It is visually and auditively enchanting – a woman with an orange dress in a semi-transparent box singing a protest or a lament song to the (white, colonist) man, thus re-creating a tradition from the 1920's in Nigeria. But somehow “Poor People´s TV Room SOLO” gets stuck in the performative choices made: if a box has four sides, then the performer has to address the audience behind each of them, and you know that eventually she'll break out of there. There're also videos from today projected on one big screen that don't really add that much. I'm not even sure if it's because of the distance of the screen from the performer or the chaotic manner of what is shown on screen (close-ups of an old lady's face, then young girls dancing and then a big fire) but the dialogue between the lyrics of the song and what's shown on screen was too scarce and excessive at the same time.
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