Wee, Monsieur

When it comes to contemporary dance, German-based Tom Plischke is a whiz kid. He demonstrated that literally in a performance last Monday by urinating on stage at the Flynn. Plischke portrayed a benevolent but possibly addled innocent in a solo piece that, according to the program, concerns coping with being in the world. It was one of two works presented in a show of new dance from Germany and Canada. Local dancer Sarah Brutzman watched from the front row as the articulate young choreographer ran through dramatic falls, repetitive motions and quotidian gestures, such as combing his hair. But none of it prepared her for the moment he came downstage with a look of nonchalance like he was waiting for a subway and drained the main vein. It was apparent there was no mistake, so we sort of went along with it, she recalls. At the same time it was like, Whoa. Plischke went on to dance in the wet spot before dropping trou, wiping down his legs and changing into a new pair of pants. Granted, its not public blood-letting, which has also been done on stage, but still somewhat shocking for sit-down audiences in Burlington. This is the second time someone has pissed on our stage, but at least the last artist had the courtesy to do it in a bucket, artistic director Arnie Malina jokes a good-natured reference to a past performance by the Montréal-based Compagnie Marie Chouinard. Calling Plischke a thoughtful young artist, Malina concedes that although his public pee made the audience uncomfortable, it also elicited empathy from the crowd, as intended. And a certain amount of wonder too. Its hard enough just going to a urinal, Malina offers. You know, some people are what they call pee shy. Apparently they are timid about speaking their minds, too. During the post-performance question-and-answer period, not a single person asked Plischke about his unexpected artistic accident. Nor did anyone make the connection between his trickle-down effects and the sponsor of the show: Hydro-Quebec.

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