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Five chairs are occupied, at least some of the time, by five women of different ages. Early in the show they perform the kind of Samoan dance familiar to many of us: sensuous, smiling, precise.
There’s a funny little sequence about pisupo, the fatty, largely nutrient-free tinned corned beef exported from New Zealand to Pacific countries by the ton.
The mood darkens as stereotypes give way to shocking content about the many prohibitions imposed on young women by their elders, and casual and domestic abuse and violence.
Religion and superstition add to the complexity. The ‘‘wild dogs’’ motif is a recurring and unsettling challenge to tradition and conformity.
Village life is contrasted with the lure of Apia’s bright lights and the chance of anonymity, and with life in New Zealand, where things are different again.
Acting, singing and dancing are impressive, and ensemble work by Anapela Polata’ivao, Petmal Lam, Joanna Mika-Tola, Ilaisaane Green and Vaimaila Urale Baker, cannot be faulted. Bold lighting adds enormously to visual interest,
The show is based on ground-breaking poems by Tusiata Avia, and this stunning, award-winning production, directed by Avia’s cousin Victor Rodger, has been developed from an earlier solo version (seen in Dunedin in 2002).
Fierce, colourful, loud and explosive, Wild Dogs under My Skirt mercilessly attacks the “Pacific princess’’ image and bravely confronts what it means to be, and to be seen as, a Samoan woman, in Samoa or elsewhere.
Friday night's audience gave it a well-deserved standing ovation.