I’ve been putting off a review of my night at the Walker to see Everett Dance Theatre’s production of Home Movies as part of Out There 18. I was bored, and the whole thing felt uninspired. I was wondering why it was part of Out There – a series I tend to associate with something more cutting edge. There wasn’t anything new or interesting about the way they dealt with memory and nostaligia. So now I find myself on this blog giving an uninspired review of an uninspired work. Bleh.
It wasn’t terrible, it just wasn’t out there.
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