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Norsk Shakespeare Tidskrift review English

In Mårten Spångberg's performance The Climate, direct communication between spectators and actors is also scarce. Here the crowd sits on pillows along the walls. The floor is covered with carpets with beautiful printed patterns with flowers and birds on it. Four dancers move everyday in the room dressed in denim that they change several times through the show. They talk softly about memories, TV shows - everyday small talk. Then they dance a little. Relax a little. Dancing a little. Looking at each other dancing. Dancing together.
It's precise and professional. The music is also low, it is piano-based. It's almost like as if it's coming from another room. Everything is packaged softly. It's meditative, almost sleepy. Someone in the audience actually seems to fall asleep. They dance for us, but it is an ambivalence here. It is also as if the dancers are dancing just for each other. It's a kind of decadence over this, a distance. It is as if you look at someone training, or you scroll down the Facebook feed and look at the lives of others. The introverted attitude is slightly provocative. On a screen, a drawn line landscape rolls where, among other things, fish, a shoe and a hotel room appear. The screen is placed over the heads of half the audience so they can't see it - a funny grip that I don't quite understand. Is it to emphasize the introvert of this dance?
What do they really want with this?