The Red Shoes in Brooklyn
I stumbled upon a review in the New York Times last month, methodically filing it away for a future post. Alas life and school intruded.
It was a review for a new production of Hans Christian Andersen’s very macabre The Red Shoes , this production appears particularly gruesome.
Kneehigh Theatre production of the Red shoes
Through Dec. 12th 2010
I’m not sure what dear Han’s would think of this staging; but it isn’t at all surprising that this dark tale found such a bloody expression.
b. April 2nd 1805
d. August 4th 1875
painting by Christian Albrecht Jensen
You might want to re-read his marvelous tale for yourself, it has been ages since I last read Andersen’s work, it is still quite captivating.
Although I may prefer more conventional interpretations,
After seeing the “trailer” from the Kneehigh production, the 1947 film version seems particularly insipid.
In the end, I really enjoy how our cultural heritage is so open to interpretation; this doll shocked and intrigued me, still not sure what I feel about it.
a bit of a stretch from this…
Putting this together I was thinking of my kind friend Kendra of the truly wonderful blog Porcelains and Peacocks. We share a love for the work of Andersen, and many other great tales from our childhood. I want to share my favorite HCA story with Kendra ( and whoever else may be interested) The Old House. It is a viually rich story of the life and death of an old house, creeky, outdated, richly ornamented, it seemed magical when I was a boy. Andersen had a special gift in making inanimate object seem sentient, because of that empathy, I became more inclined to be sensitive. Often when I am brash and self centered I remember Andersen’s tales of doomed houses and chipped mandarin tchotchke.
Have a great weekend,