9th - 10th July @ The Mount Without, 7.30pm

By Oona Doherty

Hope Hunting lies between the lines of physical theatre, social proclamation and dance. A thumping black golf head lights on sits in waiting, Music thumping from its metal shield. A man who is many men leaks in out of the metal beat, his story, A hunt for hope.

The Guardian
★★★★
“a swaggering, graceful ode to working-class men”

The performer mutates into separate entireties. Morphing from one character to the next. Through speech, movement, and sound we are twisted and contort-ed through ideas of masculinity, morality and nostalgia. Through wet forgotten roads of memory; the hunter takes the audience with him.

He hits and swerves at extreme stereotypes of cultural and social class. The masks of men as a form of personal defense against the self and the world we live in today. The consequences of boredom on the psyche are ripped open through physical labor on stage. Teetering on the fine lines between comedy and tragedy. To find the importance of self-belief. No matter where you are from, what class you are placed. There are essential needs of love ingrained in all of us. Removing the masks of ego and cultural affectations we hope to find a common ground of truth and hope.

Fade to white

Lazarus rising as the concrete bird of Paradise. An attempt to deconstruct the stereotype of the concrete disadvantaged male, and raise it up into a Caravag-gio bright white limbo. It looks to make the smicks, the spides, the hoods, the gypsies, the knackers into the birds of paradise. It is a hunt for hope.