I’ve experienced ‘Skin Hunger’ twice before. My last review can be found here: SKIN HUNGER – Theatreview/
Then, the show had a larger cast, now it’s a solo work. I call it ‘Skin Hunger – Solo’.
The original has been around the block, toured, evolved, changed lives, educated, titillated, provided work for actors and crew, been therapeutic, and, of course, entertained. There’s a good chance that, being a discerning theatre goer, you think you’ve already seen it and had your withers wrung (in a good way).
You may ask yourself, as I’m ashamed to admit I did, that, excellent though it was the first time around, do I really want another dose of ‘grief makes you horny’ and all its accoutrements when the heartache of Gaza and the Ukraine and all the killing of kids is making me want anything but?
Turns out it was exactly what I wanted – and needed – even though I questioned this at the time.
My ‘plus one’ had been to a meeting or some such dullary and hadn’t come with me the first time so she was keen. My son, age 21 had come with me the first time, and jumped at the chance to see it again.
So, decision made, we’re off to Q Loft.
Q Loft is my favourite small theatre since the demise of the Maidment Studio, and Tatiana Hotere is one of my absolute favourite actors currently working. She’s also one of my favourite writers, directors, producers, marketers, gracious hosts etc which leads me to this: if any production has earned arts funding, it’s ‘Skin Hunger’, and if any artist deserves full support, it’s Hotere.
Her potential, like her talent, is infinite.
So, come on funders, do your job!
Right from the lowering of the house lights it’s clear that this show has evolved. The set is different – the same, but different – and Hotere is gentler, engages more personally with her audience, welcomes us in, and we go willingly. Speeches about happiness and mental health hit home. Hotere is more available, more vulnerable tonight, than I’ve ever seen her before.
I am aware that there have been cruel, negative comments from fundamentalist evangelicals who see ‘Skin Hunger’ as an attack on Christianity, an attack that’s buried somewhere deep in all the eclectic talk of sex, the church, and finding oneself, an attack that is, in my view, completely without substance. Hotere’s experiences with Roman Catholicism in her home country mirror those of countless young women the world over and are handled truthfully, and with almost tender affection.
Clever Hotere though, she leaves any judgement of the clerical behaviour she speaks of, to us.
There is judicious trimming of the male characters from the earlier production which makes for a better balance but with no loss of the earthy bloke comedy embedded in the work. We understand without ponging it, where she went to seek solace, and this new subtlety is more than welcome. ‘Swiping right’ remains hilarious and the use of props to determine any future paramour – or six if possible – is truly funny.
Hotere really hits her straps when playing both herself and a drunken friend, and her use of vocal signals, body language, and visual triggers to isolate the two characters is not only very smart it’s also beautifully realised. Similarly, the relationship with her ultra-conservative, almost prudish, sister is enacted, this time, through phone calls and voice-over which result in our feeling quite conflicted – we disapprove of the sister’s interfering, but we like her too, and for the very same reasons.
There’s also a more tangible focus on growth and change and these qualities, embedded early, are more often than not delivered with wit and gentle humour – the feeling of being ‘happy sad’, discovering that first grey hair, the excitement of good sex after a long wait, and the feeling that you’re cheating on your ex simply because what you’re doing is new and different.
Structurally, the text is richer, more subtle, going for ‘piccoli orgasmi multipli’ rather than the ‘starnuto grande’ of the original. Not to deride ‘the big sneeze’ but in this work ’many small sneezes’ opens us up and prepares us best for the restorative denouement that subsequently satisfies us most.
I suspect Hotere’s newly crafted lens on her autobiographical piece reflects well on the work she has done on herself to reach where she is today. It can’t be easy, having chosen a cathartic way to come to terms with a tragedy of the magnitude of losing your husband, to then have to live with the minutiae of it every day while crafting the text, then again in rehearsal, and ultimately, again, in performance in front of people you don’t even know every night for months, and maybe years, and to know it’s all your own choice. It takes courage in a rainbow of hues to adopt this approach and Hotere has that sort of courage by the palette full.
Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t Beethoven’s ‘Fifth’ or Handel’s ‘Messiah’, this is a chamber work, intimate, up close, probing, and revealing. More Bartok than Stravinsky, more Ibsen than Shakespeare, more Vermeer than Michelangelo, more to my taste than not. ‘Skin Hunger’ has lost nothing and gained much in it’s reworking. Rather like a master work which, when x-rayed, shows the painter’s earlier dabbling, the roadmap to excellence, an excellence which has been achieved later – and for ‘Skin Hunger’ that later is now.
I’ve purposely left the best until last.
An event in 2019, which I won’t elaborate on, has provided Hotere with her final metaphor and the inspiration we all need to move past the grief she’s shared with us, a grief that we now share with her, without in any way hiding from it or proclaiming some false closure. It’s profound, and magnificent, in the way if pulls all the threads together and has them spell ‘hope’.
There were tears in the dark (me) and tears in the foyer (my plus one).
One the way home my wonderful son exercised his Aspergers and jumped track from ‘Skin Hunger’ to anime and the zombie apocalypse. He knew exactly what he was doing, and why.
I can’t help but think the late Mr Hotere, from what I’ve learned of him, would have totally approved.
Please put ‘Skin Hunger -Solo’ on your ‘must-see’ list even if you think you’ve seen it before.
You haven’t, ‘Skin Hunger – Solo’ is a different show, and one you should see.
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