Review: Perfect Days

A man wanders the lonely city streets in his car, surveying his surroundings. He’s not a man of many words, preferring to let his music (an eclectic selection that ranges from Velvet Underground to Nina Simone) do the talking for him. The audience are forced to gain meaning from music, imagery and sound as our protagonist emotes with still facial expressions and minimal body language. When he does eventually speak, short, laconic phrases are all he deigns to offer, and he can command authority and obedience simply by holding out his hand.

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