I really wanted to review Karen Ruimy’s Zik’r, here’s what happened.
Some things aren’t meant to happen, reviewing Zik’r was one of them.
The last time I reviewed something by Karen Ruimy I was not particularly impressed. However, that was Flamenco Flamenka back in 2008 and I was looking forward to seeing what had changed. I had no idea how I’d find the dance, but knew the set would be stunning and the music evocative and well considered especially since it involved Killing Joke bassist Youth.
I had arranged to go on the opening night, but was too ill. Even now, 7 years later, the post ME hits me badly sometimes – and for two days it had me horizontal and good for nothing other than sleep. The PR was lovely and agreed that I could go to review it two days later. I was surprised and appreciative, the production only has a short run and I would have understood if she had said no.
I arranged to meet my God-Daughter there and we’d see it together. She had to arrange to leave work early to get to the show on time. I had allowed double the time I needed to get there from a meeting and some extra time to eat, but my car wouldn’t start. My car always starts – really – so while I’m still worried about the car, I was sure I’d get there in time because of all the time I had allowed. Once on the platform an announcement told me that the Central Line had severe delays. I still was sure I’d arrive in time. If the worst came to the worst I’d just skip my snack. After a wait, it took 20 minutes to go two stops and we were asked to alight, and found the train going backwards later. After more waiting, when it was clear I couldn’t get there in time I gave up and went home.
The PR was really understanding and arranged a ticket for the performance on Friday. That day, two lovely friends were getting married in Twickenham at 2pm. Not wanting to spoil my light-coloured clothes on the tube, I borrowed my mother’s car to get there. Mum needed the car that evening but since the service stopped at 2.30pm and the photos at 3pm, I told her I’d easily get the car back to her in time.
Little did I know! Had I been 10 minutes later I’d have let her down and the friends she was meeting that night. I arrived at hers with 40 minutes to spare before the evening’s performance. When the tube works well it takes an hour door-to-door, so I gave up again and went home. I couldn’t face telling the PR though, so I’m sorry Rebecca. I’ll find a way to make it up to you.
I don’t have any because I wasn’t there. I found someone else’s review for you:
I don’t have any of these either. Here are some photos instead.
Does it meet the hype, would I recommend it and would I go again?
Err… Sorry I can’t say. The pictures make it look great though.