International Theatre Festival MOT | Skopje, Macedonia
1. "Perform for me! Play a role for me! "- The Master, to BIBI
In "The Passion according to BIBI", the audience cannot avoid confronting its own isolation. In this project, which features the author, who is also behind the light, music and stage design, Petar Miloshevski manages to create a complex overview of today's pain and sickness in less than an hour.
In a world where people are becoming more distant, they forget how to offer their bodies to others. Physical intimacy becomes too intimate. BIBI is the future of sex - an intelligent robot that can cook, clean and look after your home. BIBI knows how to conduct any conversation, as well as recite by heart Shakespeare, Bergman, Chekhov. Most importantly, BIBI will have sex with you whenever you want.
This is how the relationship between BIBI and BIBI's Master roughly looks like: BIBI serves and serves when needed. The thing that BIBI's manufacturers did not expect is that BIBI's intelligence will slowly start to build feelings. BIBI begins to take care of its master, his fate, the fact that he has feelings at all. "I felt his skin for real!" - says BIBI of its master. This is the first thread in the story by Miloshevski, which speaks of the dangers of dependence on modern appliances and the unexpected consequences of their careless use. By doing human things, BIBI acquires human characteristics.
2. "Not one thing, or the other." - BIBI, about itself
The second narrative was built around BIBI's deliberate androgynous appearance, a robot, played by a man, with female gender attributes, reinforced by a cutting-edge costume design (Antonella Petracarro). This approach to BIBI's physical appearance and demeanour allows Miloshevski to tell at the same time of the increased fluidity of gender and gender roles. BIBI is not "she" or "he", but "it". BIBI is "it", not because of the fact that it is an object, but because of the fact that there is no precise gender identity. There is no doubt that BIBI is a person. Miloshevski lends the character such force of emotion, in contrast to the precise, mechanical manners of the wind-up doll. He imparts an immaculate diction and weight with every word. The soundtrack gives further colour to the character. This is most striking at the zenith of action, when growing tension culminates in an unexpected but very appropriate musical crescendo.
3. "I am not what I am anymore." - BIBI, to us
The third, perhaps secretly underlying, yet present-day narrative is that of modern loneliness. Miloshevski likes to talk about modern technology, about changes on the horizon. But going even further, he introduces a dark mirror into the play through which the audience should see themselves. To see and face one’s isolation and the concealment of one's own empathy. Today's online life shortens the distance, but it clouds the closeness. Breeded with the instant pleasures of the age, people lose the motivation to invest in themselves and in others. Digital rewards and praise come cheap - a fast food for the soul, and "more expensive" pleasures suddenly do not have the same taste. Miloshevski asks what is the real price for these changes.
Is it that BIBI begins to develop feelings, or are we the ones facing the loss of our own? When the man-like becomes more vivid than man himself, the answer is clear. I warmly recommend.
International Theatre Festival MOT | Skopje, Macedonia
The cult status “Blade Runner” was elevated to in the 80s generated a series of moral issues, still relevant today. The notions of digital intimacy and emotional fulfilment seem to grow hand-in-hand with the development of technology. Do people, through the assistance of the state-of-the-art appliances, seek to bypass the efforts of genuine connection?
Our chaotic and fast moving lifestyles don’t allow us much free time: is it actually absolutely normal and rational to seek sexual comfort in a device which already knows the individual needs of the person? The simple answer is yes. As a result, welcome to the 21st century in real life - sex robots.
BIBI is like no other robot. BIBI can be whatever the client wants it to be, regardless of the human’s sexual orientation. BIBI is so sophisticated that it is not only a sex toy, but also a life companion which will embrace all of its master’s fetish games with equal enthusiasm as reciting Shakespeare, as desired.
There is however a small problem in this consumerist utopia. BIBI eventually begins to develop true emotions for its master, contrary to the rules of the game. This is the moment when all the moral complexities which had until now lurked in the shadows flow to the surface with a vengeance. Isaac Asimov’s “Three Laws of Robotics” (obedience, service, no physical attack on a human being) which until then had been tacitly accepted, now carry huge moral issues. When is a creature deemed to be conscious and with certain rights? To what extent conscious robots should be exposed to tasks they no longer wish to execute? What does it mean to be human at all?
None of these questions have easy answers and who would even attempt to answer them? Petar Miloshevski is brave, “crazy” and talented enough to tackle such an emotionally laden topic by giving it a visually striking treatment in the form of a solo-performance. He brings BIBI the robot to life, giving it sex appeal, complex emotions and great deal of toughness.
Miloshevski’s performance is violent, cruel, but also at times very gentle, displaying a level of self-possessed composure and discipline usually characteristic of an actor with much more experience behind him. The way he interprets his own text is immaculately synchronised with his own original choreography, and the emotional charge he conveys to the audience has all the more impact for it.
The Passion according to BIBI is a small masterpiece of a sort few will have ever witnessed. London’s Evening Standard listed this performance in the Top 10 shows at this year’s Camden Fringe Festival, a testimony to the impact this young artist single-handedly managed to achieve.
Masterful is an adjective which probably does not even begin to describe the impression left by this performance, where Petar Miloshevski manages to turn BIBI into much, much more than just a sexy “Replicant”.
Camden Fringe Review: The Passion According to Bibi by Petar Miloshevski at The Cockpit Theatre
When I heard about this solo show by the award-winning Petar Miloshevski, I was in awe of the concept. I’d never seen a show that was about the future of human sexuality and it intrigued me. Imagine a world where noone has sex with people anymore, due to embarrassment of our bodies and/or health and hygiene reasons, so we all buy a “Bibi” a robot who will keep us company and fulfill our social and sexual appetites, whatever they may be.
Here is the synopsis written on the Camden Fringe website:
The latest 1N5TA-5EX robot.
Humans have lost the notion of offering their body unselfishly. That is why we have invented the future of sex.
BIBI learns things about you. BIBI smiles, blinks and frowns. It remembers your birthday, what you like to eat and drink, the names of your parents. It can hold a conversation about music, films, books, tell jokes, quote Shakespeare and Chekhov. And of course, BIBI will have sex with you at will.
No matter your sexuality or gender, with BIBI by your side, you’ll never feel unfulfilled.
As a solo show, I wondered how Petar would go about setting the scene and telling the story but with a clever mix of acting, mime, music, sound and amazing mood lighting, Petar brings Bibi to life.
The set is very minimal, a single white chair is all that is needed and Petar uses his body in a variety of ways on the floor, the chair and in the space to show us (the audience) what is happening.
The opening is very powerful with choreography, which is very doll like/robot like, performed with precision alongside some very good and timely sound effects. It’s obvious that Petar has had professional dance/movement training as even his poses are very stylised.
At times I felt so sorry for Bibi, who seemed to take the stress of his “owner” (which Petar performs different voices for) who came across as needy, miserable and a motif in the choreography – the carrying of the chair over his head seems to represent this fact. It was quite intense at times!
A question asked in this show was about the mask we all wear in public – our public persona.
Who are we when we’re alone?
We all play a role in public – Is our persona real or a sham?
Is it true that life happens to us and we just react?
That was certainly food for thought…
This show is totally different to anything I have ever seen before. I did not expect it to be so intense, especially as a solo show.
Huge respect to Petar who managed to keep such intensity and entertainment at a high level for a whole hour alone, especially in the London heatwave, wearing at least 6 inch heels!
LOVE - review from BABEL International Performing Arts Festival Târgoviște, Romania
As human beings we hardly succeed to be ourselves. Our entire life is a struggle of expressing what our souls hide deep within. It is a long road that sometimes passes obstacles which seem impossible to overcome, because fear rushes through our blood from the very first moment we are born: the fear of existing, the fear of being abandoned, the fear of being conscious of all that surrounds us and not being able to give a proper response.
The last night show, LOVE, a show by & with Petar Miloshevski, was a great example of fighting with your own limitations. I honestly confess that the theme frightened me at the beginning. I was wondering what atrocities am I going to see on stage?... and I was ready to leave the theatre hall after 5 minutes, breaking the rule of the theatre professional who, despite all odds, has to be the last spectator standing. Main excuse was being tired after a whole week full of events and work to do. However, my expectations were completely turned upside down. The show started and I couldn’t take my eyes of the artist that was performing in front of us. I told my colleague: ‘The problem is that he is really good!’ in fact, it was not a problem at all, it was the joy that one hour performance will be a lesson of discovery, of confronting truths, an acting lesson, not a struggle of reaching the end of the story.
The subject was about eating another person out of too much love… literally speaking. Some weeks ago, I heard something completely randomly about internet conversation that start by having this purpose: one man who wants to eat another man that wishes to be eaten. The most concupiscent and atrocious way of making love. Petar played both roles, using just a costume trick and his infinite physical and facial flexibility. No other objects, only a chair helped him in developing the story. He smoked imaginary cigarettes and you could see their ash falling down, that was the accuracy of his movements. Nothing was too much, nothing was too less, everything he did was needed by the performance. The baroque music was giving dramatism to the story because the outlook of the artist on his characters seemed cynical and cold. No melodramatic trace occurred. These traces may be hard to be kept away, especially considering what it was about.
Two metaphors lift the entire performance to a higher level, giving a spiritual beautiful meaning to an impeccable acting technique: the butterfly and the image from the very end, which I won’t reveal. Much more can be said about LOVE, but what we really have to know and recognise is that, LOVE is about Sacrifice. Furthermore, what Petar Miloshevski did was a sacrifice towards the spectators that watched him with astonished eyes.
A review by Apartés
28 May 2016, Paris Fringe Festival, Paris
See it: if you have a tormented heart
It was love at first sight: 'Have you died before ?'; 'Only in my dreams'
LOVE*, Petar Miloshevski
In a terrifying solo piece, the UK-trained Macedonian actor Petar Miloshevski, electrifies the Feux de la Rampe Theatre as part of the Paris Fringe Festival, first edition of this international festival of theatre in English, which runs until Sunday 29th May.
Already, the punishment is signified by the soundtrack, grating, irradiating the rows of the Feux de la Rampe, which are immersed in total darkness, with an oppressive atmosphere. Then HE appears, under a blood-red light, head shaved and wearing a bathrobe. The effect is overwhelming.
A spine-chilling performance
This man has a very peculiar design: to post an ad to make love and maybe more i.e. to be killed, cut up and eaten in the hope of reaching sexual nirvana. Granted, the topic is not the most inviting. And yet… the delivery is extremely compelling, free of haemoglobin, special effects, video or any other device to create anguish and gore. Everything here is performance. Mime sequences are stinging in their pinpoint precision. From insistent, almost sadistic flirting scenes – he smokes nonchalantly, a half-smile playing at the corner of his lips, to succumb with abandon, mouth open and hand on the forehead – to face-offs between the two men – he turns his Dracula-like bathrobe inside out to switch characters – to the love-to-death scene, the dramatic register is played with great finesse and, in addition to the feeling of dread it procures, plunges us into the abyss of an undisputable madness.
Bold lighting, ranging from blue to red, potently highlights violent and macabre scenes while the soundtrack, ranging from lyrical arias to shrill telephone rings, leaves us no respite from the escalating madness.
An actor of frightening precision
Perfect 'bad guy' with a shaved head, veins pulsating, pointy ears, emaciated features, piercing, clear blue eyes, the actor Petar Miloshevski is compelling. He mimes, he dances, he speaks (and looks at us brrrr) as if possessed by this sadistic, cruel and deadly love. Each movement of the mouth, of the eyes, of the hands, of the feet has significance. He excels at making us feel the deepest and most horrific torments: 'We possess an animality which is our obsession.' Champion of solo works which pull and twist the human soul in all directions, Petar Miloshevski has been acclaimed for his earlier productions - HOPE and THE BEAUTIFUL - and continues his journey in visceral and experimental theatre with LOVE. An award he received in 2013 at the Festival International MOST in Germany describes his universe perfectly: 'Award for the transmission of impulses of the human soul in the language of movement and poetry.'
LOVE written and performed by Petar Miloshevski
Le 29 mai à 18h
au Théâtre Les Feux de la Rampe
34, rue Richer, 75009 Paris
*LOVE at Paris Fringe was presented under the title of AMOUR
A review from Exeunt Magazine - 21 Feb 2015
FIRST 2015 - a Festival of Solo Performances
Tristan Bates Theatre, London
Sometimes ‘atmospheric’ isn’t enough. Or ‘strange’. Plenty of things are ‘strange’ or ‘atmospheric’, but the latest work by Peter Miloshevski is so singular in its mode of expression that it takes time for your eyes and ears to become accustomed, and has an atmosphere that could give you the bends.
LOVE takes its inspiration from the case of Armin Meiwes, the man who sprang to international infamy when he advertised for, murdered and consumed a voluntary victim in the spring of 2001. But Miloshevski isn’t concerned with the grimy details, he’s aiming for the furious, yearning heart of the matter. LOVE is the story of twin passions, both obscene but both capable of beauty too, if only in their absolute sincerity and the mockery they make of everyday affections.
Miloshevski plays both characters in turn, the killer and the victim, the chef and the meat, or just the lover and the lover. His text is a patchwork of De Sade, Nabokov, Vasko Popa and his own writings, delivered as lurching prose poems and odd broken whisperings. The effect is disorientating, but moving, impossibly intense emotions gradually accrete from the over-full-ness of the text.
This sense of excess, of dense richness, carries over into Miloshevski’s physical work. Moments of gibbering mania burst out against cacophonous strings, others are poised and fragile, like the ghost of some fragile Quentin Crisp. There’s a sense of oppressive aestheticism that’s entirely appropriate to a relationship which fetishizes the flesh and the bodily to such an extreme extent. There are traces of the gothic and of a fin de siècle degeneration – Miloshevski has transformed the story into the À rebours of anthropophagy. One man’s jewelled tortoise is another’s cranial ashtray, I guess.
There are no judgements in LOVE, apart from a brief glimpse of tittle-tattling neighbours, and a brief conversation about bone disposal which seems more tumescent than anything else, the two lovers are allowed to exist entirely within their own world. Politics and morality are kept well out of the equation, everything is teeth and blood and mutual indulgence.
It’s true that Miloshevski’s idiosyncratic physical language takes some getting used to, and the paroxysms he throws himself into can occasionally teeter dangerously close to the absurd, but there’s also a sense that this is something he is aware and in control of. The bouffon is never entirely absent from his back-breaking spasms, there is a definite challenge being thrown out to his audience.
There is also a danger of a work that is so singular in its purpose alienating its audience or drifting into obscurity, but the simple use of a double-sided dressing gown, gorgeously constructed by Antonella Petraccaro, keeps the characters distinct, and adds a particularly gruesome implication of flaying to the transformations.
Apart from that costume, the rest of the production has been created by Miloshevski alone, and this leads to a sense of wholeness and clarity of purpose which explains so much of the piece’s oddness, as well as its strength. It is its own ghastly consummation, a grisly love poem from the outer fringe of human expression and compassion.
A review from A Younger Theatre - 23 Feb 2015
FIRST 2015 - a Festival of Solo Performances
Tristan Bates Theatre, London
LOVE tells the story a man who posts an unusual personal ad: he is seeking someone to make love to him firstly, but then to kill and finally eat him. Petar Miloshevski plays both ‘X’, the consumed, and ‘Y’, the consumer, in this harrowing but mesmerising one-man show. His jagged performance utilises a number of forms, including melodrama, mime and abstract dance, but it is a creature of its own making rather than a product of others.
Beginning in a sombre tone – a bedraggled body lying in a heap on stage – Miloshevski lulls us into a false sense of security before firing into his first melodramatic masque, drenched in red light with classical music at blistering volume. Stunned into attention, LOVE maintained my piqued attention throughout.
Occasionally Miloshevski’s diction might prevent you from hearing a word or two, which is a shame in such an intricately crafted piece. But it is arguably his physicality that is most impressive: nuanced to say the least. Each movement is measured and pitched with precision. Both characters are painted in bright white light, a full tangled spectrum of emotion hiding within. One moment you can be watching a childishly excitable young fool dance about the stage, and the next a ferociously vindictive monster will spout flames of vitriol at the front row of the audience. Miloshevski commits entirely to every shift and every gesture. Sweat is pouring out of him, and you can see why. It is this level of conviction that makes his performance and his handling of such a complex subject matter – additionally through such an anachronistic form – so convincing.
There is much to be said for the use of music and lighting also, which are both devised by Miloshevski himself. They bolster the piece, moulding it into a multi-sensory product that approaches you on a unified front, often with violent intent. The costume by Antonella Petraccaro is singularly an indulgent dressing gown that looks like it was made with a curtain from the Palace of Versailles. It is also reversible, a structural device that allows Miloshevski to shift between X and Y with a dislocated folding movement, which works a charm.
All this culminates in the final episode of the monologue delivered by Y. Here, Miloshevski’s delivery is a perfect microcosm for all that has come before. With each and every line, his expression and his voice alter before you, producing a cubist portrait of a conflicted and tangled character. He flits between panicked emotions with the ease that Miloshevski does between theatrical genres. The end result is a unified whole however – a product whose purpose is to be experienced raw more than it is to be fully understood. LOVE is cathartic and violent in equal parts. Miloshevski produces barrels of wonderment from unspeakable human tragedy.
20, 21 / 09 / 2014
International Theatre Festival MOT, Skopje
International Performing Arts Festival IMPACT, Veles
THE BEAUTIFUL is a project by Petar Miloshevski, a Macedonian who lives and works in London. Directing, script, effects - everything is conceived by him. Leaving aside superlatives for every aspect of the show, one’s strongest impression is about his acting. Petar Miloshevski is a man who acts with every muscle fibre, every nerve and every cell in his body. No matter which part of his body you look at, he shows the situation the character is in supremely, even with the tip of his fingers. In a flash, he turns into something else and then into yet another completely different thing. Any further comments on how he portrays the character would be simply redundant.
Stefania Tenekedzieva - Radio MOF
On the small stage of the Dramski Teatar, the solo-performance by Petar Miloshevski, our fellow countryman who lives in London, titled THE BEAUTIFUL, was an unqualified success. Through dance and speech Miloshevski tells, or rather unfolds before us, an hour-long swan song about our attempts to achieve ideals of beauty in people and life. To this end he personally selected texts (Ionesco, Duras, Marquez, Bulgakov ...) and created a symphony in which speech, body expression and elements of mime expression have equal importance. In each of these aspects, actor Petar Miloshevski is remarkable, subtle and exquisite, with an astonishing power to etch and morph through the emotional states of the character.
Todor Kuzmanov - Radio Skopje (Macedonian National Radio)
Cultural Mosaic, 26/09/2014
Petar Miloshevski, an actor who lives in London, gave the Macedonian premiere of his latest work THE BEAUTIFUL. A performance dedicated to beauty, and our preoccupation with beauty in today's society, hooked the audience at the Dramski Teatar and they repeatedly summoned the actor back for curtain calls. His extraordinary power to transform himself from a narcissistic beau to an ugly man and the striking costume and music combined to create theatrical beauty the MOT audience will long remember.
Srebra Gjorgjievska – Dnevnik, daily newspaper
The second performance of the second night of the 39th MOT Festival, presented on the small stage of the Dramski Teatar, was THE BEAUTIFUL by the young actor Petar Miloshevski, a Macedonian who graduated in acting in Sofia and now lives and works in London. He came with his own project, a project of the most fascinating kind, presenting a theatre full of metaphors, at once highly visual and spoken, in a uniquely original costume and mask. Petar is an actor/writer who packs his story with metaphors, transformations of the self, the aspiration to be different, birth as well as physical and moral decay... A beautiful theatre which has been honed over a long period of time, with a clear sense of purpose. As a result it has it all.
Liljana Mazova – Globus, weekly magazine
International Monodrama Festival - Yerevan, Armenia 2014
Festival’s overture was exquisite – THE BEAUTIFUL by Petar Miloshevski, UK. If you compare Petar at the press conference - a very young, blondish-bespectacled smart ass - and Petar on stage, the transformation couldn't have been more skilfully done.
On the darkened stage stood a strange creature - whether evil spirit, or an infernal bird with mesmerising green eyes. This being, tossed between masculine and feminine principles, tore apart the desire to find a different, male or female, but beautiful flesh. The actor commanded his body virtuously, the voice – ranging from smarmy to formidable - sounded like velvet breaking into falsetto. Regarding his costume – truly theatrical costume, piled and assorted as a puzzle, one can, at least, write a thesis. Briefly, fine! Particularly, even finer while observing this acting master-class resembling a true gem.
A theatre review published in the bulletin of the International Theatre Festival Mogilev, Belarus
I confess. I confess my dear reader that now I won’t be able to be as unbiased as I was for the other festival days. Because one work came and assessed the already “prepared dish”, dig deeper into it, and finally made slightly difficult for us to come to a conclusion: was it delicious, disgusting, overdone?... Another thing is to be its preparator. Because, somehow, we appreciate more a work made by one’s own hands. But why all this preamble of mine? Because of the chance to have had the opportunity to see this performance at our festival. THE BEAUTIFUL. This humble servant also made possible to put down the language barrier between the audience and the character*. Just a bit of “seasoning” to improve the taste and give some more flavour.
But let’s talk about the show - and in particular its protagonist. The first thing that struck me deeply was the performance and versatility of Petar Miloshevski. Script, directing, acting, lighting and set, even soundtrack - all done by him. That’s certainly the best illustration of the proverb: “If you want a thing done well, do it yourself”... That is perhaps why the show was at once so thoughtful and at the same time dramatically goluptious. Every movement, every flare of light, every inch of the stage - all measured and spelt out in detail. As for the show itself, words are futile. It just needs to be seen. Seen! Facial expressions, voice intonation, words, body plasticity... Petar has tried to create the perfect balance between all these parts in his show, for which I am incredibly thankful! It is alas so rare nowadays to encounter such dedication, so much devotion.
And the story itself... This is the point of course where it gets very, very controversial and requires a lot of thought. The storyline created by Petar is woven of several small plots, united by a common thread. Petar’s character is a man with a difficult and strange destiny. Actually, is it a person? Perhaps, but maybe not. It is rather a creature, with neither sex nor age - grand, beautiful, ugly and fierce at the same time. Frankly, I haven’t seen such an uneasy emotional performance for a long time. Love, hate, indifference, perversion, desire, ignorance, sexuality, fear... It is all one, united in the character. He is a tormented soul, tormented by prejudice. Some would say he was the victim of beauty, but look deeper – he is also a killer. Aren’t we all yearning for genuine beauty, yet always end up settling for a false one? For whenever beauty requires a sacrifice from us, in most cases we end up as cowards... Aren’t we spending absurd amounts of time on the fake presentation of beauty, abandoning dignity and conscience, which should be our path towards truth? These are all universal issues that everyone can and should ask themselves, but not everyone dares for such a frank discussion with oneself. But the truth of the matter is that Petar Miloshevski – is not everyone.
*Svetlana also made the subtitles for the show from English into Russian
Tristan Bates Theatre, London
The play lived up to its name, with Antonella Petraccaro-Gysler’s stunning costume, well-chosen music and skilful lighting, but the most striking aspect, among many, was the intensity and imagination of the acting itself. Miloshevski’s performance was part acting, part movement bordering on dance. This, along with the exotic costume and make-up, gave the impression of someone transported to Covent Garden from one of the more experimental of the Edwardian-era Ballets Russes performances.
The way the character he played went mad before our eyes, reinforced this impression, conjuring up the ghost of Vaslav Nijinsky, the ‘God of the Dance’ who could equally have been referred to as ‘The Beautiful’ and whose mind disintegrated in the course of the First World War. Madness and talent traditionally walk close beside each other, but rarely can the distance between them have been as narrow – or as shifting – as in Miloshevski’s extraordinary tour de force. This is a work that will no doubt be seen in many more festivals across Europe in future and if their judging panels share even a part of the enthusiasm shown by the audience at the Tristan Bates then its deviser and performer is in line for another clutch of well-deserved awards.
Theatreland Talks, London
Camden Fringe, London, 2011
HOPE, an original devised creation, powerfully portrayed the tumultuous moods of an isolated character, a remarkable Petar Miloshevski. Merging excerpts from emotionally fraught and revered texts facilitated Miloshevski’s incredibly dynamic and capable performance and acting skills. The demands of a physically and emotionally varied performance were met spectacularly as Miloshevski possessed a myriad of capable poise and sensitivity, merging supreme ability with both spoken and physical acting.
The Macedonian-born performer fluidly mastered feminine characteristics, sensually regaling a story of befallen love before lurching under the table a growling as a deranged, caged man. Flitting faultlessly between sensitivity and lunacy the performance crossed a wild spectrum from erotically charged to mania. The only shortfalls of the Milohevski’s entrancing act were moments of undefined diction and camp performance choice.
Kudos must be attributed to lighting technician Kristen Gilmore. Light strength faded and intensified revealing the changing position of Miloshevski on his lone piece of setting, a large wooden table. Strong white lights cast the solo performer menacingly in half-shadow when playing a depraved creature. Similarly, atmospheric blues and reds concentrated the stage in a reflection of the passion and morose content of Hope achieving a conspicuous atmosphere integral to the piece.
Hope suffered somewhat from a lack of dramatic empathy; whilst technically marvellous both in arrangement and performance, the piece needed to push beyond the audience barrier to produce affecting sentiment. We were undoubtedly witnessing the loan demise of an individual caught in his own pathos, the potential to truly disarm the audience, plummeting them into the demise, was sorely missed. The effect of adopted devices, such as striking single red glove and a two-chaired dining table, were interesting yet could have been utilised more. Miloshevski, for instance, could have more pointedly engaged with an empty chair (an invisible interlocutor) to strengthen his tremendously well-performed soliloquies.
Aesthetically engaging, nigh on faultlessly performed and intelligently devised, Hope was a somersaulting display of devised fringe theatre. Selected passages from literary classics and replicating famed styles contributed to an intelligent production. Hope was paradoxically hindered by the stalwart technical precision, the audience were spectators as opposed to engaged participants in a shared experience. I was unsure whether this alienation was intentional. Nevertheless, this is piece of theatre that was original, featuring an extraordinary performance from Petar Miloshevski. I highly anticipate Quirkas’ next production.
University Theatre, Bath
This intense 45 minute one-man performance by Macedonian Petar Miloshevski was also conceived and written by him. It's a combination of words, mime, dramatic lighting and music with the minimal props of one table and two chairs. It was followed by a Q&A session with the likeable author/performer.
The text, we are told, is a compilation, not always recognisable, by Checkhov, Strindberg, Shakespeare, Buchner, Tarkovsky and Dukovski with performance styles inspired by David Lynch, Ingmar Bergman, Checkov and Jerzy Grotowsky.
This was never going to be light entertainment, but should all this information matter, or should the performance stand on its own merits? I'm in favour of the latter and, rest assured, from that position, this tale of love, pain, death, paranoia, sex, drugs and no rock'n roll works.
Petar is a compelling performer: lithe, athletic, expressive, varying from minimal movement to exaggerated. He performs on, under, around the table, using it as his world.
Not always easy to follow, it nevertheless commands attention.
Hope has been performed around Europe, won awards, and Petar has received invitations to perform it in Russia and Belarus. His next planned piece, commissioned by The Old Vic Tunnels will be based on Gabriel Marquez' One Hundred Days of Solitude.
This may not be everyone's idea of an evening out at the theatre, but it certainly fills an important niche and was well attended at Bath Spa University Theatre, and well appreciated.