Portland Center Stage
July 24, 2009
Review by peanutduck
It’s easy to release imagination to the sweeping waves of metaphor; forceful characters; radiant yet lonely photographic, mythic, and linguistic imagery; delicate, mournful sounds of Naomi Iizuka’s polymorphous Japans. Eventually I got lost in the rapid-fire blackmails, time swapping, proliferate unveiling of untruths; occasionally Iizuka overwrites, unnecessarily explaining her story.
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