You Got Me But Baby I Got You
Responding to Thrashing Without Looking.
A feisty party game I got to play twice – first as what I’d call ‘predator’, and then second as ‘prey’. The audience is divided and there are no spectators here – except perhaps the Aphids crew, who bring us twelve-at-a-time into their latest private experiment in live cinema.
The four predators convene around a high table of champagne glasses, perched anxiously on bar stools with no idea what we’ve just walked into. We make small talk about awkward first dates before our mischievous host brings us back to the menu. We’ve each been given a smorgasbord of hypotheticals about our ideal first date, and begin to make choices that we’re quietly sensing might be about to become realities. Would I go for table tennis, or dinner, or just kissing all night long? I can see a packet of tic tacs sitting discretely on the table.
We’re making a karaoke video clip and the four of us are about to play starring roles. Our host introduces the crew and the cameras. The eight people I just stood next to in the foyer are now stranded in the middle of the arena, strapped into video goggles and unaware – or all too aware – that they themselves are being watched. I just filled out a list of my preferences, but I was certainly not in control.

It’s the racing mind that makes Thrashing so titillating. As prey I felt like the butt of a cruel joke, learning very early on that you’re one of the singles in the video, consciously being picked or not picked by other audience members. As potential dates quickly came and went, giving me champagne and then taking it away, the desire in me to maximise each moment waged war with the self-awareness that made me constantly adjust my posture and retreat into my shell. The hollow sensation of unrequited romance washed over me in glorious slow motion.
But as predator it was bewilderingly fast. Acting on snap decisions and looking only for immediate gratification I made the worst small talk, danced dirty against unwilling strangers, and did indeed kiss all night long. Our conquests were documented and fed live into the goggles of our prey – we were making this video for our own entertainment.
From either side – and much like most first dates – it seemed impossible to win. The twelve of us had completely different experiences of this work, and the gulf between me and my date could never really be crossed. When the goggles came off we all rushed to shake hands, and swap stories and internal monologues and half-dreams. Thrashing is a filmically mediated reconstruction of the dating game, mixing volatile intimate encounters between strangers with that slightly numb feeling that comes from the realisation that your dream date is the stuff of stock footage.
At the shows finale I slow-danced with a stranger who couldn’t see me, but held me close. We swayed softly together to the music of Wendy Mathews. Later that night I shared an awkward gin and tonic with a stranger as we sat listening to the very same song, in French.
Thrashing Without Looking saw me coming.
Mark Pritchard lives in Melbourne and makes theatre. He trained at the VCA, UOW and PACT, and is a Kickstart artist for the 2012 Next Wave Festival.
Thrashing Without Looking was presented by Aphids at Artshouse.Created by Martyn Coutts, Tristan Meecham, Elizabeth Dunn, Lara Thoms and Willoh S Weiland. Sound design by Alan Nguyen.
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Photos by Bryony Jackson






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