
REVIEW
Florentina Holzinger: Apollon


The female anti-muses of Florentina Holzinger’s Apollon.

Dance gets down and dirty – but is it worth the gross-out?
What is the last taboo in theatre? Clearly not nudity; that bar has been surpassed, not least in contemporary dance. Defecating on stage? It’s certainly nauseating but in Florentina Holzinger’s Apollon it seems simply the result of a show staunchly ripping into any notion of feminine delicacy and restraint. The six naked women of Apollon slap each other, pull balloons out of their vaginas, and career around as manic cowboys. Whether their self-inflicted mutilations are always real is irrelevant: revulsion…

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