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Body Language

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was amongst much laughter last night at the opening of Body Language, Gaëtan Schmid’s new solo piece, at The Kalk Bay Theatre. I have to confess to being exhausted, but that didn’t stop me from giggling, chuckling, snorting and even guffawing at this crazy guy, his weird ideas and fabulous energy.

In this piece Gaëtan returns to his crazy professor person from Dog’s Bollocks to slip, slide, stumble, collapse, ramble and even sprint through the history, biology, sociology, anthropology, humorology of body language. It is informative, hilarious, rude, delightful, entertaining and completely silly, and I loved it.

Gaëtan is so charming he could be reading the telephone book. I love his quirks and foibles, funny Belgian accent, great physicality. I love that he calls it a lec-churn in stead of a lectern. I love that he puts an audible P in psychology. The content of the show is a jumble of truths, half-truths, made up stuff, and stuff we recognise about ourselves and others. It’s full of handshakes, facial expressions, funny walk and big balls.

Gaëtan standing with a perfectly visualised mimed square-handled queen’s handbag will live on in my funny memory forever.

Rump Steak

I’m still feeling dof from the two glasses of wine I had last night, and I have garlic seeping out of my pores. Big Friendly and I had a bit of a Greek meze before getting ourselves to The Kalk Bay Theatre for Gaetan Schmid‘s one man show Rump Steak.

The show is hyped as a one man explosion, with few french words, many characters, eight hundred sound cues and much energy, all performed on a square metre of raised stage. And it’s all true. publ-2.thumbnail

Gaetan has the best kind of performer energy; a combination of physical accuracy and absolute charm, and here he is in his element. In fact it’s a bit like watching an animation, complete with sound effects made by a human voice. And there is no doubt I was entertained during the short performance. The show is definitely worth seeing for just Gaetan.

There was no time to get bored, but afterwards I felt strangely unfulfilled and I have just worked out why. There is no story. We see the everyday goings on behind the scenes of a french restaurant; the detail and mood is spot on, the energy and how it builds when things get hectic is amazing, but nothing really happens. And that’s ok. But imagine if something did?

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