In I, Juliet Binoche and Akram Khan

We made extraordinary efforts to see this production. In addition to purchasing the tickets months in advance, we cut short our work days to drive to Brooklyn during afternoon rush hour. We knew to expect something out of the ordinary: a performance piece that asked an actor to dance and a dancer to act. And that erasure of boundaries was certainly daring. Moreover many visual elements, especially the moving wall that gradually creeped on the audience and created a sense of cramped foreboding, were engaging.

But the dancer and the actor forgot to engage a playwright. Where the narrative wasn't trite, it was disjointed.

After all the efforts we'd made to see it, I wished the producers had made the effort to create a more compelling narrative structure.

Recommend, with caveats