It was the most painful performance of any kind I've ever been subjected to. There was so much oddness I don't know where to begin. There were these video balls that kept dropping from the ceiling with various wierdness on them (spinning ovaries??). The dancing was highly technical and strange. There were many moments of silence where all you could hear were the dancer's feet tapping on the ground as they walked around like ducks or flapped their arms like some very odd birds, often breaking into random waltzes, sometimes man on man.

This went on for nearly two hours solid with no break in between. I think they were afraid that if they broke for intermission, people would leave. I'll be honest - that was our plan.

It was like being trapped in a room for two hours with nothing to look at but a Jackson Pollock painting; A piece of highly unusual "art" that about 5 people in the universe can understand or even want to. The kind of art that can only be appreciated after some experimentation with some, in Austen Powers speak, "mind expanding drugs".

My friend took the opportunity to have a nap during the show, which was probably the best use of time. One person in the audience kept doing loud sarcastic clapping before each piece ended to "hint" at them to please stop with the torture. Some of us were laughing and it wasn't supposed to be funny.

I've had the pleasure of being invited to several awesome shows at the Hummingbird, which I thoroughly enjoyed and I will continue to remain hopeful and positive that there will be many more fine performances to come - but this was not one of them.