They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

Hi everyone! I've been thinking about Luc's comment about the bed. People sure are getting short-sheeted, and all the yanking of the sheets has uncovered our base needs & base greed. I've also been thinking about the movie They Shoot Horses, Don't They? Have you seen it? It takes place during the great depression and follows people competing in a dog-eat-dog dance marathon. I love the idea of people dancing for their own survival. This gave me an idea: it would be cool to do an endurance piece--a very loose, avant-garde take on a sort of dance marathon in which viewers could come watch any time between X and Y. This piece could be "about" the collapse of the economy. Like in the movie (although I am by no means suggesting we copy the movie), the dance competition could UNCOVER the base, animalistic drives of the competitors. And the competition could involve couples dancing out their interdependence on each other, their responsibility to keep on going and not let their partners (fall) down. I've been working with the aesthetics of endurance in my own work, lately, and while I've had a mostly ironic take on it--with our short attention spans, endurance art becomes 44 minute karaoke--but i can imagine a reevaluation of the notion of time post-collapse. Would it be crazy to do a 4 or 5 hour piece? Anyway, this was just an idea sparked by Luc's post about the sheets.