Something lurks just beneath the surface of the work. It is dance, a choreography of moods and images, rather than the bodies which carry those. I left the theatre unsure of how I felt, and unsure of myself on my skin.
Pretty Butch’ is not a play about ‘unmanly’ men and ‘unwomanly’ women, nor an angry ‘dyke’ play about people who don’t fit into gender norms. It’s a play that makes use of these stereotypes and stories, to wonder about the people who try to define themselves for themselves.
Centred around three performers, alternatively playing the same character the artists break out from a three-way narration into frustrating independent stories on the hardships and struggles of being an actor, an artist and a challenged employee of the cultural sector.