A screened performance is just that - lacking a third dimension and therefore, inevitably, somewhat flat. The human connection between a live dancing body of muscle, skin, bone and blood, and the audience, the spark between them that makes the heart sing, just cannot happen.
It remains more of a comic book experience, brightly coloured and surely smart but lacking a satisfying roundness of form.
This Shadowland is also from a distinctly murky shadow side. Its creative explosions are held together by an adolescent girl's dream/nightmare. A wild chase involves axe-wielding creatures who want to cook her in their missionary sized pot, an enormous hand reaches out of the darkness to rip off her head and replace it with that of a dog, she is kidnapped into a ghastly sort of circus, and dallies with a centaur - and her babydoll pyjamas suffer a distinct deconstruction by the end, making the content seem somewhat at odds with the recommendation of suitability for those eight years and up.
But it all ends on a high note, with the show's final shots, custom-made for each city it plays in, and for us featuring the Skytower, a kiwi, an Eden Park haka and goalposts and those remarkable bodies spelling out some of our most cheerful colloquialisms.
What: Shadowland
Where: The Civic, to June 8