lunedì 1 maggio 2017

Shoot the moon ENG

Studio. The complex description of an incredible thing created by Sol León and Paul Lightfoot for NDT1: the very final scene of "Shoot the moon", seen live in Reggio Emilia, 16th March 2016. There is no complete video on youtube about this final scene.
The scene here described happens immediately after the end of this video.


Few light on the dark stage; the turning scenography stops, two of its three rooms are visible. On the wall between them, a window. A man and a woman move far from each other through the window in a struggling, silent, rapid goodbye, leaving in the middle a big sense of vacuum.
They step towards the opposite walls, far from each other on the stage, and don't look at each other.
Above the stage a screen appears: two screens, let's say, next to each other, show what two hidden cameras record at the sides of the stage, one for each dancer.
In a few seconds the spectator realizes that the screens are inverted: the dancers, that do not see each other on the stage, seem to look in their eyes on the screen, through an imaginary window on the boundary between the screens.



Then the magic: a soft interaction starts, through the imaginary window, with a beautiful flow of enrgy and mutual sensitivity. And they still don't see each other.
What happens on the screen seems to be a different dimension: as if it they did, in their minds, what they didn't do in their real goodbye. Each of them lives in his own intimate dimension what was not realized, and recuperates it. Their thoughts, perfectly in harmony, complete their goodbye on the screen, only point of contact left.
Suddenly, she has a movement springing in the opposite direction. Then, a magnetic force pulls her towards him, in their imaginary window. She is actually looking at something out of the stage, on the left, but is instead looking at him on the screen.
They stand this way for a few seconds, looking at each other through their window - actually, backs towards each other and separated by the wall.
Then she, with the solemn and heavy footstep of who has decided, moves slowly towards the middle of the screen. By going out of the stage, she enters the black line of their imaginary window.
Standing, he is hit by a sudden flow of breathe tha pushes him back. His shoulders go slightly back in a soft cambré. Her ghost, disappeared in the black line of the screen, softly enters his chest with a whisper.
His hair move lightly; he sets upright; the whisper stops.
All is still.
All is fixed.
Dark.
Curtain.