Body of Evidence hurt. It made me angry, made me want to leave. But as the lights came up after the last waves of James Webb’s surreal amplified sounds of bodily organs receded, and the manic, incoherent ranting of the performers subsided, I realised that in the face of this production I was merely a mouse herded through an intricate maze of passages – akin to the skin, bone, muscle and sinew projected throughout the performance – into a dead end where all I could do was applaud in order to secure my freedom. more_link_text Related posts:You wanna know what to see? Carmen: Simply superb! Alice goes Afro-gothic