It is not Holby City. In fact there appear to be no patients at all in this remote hospital, staffed by nurses on what might be a military airbase where the army is pulling out. So the women must find somebody to whom they can offer pain relief and that means that somebody must suffer the pain.
Occasionally, in Jo Stromgren's strongly choreographed theatre dance piece, a door swings open to hide the evidence, but you've no doubt from the thumps and screams that violent self-abuse is taking place. Pretty soon the afflicted are being soothed with bandages and plaster, but there is no end of this cycle of self-harm and medication. There is sadism in this pain relief.
This has much to say about the way we allow ourselves to be institutionalised and about the retreat into ritual. It is meaty, visually compelling stuff. But Stromgren's view of these women - as hysterical as girls in a boarding school, self-abusing, repressed - is so reactionary that I couldn't stomach it.
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