Cold Blood is a unique experience of cinema, theatre, dance and music brought to us by Kiss and Cry Collective. It brings us on a journey through time and space and life and death (seven to be exact). The short stories are told using the performers’ fingers and a soothing narrative.
Unlike anything you will have ever seen before and the standing ovation at the end was a testament to the genius of this piece.
The audience’s attention is divided between the cinema screen and the performers, cameramen, lighting technicians and object manipulators scurrying about in a creative flurry on the stage. This piece is a poetic exploration of the miniature, where tiny stage sets appear enormous when projected onto the screen.
The level of imagination, detail and creativity in this show is phenomenal. We are brought on a car journey, to a drive-though cinema, into a strip club, into a lonely apartment complex and into space. The fingers tap dance in the style of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers with silver thimbles on their tips. They slide around a pole, they wander through a forest and they caress each other drawing our attention to the intimacy that comes with our sense of touch.
The narrator tells the story of these seven deaths with reflection, honesty and humour. In the dark it is hard to not let the powerful imagery; music and narration wash over you and encourage you to reflect on your own existence.
The creators use water, cotton wool, flowers, smoke machines, and fairy lights to create stunning kaleidoscopic images. In this show, half of your attention is given to the stunning imagery and performance and the other half is spent pondering over the mechanics behind this whole intricate operation.
Cold Blood is unlike anything you will have ever seen before and the standing ovation at the end was a testament to the genius of this piece. However unlike what the title suggests I left this show with a warm heart utterly mesmerised by what I had just experienced.