Watching this production was like flicking through TV channels that only feature Disney films and scenes from mental asylums. Thus it’s hard not to imagine the writer as a philosopher with a bipolar disorder. But I loved it.
Ti.Me by Cwmni Pluen explores the melancholic realism about what we’re conditioned to believe about love. It questions the very nature of fate, and to what extent that it even exists, whilst revealing the hopeless naivety of the human condition.
Is it some grand illusion that we blindly tie ourselves to?
Although the play was successful in conveying so much emotion about this universal, yet very personal issue in such a short space of time, the anachronic order of the plot was sometimes difficult to follow, so it was hard to not think that the company were trying to outdo themselves with creativity
The lighting was generally easier to interpret than the…
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