There’s a lot of camouflage in
They successfully create the tension that must come from being confined in close quarters under such desperate conditions
The unspecified time the two of them have spent in this confined space is beginning to take its toll. They are both confused and their minds are working in strange ways, indeed time itself is confused: yesterday, today, tomorrow and last year are all beginning to merge. Each one often has doubts about the veracity of what the other says. They both have memory losses, because it’s hard to remember things out there, but they still manage to reminisce. They disagree, argue, then say sorry and make up. They have a seemingly meaningless mantra that things “are not mutually exclusive” and that “there’s more to life than money, sex and my amazing career”. Then there are the babies: dead ones, imagined ones, half alive ones and ones they’ve made, but more importantly there is no vodka.
Sarah Cullinan and Natalia Sledz give equally measured performances and interact comfortably with each other. They successfully create the tension that must come from being confined in close quarters under such desperate conditions. They are a team working together yet create recognisably different characters. Their timing, the pauses and the inflections all do justice to this Pinteresque script, suggesting that even the dialogue is many places is a camouflage for things they feel but do not want to say
The set is striking, but given the context it looks clinically clean as do the the two soldiers whose uniforms seem not to have a mark on them. The fake automatic rifle looks just that and really adds nothing to the sense of this being a military situation. There is no sound of guns and apparently no imminent danger of attack.
Time in the desert passes slowly in Dropped and perhaps that is intentional. There are many lows and very few highs. Life seems to be loop recording that just keeps on playing without going anywhere: interesting rather than moving; curious rather than compelling.