and now…the Impersonator
Split in two, it is not exactly clear who imersonates who. Adding to that, the two try
to deny each others existence. There’s some boxing and bad language involved in the
effort.
his and his…Mother
Her breathing remains constant. She soundly ignores frequent revolver shots blasting
inside a metal picnic basket. She doesn’t speak, only resolts to quiet singing when
the curtain goes down, though she can hardly outperform the hum of flames consuming the
auditorium.
the Impersonator…shopping
“You want me to get you anything?” he asks when leaving the stage. We are left with a
synchronious footage of his journey to a very local shop. There he snatches a pink
hopping ball from under a surprised girl.
Hoppity hop, back to the stage he comes. He is early, the movie still shows him outside.
the Impersonator…stripping
He takes a TV, placing it in front of his head. The very same face appears on the
screen.He moves the TV down, and it works as an X-ray stripping device.
The screen exposes his hairy neck…belly…he stops where it is highly
(un)expected and (un)desired.
He moves the TV up, but the image gets stuck on the screen. He puts the
TV on the floor, rushes to the first row, grabs my bag and covers the glowing image of
his penis.
the Audience…drinking
We end up on the stage, offered shots of vodka by the mother. The curtain goes down,
and we watch another video – the impersonator dancing with a can of petrol
among the rows of seats. He produces a match. There is a familliar sound of a
liquid very keen to go ablaze. Hop hop hey!
Pink Orthodox by Shunt
(performance)
