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	<title>Comments on: Love is a battlefield.</title>
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		<title>By: dawghouse</title>
		<link>http://blogs.walkerart.org/ecp/2006/04/25/love-is-a-battlefield/#comment-187</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 00:08:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If Beckett were alive, he'd spank Meg Stuart.  Using the absurd as a form/forum is not just about acting weird.  Even Beckett's most obscure work at least invites human connection with the characters.  As I sat through this interminably long piece, I found myself more engaged with the teenager next to me who was squirming and destroying the lovely upholstery of the seat in front of her with her phat shoes.  The dancers were obviously talented.  The set/landscape was intriguing.  The composer was the most accessible element.  What transpired on the brown shag stage was repetitive and devoid of connection.  Another stage full of people who make you say "So What?"</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If Beckett were alive, he&#8217;d spank Meg Stuart.  Using the absurd as a form/forum is not just about acting weird.  Even Beckett&#8217;s most obscure work at least invites human connection with the characters.  As I sat through this interminably long piece, I found myself more engaged with the teenager next to me who was squirming and destroying the lovely upholstery of the seat in front of her with her phat shoes.  The dancers were obviously talented.  The set/landscape was intriguing.  The composer was the most accessible element.  What transpired on the brown shag stage was repetitive and devoid of connection.  Another stage full of people who make you say &#8220;So What?&#8221;</p>
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