Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes

I attended TUTA's industry night performance of Tracks last night and amidst the dystopia of war, murder, rape, and all out nihilism that was laid bare in front of me, the most frightening part was the structure. Aside from a brief coda, Milena Markovic has denied the audience any sense of rising or falling action or even climax. Each scene is as urgent (or, for these teens, sadistically banal) as the last, because there's nothing to rise towards anyway. In a hopeless society, you do what you have to and you do what you want to and it's all the same either way you slice it. Harrowing stuff, indeed.

Kudos to TUTA for an engrossing production (especially the smooth, thus jarring, transitions into the musical numbers) and very especially to Keith D. Gallagher, who will be receiving much notice for the innate unrealized despair of his Hero.

P.Rekk
2007