Dancing On Your Grave, Riverside Studios, London

Grisly show is dead funny

Zoë Anderson
Wednesday 18 February 2009 01:00 GMT
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‘You’re a short time living,” say the performers, eyeing the audience with resentful glee, “and a long, long, long, long, long time dead.” They should know: Lea Anderson’s show has a cast of music-hall corpses. Even death can’t keep them from their leering songs and once-perky chorus numbers.

The music, written and performed by Steve Blake and Nigel Burch, is full of bouncy banjo tunes and gruesomely witty lyrics. Rhymes and rhythms are tight, the whole show jangling along with manic, pessimistic energy. “I’m dead from the neck up,” Burch complains. “From the neck down, too,” agrees Blake.

The show itself is directed and choreographed by Anderson, who recently celebrated 25 years of work with her all-female Cholmondeley and all-male Featherstonehaugh troupes. Dancing on your Grave plays to her strengths: the precise sense of gesture, the quirkiness, the downright way of creating a theatrical world.

She crams her performers on to a tiny stage within a stage – three metres square at most, with all five performers (three dancers, two musicians) always on it. They’re stuck in a performers’ purgatory, never able to leave the stage.

The designer, Jess Hooks, dresses them as 1930s vaudeville zombies, with touches of thrift-shop glamour. Blake and Burch wear whiteface makeup, with blackened lips and eye sockets. Dancer Ryen Perkins-Gangnes is a bedraggled Pierrot. Valentina Formenti has a daft little hat and swags of lace on her skirts, while Maho Ihara is a chorus girl in French knickers and strappy shoes.

Ihara has the funniest dance number, a wonderful series of suicide mimes. She carefully tries cutting her own throat, shooting, stabbing, gas ovens and hanging, every method exactly carried out. Her fingers flutter delicately, to show splattering blood or spilling intestines. None of it works: she keeps picking herself up, ready for another go. Best of all are her jumps from a series of ever higher buildings. It’s exactly the same mime, with the “falling” pose lasting longer each time.

The dancers act as a chorus for some songs, wearily playing percussion, adding jazz-hands poses or joining in the refrains. Ihara and Perkins-Gangnes shuffle through a 1930s number, with syncopated steps and outstretched zombie arms. Formenti prowls alone behind her colleagues, back in the land of the living, as Burch’s undead musician sings about the wife who survived him. It doesn’t matter, they agree; everybody’s single when they’re dead.

Several numbers urge the audience to make the most of living – what there is of it. Others object to the dreariness of bodiless existence. The whole show is a brilliant mixture of grisliness and vigour. It skips and shuffles along, never more lively than when complaining about death.

To 22 February (020-8237 1111)

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