As a child was Ali Chahrour afraid of his father’s cousin, Leila. She earned a living as a professional gråterska, a poor shi’ite tradition in southern Lebanon, and represented the death of the boy.
Now, as an adult choreographer, lebanese Ali Chahrour received from his relative’s sorgekväde to create a locally rooted, but the generational keen performance. Thank you – it is still January, but a more beautiful and more spiritual scenupplevelse I find it hard to see that I will be with in the year.
Ali Chahrour and the musicians, Ali Hout and Abed Kobeissi, who most resembles a trio skäggfagra hipsters, stands on the stage and humming low. When they sued up in the song, they will be joined by a cinderella dressed Leila Chahrour, as she takes the tone is the show’s midpoint.
Shiite ye offer not only the tears, in their acquisition is to gather or create the poetry and song, movements, and prayers that represent the deceased and is performed during funerals to help the grieving.
When Leila gently rotating his wrists, she started Ali Chahrour, who, like a puppet takes on the roles of the deceased,
the Song is in Arabic, but subtitled to English. The 54-year-old trebarnsmamman also tells his life story. With its sorrows; she has buried her parents, four brothers, a sister and her husband. But there are also memories of a bright childhood and a rebellious youth, when love, and she, compelled by the instant coffee, marries against her parents ‘ wishes.
but when Leila gently rotating his wrists, she puts in the time, Ali Chahrour, who, like a puppet takes on the roles of the departed. In one sequence he beats himself in the head increasingly desperate, as if grief could be banked from the body. In another are staged a quiet funeral in the falling rose petals. Everything in symbiosis with My voice and the almost hypnotic live music.
Many religious symbols, go me certainly past, yet it is liberating to meet muslim rituals beyond the news and Hollywoodska stereotypes.
Objections? Well, ”Leila’s death” is not for everyone. A few malfunctions also out through the crowded aisle. The other gives the performers a standing ovation. Myself, I forget almost of my role as a critic and let me are lulled to sleep by Leila sorgekväde, as many others have done before me. The worn out expression, that in grief we are all the same, it gets so noticeable is this, in fact revitalizing, night.
continuing ye shows how she harbors all the world’s sadness in his stout body, and converts it to styrkesång, it would be idiocy not to let himself be surrounded by the comfort it brings. If only until the last note faded out.
