It starts as normal. Hockey on the tv, a coffee maker on the bench, and a yellow figure who only live on, without a thought at all, suddenly can become dirty and wrong. So pop a large and ugly hundhuvud up in the apartment, and would not go away. Who should wear it do you have in mind? What follows will be a glowing walking through the shame and anatomy.
perhaps a little carelessly can say that the puppet theater is for the stage what the comics are for literature; by the deputy of the objects in more or less stylized figure, the audience can in best cases get sight of something important in themselves. And in the artist Sara Granérs show ”An idiot among us,” which is now played at Malmö puppet show, find the two art forms home in each other in a quite delightful way.
– well-known and established by books such as ”All I want for Christmas is a planned economy” and ”I don't want to die, I just don't want to deliver” has been three-dimensional body and radiostyrs with Playstationkontroller over the rotating vridscenen. And the meeting between the cute waving robotfigurer and the clumsily explicit mechanism creates its own aesthetic dimension, and tells the tale of the sad creatures that becomes unstable in the culture. Or, unsatisfied in capitalism, I mean of course.
monotone can certainly fill an artistic function in the context, but only to a certain limit – then the risk of the experience to become leaky and loose in the outline.
Sara Granér is without a doubt a blazing allkonstnär that creates worlds and put the plagues in the glare of the lights – but she is no actor. Together with Annie Eliasson and a röstförvrängare she reads the story forward, and it is not possible to get away from the gap between the performing and advanced, and the evident weaker the delivery of the replicas. The monotonous can absolutely fill an artistic function in the context, but only to a certain limit – then the risk of the experience to become leaky and loose in the outline.
a critic to do, and at the same time, falling quite head over heels for the soul of robots that now inhabit the stage in Malmö on a puppet show. ”It would have tightened up a little bit more on the high school, middle school, after school care / services”, sighs our yellow friend with concern, and carry it around on its general failure as a living organism. So becomes ”An idiot among us,” most of all, a sorgkantad and beautiful story about the great solitude.
book review: Sara Granér – ”I don't want to die, I just don't want to deliver.”