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Wingers!
Sincerest apologies for having been M.I.A. (missing in action) for quite some time now… I went to the Philippines to visit my family during the holidays; big family reunion, I haven’t been to the Philippines since I emigrated 11 years ago! It was really emotional to see my extended family. I came back from that trip and I left again for tour the following week! Now, I’m back and this week we (cas public) have our premiere of “Suite Cruelles” a new show that proves to be exciting. If you happen to be in Montreal, come see the show. Details are below!
PS. I enjoyed reading everyone’s updates and entries. Especially, Kristin’s iPhone entries! Keep ‘em coming! 
xo, Benny
[Show Info.]
Since presenting Courage mon amour at Danse Danse in 2002, Hélène Blackburn has been busy creating two works for young audiences, Barbe Bleue and Journal intime, that were huge hits on their tours of Canada and abroad. Five years later, Blackburn and her company, Cas Public, are back to present dance lovers with a new work for 9 dancers and 2 pianists. Using body movements that combine the discipline of ballet with the surrender of contemporary dance, Hélène Blackburn draws us into a murky realm where pleasure and pain become one. Inviting.
[Synopsis]
Incandescence. Beings passionately search for one another, their vacant expressions mirroring the pain inside the bodies. The dancers explore and search one another with athletic jumps and jolts, alternately punishing, provoking and caressing each other. A mad dash tends toward the unbridled conquest of pleasure through the other.
The body works itself into a frenzy, it questions, rages and raves in search of what it cannot find: The impossible union of bodies and souls. Pain chosen reflects pain suffered. The hypnotic music and the violence of silence raise questions, while the frenetic rhythm haunts and mesmerizes.
The dancers sustain the virtuosity to the point of paroxysm, masters of the raw energy they exude. Lighter moments meet an intensity of desire like absurd fragments in a reality devoid of refinement.
The voluptuousness of the high heel rouses, and the body teeters then exults in disarticulated fits and starts.
As though finding pleasure necessarily involves losing oneself in pain…
