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Melissa Corkhill

By Melissa Corkhill

01st February 2017

Trampolines, smashed crockery, ghostly goings-on … the annual gala of physical theatre shows no sign of slowing down

Melissa Corkhill

By Melissa Corkhill

01st February 2017

Melissa Corkhill

By Melissa Corkhill

01st February 2017

At Central St Martins’ Platform theatre, two men – maybe brothers but possibly doppelgangers – run around the stage clucking like chickens and bounce on a trampoline, in the show Barons Perches. At the Lilian Baylis Studio, Whispers finds a woman spewing red flowers from her mouth like a medium emitting ectoplasm during a seance. At the Peacock theatre, a polite afternoon tea party with added juggling turns sour and vicious in Smashed.

Welcome to the world of the London international mime festival (LIMF), celebrating its 40th anniversary this year and showing not the slightest sign of middle age. In fact, the festival seems more sprightly and essential than ever, with wide-ranging, often quixotic performances from homegrown and international companies.

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