Watching this production was like flicking through TV channels that only feature Disney films and scenes from mental asylums. Thus it’s hard not to imagine the writer as a philosopher with a bipolar disorder. But I loved it.
Ti.Me by Cwmni Pluen explores the melancholic realism about what we’re conditioned to believe about love. It questions the very nature of fate, and to what extent that it even exists, whilst revealing the hopeless naivety of the human condition.
Is it some grand illusion that we blindly tie ourselves to?
Although the play was successful in conveying so much emotion about this universal, yet very personal issue in such a short space of time, the anachronic order of the plot was sometimes difficult to follow, so it was hard to not think that the company were trying to outdo themselves with creativity
The lighting was generally easier to interpret than the choreography, but that’s not to criticise the actors, Heledd Gwynn and Alan Humphreys . In fact, they were the main reason for the productions success. It’s rare to find a play where the performers appear to completely lose themselves in their characters, as though even they were convinced of the world they create.
To put it simply: The play follows a couple who experience the joys and pains of love. Brought up and down by so-called ‘fate’, like a brilliantly messed up Cinderella story.