RADAR DOUBLE BILL: Venus/Mars & Heartache.Heartbreak

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Venus/Mars
Venus/Mars is a play unapologetically about words…

Sex words, come here I hate you words, teasing words, small words, big words, bitter words, love words, grey words, our words, your words.

“She’s smiling again, stunning, I like this girl.
Neither of us wanna let go. The lights flash, end
of night looms. I motion her forward. “Let’s dance,
it’s the last song.”

Daniel and Michelle first cross paths on the dance floor and gradually become an item. But they soon realise that relationships don’t always have fairytale endings.

Sexual attraction soon gives way to negotiating the complexities of a grown-up relationship; toward a definition of what it really means to share your life with someone.

Set amongst the back drop of London’s bright city lights, this lyrical and poetic play explores love and intimacy in 21st century London with live music and exclusive soundtrack from Radio 1 DJ Dev.
The World Premier of Venus/Mars was at Old Red Lion Theatre

Heartache.Heartbreak

An on-going gift of a work by Bryony Kimmings. Heartache.Heartbreak. is an endless letter to lost loves across the world. Begun in Portugal as part of a Forest Fringe residency this durational work seeks to eradicate loneliness, love pains and stupid tears by turning heartache and heartbreak into objects of ridicule. This Autumn Kimmings lands in Shepherds Bush and asks its residents for its cures for heartache. Connecting to the psyche of an area, asking its community for soul soup and stories, Kimmings then creates small pieces of performance for those who help her. Each evening these are played out like a jukebox of agony aunt solutions, old wives tales and straight talking slaps. This show is for anyone whose ever cried into soup alone, banged down doors or grasped at their chest in the night. Quick witted, endlessly chatted and oh so totally true… join Kimmings as she fights heartache and laughs right at love!

DATES AND DETAILS
Saturday 9 November, 7.30pm, £15 (£13 concessions and £10 Under26/ Bush connect tickets)
Price of ticket includes admission to both shows

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