Day of the Dead at The HexagonBy Calvin Kier
January 20, 2010
“Not for the easily offended,” was what the brochure stated. This vague statement gave little indication of what I was to expect from The Day of the Dead at The Hexagon on Monday night.
The warning was much appreciated nonetheless, as this was not something that I would take my mother to go and see.
It was a prompt yet provoking start, with three characters appearing on stage, wanting to loosen up the audience with a game of Simon Says! Why? I could not detect any relevance in this, particularly given the show’s unsuitability for children.
It was a desperate struggle to follow any form of story plot. There was so much taking place on stage at one time that it proved to be a great distraction.
There were however, recurring themes of death and destruction throughout. Both of which were emphasised mainly through music, costume and outrageous stunts.
I was mesmerised, as part of the story involved a male character devouring knives before our eyes. This potentially fatal party trick proved to be a success and I strongly applaud his gag reflexes.
This is certainly not a trick that I wish that I could perform. It was the sheer danger element that lured me in, that and also the fact that I cannot even brush the end of my own tongue without gagging.
The live band proved to be a great asset to the show, successfully contributing towards the setting of each scene and projecting a powerful energy.
It was refreshing to be exposed to the strong talents of a young aerial acrobat, after the interval. Her elegant performance was very well complimented by the bluesy tunes from the live band and fresh saxophone player.
In contrast to the beginning of the story, the atmosphere was calm and minimalistic, allowing time to focus and appreciate what was taking place on stage.
The show’s intent on using the shock factor diminished the unblemished memories that I held of the old school Henry hoover. Every student house had one, but I do not recall it ever being used as a masturbation aid, as it was here.
This was a talentless and poor way of filling time, sadly overpowering the aesthetics that had previously taken place. To add insult to injury, Henry maintained a joyful facial expression throughout this lewd act.
Despite there being some wonderfully artistic performances throughout the story, as a whole it did not make the grade.