Taking multimedia representations of young women as its inspiration,
More of a glitzy fan club manifesto than any kind of real, critical tribute.
The hour-long montage of soundtracks, film clips, and quoted screenplays – interspersed with sexting parodies, onions rubbed into faces, and fast foodstuffs pulled out of every conceivable item of clothing – all aim for humour but come across as bemusing rather than amusing, vaguely odd rather than intriguingly strange. A lack of professionalism underpins the whole piece, muddling the performance without any display of technical skill or even finesse of thought in the handling of her source materials.
At every stage, the intention and execution lack purpose, resorting to pointing at scraps of popular media rather than doing anything with them. An ill-judged impersonation of Nicki Minaj during a lip-sync to Hey Mama – complete with a packed-out 'booty' under her skirt - is one of the many ways Croft shows an astonishing lack of self-awareness.
If There's Not Dancing at the Revolution, I'm Not Coming certainly had potential for a playful critique of performative gender roles and the two-dimensional treatment of women in popular media, as visual objects in the cinematic landscape. But this performance seems stuck at an amateur level: more of a glitzy fan club manifesto than any kind of real, critical tribute.
