Dayna Hanson: A clever musing on our demise Dec 1, 2006
by Tania
Here's a review of Dayna's show by Alice Kaderlan in the Seattle P-I (Friday, Dec 1, 2006)
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Here's a review of Dayna's show by Alice Kaderlan in the Seattle P-I (Friday, Dec 1, 2006)
Posted by Tania
Check out Mary Bayley's review of Dayna's show in the Seattle Times (Friday, Dec 1, 2006)
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Welcome to our blog reviews for Dayna Hanson: We Never Like Talking About The End! Leave a comment and give us your thoughts on the show or rate the existing reviews by clicking on the stars to register your opinion.
Here's a blog review by Michael van Baker on Seattlest:
"We Never Like Talking About The End" opened at On the Boards last night and we just picked up tickets for Saturday night, too. It's an evening of song, dance, and video that makes you laugh out loud while contemplating your mortality.
Dance theatre about the near-death community & spirituality, intercut with an American independent film and an appearance by the choreographer’s father. Once again Dayna Hanson has taken disparate elements that should equal a disaster, and somehow created a sweet, endearing work of art. Even as Dayna has moved farther away for focusing on choreography in recent years, the dance pieces of We Never Like Talking About the End remain blindingly brilliant.
I'm finally home from seeing the opening night of Dayna Hanson's "We Never Like Talking About The End" at On the Boards. There was a party after the opening night of the show. No one spoke about the end at the party, which I found telling.
Dayna Hanson is a dancer. And a choreographer. And a film producer. And film director. And a musician. And a writer. While Dayna Hanson's vision for this piece may have been singular, her expression is definitely multi-fold.
Dayna Hanson's new piece is about blurriness. Between life and death; between everyday action and dance; between rehearsal and performance; between ending and beginning. As the audience enters, musician Dave Proscia and Maggie Brown are hanging out in the den that designer Etta Lillienthal has created; behind it is a ping-pong table, and across the room is a kitchen with a refrigerator—it's like a suburban basement unfolded like origami and spread out across the OTB stage. The phone rings; Maggie answers it; it's Dayna, who's running late, so they should start without her.