o te pene, ki te mata o te arero – Te Wharehuia Milroy Dies Aged 81
  7. Eye on the Exec – 20/05
  8. Critic to Launch Hostile Takeover of BuzzFeed
  9. Issue 10 – Like and Subscribe
  10. An Overdue Lesson in Anatomy

Editor's Pick

Burnt Honey

: First tutorial of the year. When I open the door, I underestimate my strength, thinking it to be all used up in my journey here. It swings open violently and I trip into the room where awkward gazes greet me. Frozen, my legs are lead and I’m stuck on display for too long. My ov