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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Review: Elektra: A Play "Without Comfort"


Yanna McIntosh as Elektra. Photo by Cylla von Tiedemann.
Elektra, by Sophocles
Translation by Anne Carson

The story: Elektra, princess of the house of Atreus, has been a state of grief and lament since her mother Clytemestra and her lover Agisthos killed her father, King Agamemnon. As she awaits the return of her brother Orestes - smuggled out of the palace as a baby and raised in Phocis - she continues to rage against her mother while a chorus of women and her sister Chrysothemis urge her to moderate her temper. What neither they nor Elektra realizes, is that Orestes has already returned, bent on the revenge Elektra has long wanted.

Elektra, according to actress Fiona Shaw, "is a play without comfort."* Be ready for this when you see it (because see it you should) and be ready to work hard at understanding why.

The staging is brilliant, there is no denying. Even if much of the director's symbolism goes over one's head, one can tell each choice was carefully, deliberately executed - like a surgeon - and that alone is admirable. But symbolism that no one understands is an urn of a different colour.
Ian Lake as Orestes.
Photo by Cylla von Tiedemann.
This refers here to only one character - Orestes. It may be that the choices the director made for Ian Lake's role were all to highlight Elektra's strength of character, by showing Orestes' weakness. He lies semi-naked, caressing the broken statue of his father, Agamemnon. He is cradled like an infant by his unspeaking friend Pylades (EB Smith). He remains buried for 40 minutes in a glass coffin  - hiding - while the Chorus, Elektra and Clytemestra come and go around him. He returns dressed as a Hitler Youth for the all-important recognition scene - where aside from recognizing his own sister he should also recognize (through Elektra's overwhelming grief over his false death) that his lack of action has meant for her a life of abuse and near-slavery - yet Elektra cradles him (again, like an infant), and he offers her no comfort at all.

If this is the case, that all these cues are to show a brother's weakness, it is all very subtly done by both director and actor - Mr. Lake's Orestes often looks bemused as if just waking up -  but it may just be too subtle to be readily recognized as such. If this supposition is incorrect, then the symbolism is lost on me I'm afraid. And audiences might have to work a tad harder to understand it than should really be necessary.

It works with Anne Carson's translation though, which has been whittled down to the barest of bones and holds no punches. With its clipped, sparring lines, the text is extremely confrontational and sounds warlike in the mouths of the actors, especially when the Greek tradition of "rhapsode" is included, by which important tales are sung to a rhythm beat out or stomped on the ground, the tables, their chests. It is dynamic, jarring to listen to (especially when they are worked up to a frenzy), and yet uncomfortably compelling.
From left: Laura Condlln as Chrysothemis, Yanna McIntosh as Elektra.
Photo by Cylla von Tiedemann.
No one better than Yanna McIntosh as Elektra. The character is consumed by her angry grief, needing to keep alive the moment of her father's murder. Not mad, but nearing it, perhaps. She is brilliant (she looks like a rumpled scientist). She is lucid. She keeps herself apart - physically - from everyone else. She knows herself to be unreasonably sad, and cannot not grieve for her dead father, murdered by her mother. 

Wrapped in her father's sweater, Ms. McIntosh's Elektra is yet warrior-like in her determined grief, yet disarming too - it is painful to see her fetal under a table as her brother's death is described in agonizing detail, and later when she gently berates him her voice is as naked as a newborn. Ms. McIntosh gives a truly magnificent performance.

She is supported by a stunning cast, as well, in particular Laura Condlln as Chrysothemis, who is most likely to draw tears in one particular emotional scene: Ms. Condlln does a perfect 180 as she takes Chrysothemis from fiery elation in her belief that Orestes is with them, to breathless shock - like she's been doused in ice-water - at learning that he is actually dead.
Laura Condlln as Chrysothemis.
Photo by Cylla von Tiedemann.

Just as effective in a shuddering kind of way is Seana McKenna as a Euro-trash, dragon-lady kind of Clytemestra, complete with bleached vintage bob and Chanel-ish suit. It is the least subtle performance in the production since the audience is given no reason to side with her, but her scenes are deliciously hypocritical and Ms. McKenna makes the most of each moment.
Seana McKenna as Clytemestra.
Photo by Cylla von Tiedemann.

A word about the Chorus - seven women, all siding with and trying to reason with Elektra, who wants no reason. They keep themselves out of the action until near the very end when they help Elektra deceive Agisthos and lure him to his doom - any similarity to the ancient Greek Sirens is probably intentional. And they mostly sing their parts,  and since the women who play the Chorus are from the musical company it sounds wonderful, not discordant as can happen when lines are collectively spoken instead.

Jacquelyn French, Barbara Fulton, Monique Lund, Sarah Afful, Ayrin  Mackie
as women of the Chorus. Photo by Cylla von Tiedemann.
Oh, there is still lots to be said about how the director and company have interpreted this 2400-year-old-play and made it feel modern and alive, but there is not room here. To tell the truth, I'm still working hard at understanding both this play and this production, but the payoff has been exhilarating.

Elektra continues in repertory at the Tom Patterson Theatre until September 29th.

*see Sophocles' Electra in Performance, edited by Francis M. Dunn. M&P, 1996

Monday, 6 August 2012

Review: Plummer Mesmerizes with A Word or Two

Christopher Plummer. Photo by David Hou.

A Word or Two
Written, arranged and performed by Christopher Plummer
Directed by Des McAnuff

There is something to be said for hearing stories and poetry read aloud, especially by a voice as rich, resonant and emotive as Christopher Plummer. Be it Robert Service or Stephen Leacock, lauding a love of reading should always be celebrated.

On the other hand, the stories and snippets chosen by Christopher Plummer are mostly from a classical canon of days gone by. Where is the Atwood, the Urquhart, the Vissanji, the Ondaatje? Or even the Patterson or the Evanovich? Indeed any author published in the last couple of decades would do. A love of reading does not have to be  - should not be - confined to canonical authors.

Christopher Plummer. Photo by David Hou.
On the other hand, this particular classical actor has earned a right to be indulged, and to share his love of the classics of more colonial times. Plus, he has the same right to be nostalgic as any of us ordinary mortals.

On the other hand, he laments the danger the twitterverse poses to his beloved words, as if our language has always been set in stone. Yet language is living, a constantly evolving thing. Kind of ironic that he misses that fact, given he quotes from Shakespeare, a guy who made up and introduced over 1500 words into his beloved English language (or 1700 or 3000 - academics still argue over the exact number).

Thanks to Mr. Dave Kellett for permission to use his art.

Oh well. It is Christopher Plummer, and whether quoting or reciting, in or out of a character (it was sometimes hard to tell), he is arguably the greatest living Shakespearean actor of our time. So while he indulges his love for the classical words which influenced him, we can indulge in our admiration for the man and his craftsmanship. (Especially when he presents so suave a devil from Shaw's A Man and Superman... one might wish he and the play would be on next season's playbill.) And if the audience leaves wishing to brush up their Shakespeare, Auden and Dickinson, well... who can argue with such a result?

Unfortunately tickets are very scarce, so consider yourself lucky if you snapped one up before it closes on August 26th at the Avon Theatre.

Chritopher Plummer. Photo by David Hou.

Thursday, 2 August 2012

2013 Season

(With apologies for the late posting - the season was announced just as I left on an intentionally-tech-free vacation.) ~RG
Full Press Release July 17, 2012
Video announcement

FESTIVAL THEATRE
Romeo and Juliet
By William Shakespeare
Directed by Tim Carroll
Video brief

Fiddler on the Roof
Music by Jerry Bock, Lyrics by Sheldon Harnick, Book by Joseph Stein
Directed and choreographed by Donna Feore
Video brief

The Three Musketeers
By Peter Raby
Adapted from the novel by Alexandre Dumas
Directed by Miles Potter
Video brief

Brian Bedford
The Merchant of Venice
By William Shakespeare
Directed by Antoni Cimolino
Starring Brian Bedford as Shylock
Video brief

AVON THEATRE
Blithe Spirit
By Noël Coward
Directed by Brian Bedford
Video brief

The Who’s Tommy
By Pete Townshend and Des McAnuff
Based on the album Tommy by The Who
Directed by Des McAnuff
Video brief

Othello
By William Shakespeare
Directed by Chris Abraham
Video brief

Brian Dennehy
TOM PATTERSON THEATRE
Measure for Measure
By William Shakespeare
Directed by Martha Henry
Video brief

Mary Stuart
By Friedrich Schiller
Directed by Antoni Cimolino
Starring Brian Dennehy as Talbot
Video brief

Waiting for Godot
By Samuel Beckett
Directed by Jennifer Tarver
Starring Brian Dennehy as Pozzo
Video brief
Martha Henry

STUDIO THEATRE
Taking Shakespeare
By John Murrell
Directed by Diana Leblanc
Starring Martha Henry as the Prof
Video brief

The Thrill
By Judith Thompson
Directed by Dean Gabourie
World première of a Stratford Shakespeare Festival commission
Video brief

NEW! The LaboratoryVideo brief by Antoni Cimolino

NEW! The ForumVideo brief by Antoni Cimolino



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