It really isn’t going to be for everyone but I adored THE MOORS. The black humour grabbed my jaded funny bone and wrestled in into a very odd shape. Plus, weirdly, my typhus must have been acting up because I could hardly breathe in places. It is a deliciously detailed production which, despite being non-sequitur free, is alarmingly disorienting and it’s ferociously feminist and with some remarkably troubling hits over the head with a Bronte. And an easy to follow narrative … go figure.
It begins with a nunnunnunnah. And from there on Nate Edmondson’s audio design leaves no clichéd audio cue unreferenced. It takes the horrible from horror with a score which interlaces plunks and a distant pipe strike and swirls of strings and a contrapuntal discordancy in places. It never overwhelms and even has a bell motif that rings distant from a hillock through the fog! Continue reading THE MOORS: WELL, I LOVED IT!