Review by Jeroen Peeters A choreography in what seems like an endless slow motion. Two male and two female dancers are not even moving in the proper sense of the word. Rather they move from the one posture to the other, precisely articulated, as if they were statues, with bended arms, the slightest detail of their outer body visible. In between one suspects a strong inner choreography, although the faces of the dancers don't betray that. They leave open a huge space for the spectator's own mental routes and imaginary choreographies. What it all means? No idea, but for a Western eye it is a relief. This is pure dance in a sense that isn't modern or postmodern or whatever. One can't project a bunch of well-known dramaturgical tools and tricks on it, this is just about watching. The drummer seems to be bored though, taps the dancers with his sticks, urging them to step "out of this theatre". They keep their slow rhythm steadily, there is no "African dancing" to be witnessed. Obviously they know better what it is all about than one might think at first sight, even in this environment called ‘theatre’. Non-Western doesn't mean naive, a delusion one is too easily following.
Review by Lisa-Maria Cerha Konzentrierte Blicke, gerade vorausgerichtet, große Augen auf ein staunendes Publikum, das bis zum Ende nicht aus der fremden Sprache der madagaskischen Tänzerkörper schlau wird. Irgendwo anders her sollen die Ideen und Assoziationen kommen, auf jeden Fall löst das Bewegungsmaterial von Ariry Andriamoratsiresy eine konkrete erzählende Ebene auf und versucht allgemeingültig zu sein, indem er Elemente der Jagd in einen schillernden Bilderbogen verlegt, zum Teil gestisch expressiv, zum Teil formal (vor allem setzen die Tänzer ihre Schritte rechtwinklig in den Raum) abstrakt und spielerisch fast simpel gehen die Tänzer mit der Idee um, die uns nicht verlassen sollte: zwei Brüder gehen gemeinsam auf die Jagd, denn wer weiß wer der Gejagte sein wird ... In dem kleinen Raum des Kasinos versetzen einen die Spannung der Körper und eine Neugier und Erwartung eines Warums in eine andere perspektivische Sichtweise. Zudem bleibt die Musik in dieser Performance keine banale Nebensache, der Musiker wird aus dem Dunkel ins Scheinwerferlicht gestellt um die Tänzer bis zum Ende zu führen. Es scheint, daß sich Tanz von einer ganz anderen Seite zeigt: expressiv und als Geheimnis zugleich.
Review by Arco Renz "The fourth dimension is stillness, and the power of the wild beast", Ezra Pound said one day. A bat hanging from a ceiling. The bat becomes a man carried away in the arms of a woman. The woman leaves him and he transforms into a panther, or a leopard, or a wild beast. Silence remains, flows through space like water. Like wind. Like the music that communicates with the movement of the four dancers. Transformations. From water that flows to the mountains that stand. Are there mountains in Madagaskar? We probably don't know. We know there is water around this far island, and we know much more about its people since tonight. Without reading the Lonely Planet Madagaskar, 23rd edition. Dance sometimes keeps its promises. We saw a performance that acknowledges the fundamental parameters of dance. Space, time and diverse physical energies. And the silent joy they can evoke. They continue to play. I can imagine the five of them in their rehearsal space, day by day, precious studio since two years, they remain together, listen, play, transform, flow. The microcosm becomes macrocosm in a choreography characterized by simplicity and transparency. They all wear the same costume, they have the same hair, boys and girls separated. But still. Difference within the same. The formula for universality? The light with its colourful simplicity doesn't express the same transparency as the dance when it is flowing through the hands of the rhythm. The percussionist brings us back to earth with his intervention in the dance. It is not another dimension we have seen, it is right now, right here, in Madagaskar. Do you hear the waves of the ocean? At the end, they rise up from the water perhaps. Towards the mountains of Madagaskar for sure and into the future of their dance...