An eerie and radiant sculpture, seemingly made of foil, marks the centre of the circular black stage. Soon, its surface starts throbbing and shuddering, moved from the inside by the two dancers. Its shape constantly changes, and soon it ‘falls apart’ as the performers break what first seemed a singular entity. What is the inner force that moves this mass? What is its agency? Does it have emotions? These questions kept buzzing in my head until the startling last minutes of the piece.

The final scenes of the show conspire to be both unexpected and firmly embedded in the work’s overall dramaturgy. The dancers regain their verticality, slowly emerging from their other-worldly shells – but instead of greeting the audience, they swiftly engage in a series of sophisticated locks and tense holds that keep the foil surface fluttering. The veil of fiction is lifted, all tricks unravelled. The way in which Demestri and Lefeuvre lay bare their method and play between moving and being moved is disarmingly honest and refreshingly smart.