Orpheus Glance

Motus forestilling Orpheus Glance var dedikert Jean Cocteau og Nick Cave. Forestillingen handler om den antikke guden Orfeus, de greske guders rockestjerne. Gjennom elementer av film noir, musikk av Nick Cave, fantastisk lys og scenografi møter publikum en desperat Orfeus. Desperat etter å bringe sin avdøde kone tilbakek fra underverdenen i et intenst drama.

Fra forestillingsprogrammet:

"...to sing in truth is quite a different breath. A breath of void. A gust in the god. A wind. " -R.M. Rilke

I do not fear the abyss. In it I descent. I risk.

I go there I do not know where. Through the looking-glass. I descend. I look at you. Now in the violence og the instant that holds, I sense, I see the nakedness of the face, the being without protection, the terror of unveiling. I will not have you, now I know. Never. Now I can go back. There, where my sad song enchants and pervades, there in the space of desire, in the petit bourgeois dining rooms - waiting and departure dining rooms - on the dazzling stages, to be devoured by gazes...

Orpehus, the mythic, the gloomy rockstar of the inter-world unbalances our certainties, living in symbiosis with the here and now of theatre and the interval: the deep nothing of the unexpected.

All explodes on Eurydice's death: a tormented and melancholic blues spread throughout the room... then a thick and sound silence, emptying the stage and the soul alike. The perfromance starts: the dissolution of the hero. The deep and lonely time of loss, embraced by domestic walls, is slowly deconstructing, becoming dream/nightmare/obsession which progressively erodes the dividing line between visible and invisible: between theatre and cinema. All dips and shatters until Orpheus inevitably descends towards Eurydice, towards death...or both?

Then the encounter.

... Reaching the Desert where the absence og any relationship dwells, where the immense void becomes even more void: there you need to kill the friend or let yourself being killed, to recognise and prove his/her presence. Here is the pure relation.

This movement is the risk itself. The word is wrapped up between the violence which causes death and the enchantment of the impossibility of death, between the violence of Orpheus' extreme passion, making him forever dead. In the space of this ouble violence, which seems to appease briefly, as a pure unmoving movement... Orpehus Glance dwells.

Kilde: BIT Teatergarasjen, høstprogram 2002.