MaMa does DaDa does a great job rethinking the show-going experience. Rather than try to put forth a linear narrative story with message and meaning, the audience is treated to a space that’s more similar to a museum of abstract art. How you witness, interpret, and sit with the work is up to you.
This one isn’t trying to please you but rather evoke a response. And the nature of the construction is that it will never be the same thing twice. At the performance I attended, we watched MaMa fold and refold a shirt for a long, long time. It went from curious to hypnotic to meditative to mundane and back again.
What I didn't like
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My overall impression
There’s nothing like MaMa does DaDa at this year’s fringe.