The Car Man

Matthew Bourne’s The Car Man was a contemporary dance show in the Hippodrome. I was trying to work out what to say about it, because I don’t really know anything about dance, I’m a bit like a child walking into a cinema; I’ve got no frame of reference. I could have described the way that they’d transposed Bizet’s Carmen into a Dust-bowl era American town, population 374, or the way that the dancers threw themselves about with abandon. The warning notice on the door does a much better job than me. It warned that the performance contains:

“Strobe lighting, gunshots, smoking on stage, simulated sex scenes, full frontal nudity and… angle grinding.”