Showing posts with label Shakespeare Company. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shakespeare Company. Show all posts

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Shakespeare at Winedale --R&J and A&C

We drove out from Austin on Friday afternoon along route 71 as if we were headed for Houston, but we stopped 70 miles out at La Grange to check in to our undistinguished motel room. Then we ate a fine and inexpensive “early bird” dinner at the Bistro 108, at the southwest corner of Courthouse Square. From there, it was a 16-mile drive through rolling green hills with forest and farmland, a dog-leg right at Round Top, and then five more country miles to the Center for American History, a University of Texas institution set up through the philanthropy of Miss Ima Hogg. Every summer since 1970, following Miss Ima’s suggestion to UT professor “Doc” Ayers, university students have gathered in short-lived summer repertory to study and perform Shakespeare in the converted 1880s hay barn on the 270-acre property. This setting evokes the “green world” of Shakespeare’s middle comedies, where magic was possible and adventures turned out merrily.

None of this year’s three plays is so light hearted. The company of 16 players is presenting Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra, and The Merchant of Venice over four weekends in July and August. They travel after that, taking the Merchant to Dallas and R&J to the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, DC. They wind up their company on August 25 in another “green world” -- the Blackfriars Theatre of the American Shakespeare Center in Staunton, Virginia.

Most of the players come from UT, where they are studying theatre, English, history, corporate communications, government, Italian, and philosophy. Two are from the UK’s University of Bristol and its highly reputed school of theatre, film and television.


This is no world for the idle. The three plays are presented in rolling repertory, Thursday evening through Sunday evening, with matinees on Saturday and Sunday. That means that in six weeks or less, the actors analyze, assimilate, memorize and learn to interpret challenging Shakespearean texts that run, cumulatively, between seven and eight hours. An actor assigned a leading role in one piece typically becomes a spear-carrier in the next and handles a supporting role in the third.
The intensity of this engagement must make the six-credit course “Shakespeare at Winedale” one of the most memorable events of an education. This esprit de corps is reflected in the theatre’s vestibule, with a collection of photos from past seasons, as well as in the composition of the audience, where the choicest seats have been reserved for alumni, benefactors, and donors. Those of us who were casual attendees, the equivalent of groundlings, settled in the back rows, along obstructed sightlines, and in rows almost outside the barn itself. The barn’s maximum occupancy is 246, and both of our shows were full.



Seeing two of the plays within 24 hours, as we did, creates a one-sided intimacy for the spectator. After living through Romeo and Juliet with this handsome group of young people, one comes back the next day to Antony and Cleopatra with a sense of familiarity with the actors, as if the earlier experience had been shared instead of simply witnessed. This is not the casual recognition one finds for television faces or cinema actors. Cast and public concentrate on Shakespeare’s language as it flies through the summer spaces of that old hay barn. The immediacy of live theatre and our propinquity to the action elevate us all.


With this production I rediscovered Romeo and Juliet. Yes, we all studied it years ago in high school, and later many of us were beguiled by Franco Zeferelli’s movie version, which was decidedly light on language. I do not recall seeing a live production of this play in decades, if ever, and the cast made the familiar language fresh and new. Antony and Cleopatra is far less familiar and a more rumbustious play. That performance kept us riveted not only for the language, but also for the plot.

There is so much to say in each performance, and so much to do! Often, the energy was boundless and movement was constant. And there, forsooth, my first gentle comment:


Shakespeare requires thought.


Pauses.


A moment, for the character, for the dawning of an idea.


And consider:


silence, brief, but full of meaning, allows segue.


A complicated concept, fretted with images, should not immediately, without breath, blow up like fireworks into another.

The need for pauses and pacing is particularly true in the opening passages of Shakespeare, during which a 21st century audience is recalibrating its ears by 400 years. The thundering of the iambic pentameter early in Romeo and Juliet left us a bit agog, trying to distinguish between Montagues and Capulets, and it was not until Kate Attwell opened her balcony window to the night that the play could catch its breath. Her language was superb, each word motivated, sounding spontaneous, playful and unhurried.


As with language, so with action; at times, actors flung themselves into motion far quicker than thought. This was minor but perceptible, lending the moment a touch of farce (most evident with the unhappy servant bringing Cleopatra bad news).


Touching once again on pacing: director Loehlin and Colin Bjork as Mark Antony chose to reveal Antony’s desperation and growing disorientation by driving him into ever more intensity. In acts IV and V as his armed forces fail, his personal forces flame white hot. Though valid, this interpretation is difficult and dangerous. One disadvantage was that the frantic energy of Antony set the audience forward to the edge of its seats over a long period. Tension must seek its release; and the unexpected sight of soldiers lifting the agonizing Antony from his bier to women’s arms stretched down from the balcony brought a sudden, inappropriate bark of laughter from the audience.


I love Shakespeare’s language, and I love to hear it spoken clearly, precisely, and with meaning. For that reason, of this cast I express special appreciation to:


Paul Anderson, as Friar Laurence in R&J and as the warrior Scarus, follower of Antony, in R&J. Every word struck the mark. A pause for thought from time to time might have seasoned them further.














Kate Atwell as Juliet in R&J and successively, in brief appearances in A&C, as various spear carriers.
















Kelsey Heaton, immediately remarkable in her language in the very minor clownish role of the servant Peter in R&J; regal, vigorous, precise, articulate and fully realized as Cleopatra.














Cate Blouke, with presence and equal assurance of language seen as Romeo’s supporter Balthazar in R&J and as Cleopatra’s confidante Charmian in A&C.














Performing in a space like that of the Globe, the actors have full license to speak directly to the audience and to acknowledge the presence of spectators. This company almost never did so. Most soliloquies were delivered to middle distance, to somewhere two or three feet above the heads of the public. Mercutio did have a bit of business in which he handed his bottle to the front row. The only real exception to this tacit “fourth-wall” convention was Daniel Rigney as Enobarbus. He sought out eye contact and worked the crowd, gaining our sympathy and giving a great additional boost to his role as confidant, conscience and commentator.


Other central characterizations for these two plays:

Jesse Bertron as Romeo, seen here as he first meets Juliet. His Romeo is intense, inward looking, and at times almost truculent. There is no playfulness to him, much to the disappointment of Mercutio, as he seeks in Juliet a simplicity and purity.













Colin Bjork as Marc Antony is tall, strong, and self-assured, an actor whose stage presence convinces us that Antony is both the dominant member of Rome’s Triumvirate and an equal to Cleopatra – no modest accomplishment, paired with the impressive Kelsey Heaton.













In closing, a groundling’s plaint: for R&J we arrived early and nabbed second-row seats to the right of the stage. The disadvantages of architecture seemed worth putting up with – one could see around the beam at stage’s edge by leaning six inches one way or another. Hah! The more fools we.

For much of the action we were indeed thrillingly close. For example, hiding from Mercutio and drunken friends, Romeo kept the beam between him and them, looming over us spectators.

But then – in future, would the director please consider the groundlings and their sight lines
when disposing the secondary actors about the stage? Several times cast members planted themselves with their backs to the beam, when they might easily have been moved upstage. The most egregious of these occasions was the climax of R&J, as the dead and dying lovers were discovered stage center by their families. The black-caped watchman who had led the search, with nothing further to say, was posted at the post. His figure blocked the sublime finale.



[ Shakespeare at Winedale continues for a third weekend at Winedale (July 31 – August 3) and a final fourth weekend (August 7 – August 10). Tickets are $10 general admission and $5 for UT students. Buy them on line here and get there early; the cast reserves central seats for those related to the program, and others fill in around them. Although ticket delivery begins only one hour before the performance, the barn is not closed off before that time. Once the reserved seats are tabbed, you can settle down to wait.]

Monday, June 16, 2008

On the Road - in Washington DC


The Imaginary Invalid by Molière

In their 22-year history in the nation’s capital Michael Kahn and collaborators have created a theatre based on the classics, one that has no equal on this side of the Atlantic. Even the great British contemporary theatres must find these Americans hard to match. In April of 2007 I saw the Royal Shakespeare’s Coriolanus at the Kennedy Center one night, and on the next, the Americans’ Titus Andronicus in the much smaller and more traditional Landsburg Theatre on 5th street. Titus was the better play. And in my memory, their Washington Coriolanus of 2000 was a better production than that of the Royals in 2007. Eve Ziebert’s article on the competing presentations published in the Washington Post adroitly contrasted Shakespeare’s plays while tactfully omitting any direct comparison of the players.

Chicago has the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre, out on downtown Navy Pier near the Ferris wheel, but it's a highly marketed, populist affair (the upcoming season includes "Willy Wonka" and their current Comedy of Errors puts Shakespeare's short early comedy into a dubious framework of a film company working during the London blitz -- amusing stuff but with a treacly overlay in the pre-war style of Shepperton Studios).

In Washington, however, Kahn has progressively attracted patronage of the Great and mostly Good, and last year the company opened a huge new theatre at the Harmon Center in downtown, just across from the former MCI center, home to sports events and circuses. They expanded their season from five to eight plays or more running drawn from the classical repertory (which stretches at times into the twentieth century). Each runs for a month or more. Currently you can attend Antony & Cleopatra and Julius Caesar, alternating in the Harmon Center, and from this past week, Molière’s Imaginary Invalid at the Landsburg, just two blocks away.


When we were season ticket holders back from 1997-2000, we always brought along our two children. In 1998 they were 14 and 11 years old – the youngest audience members by several decades. Although our younger one usually couldn’t stay awake past the third act, both were deeply impressed by the theatre. They are Shakespeare lovers today.


The Washington company offers an astonishing deal to subscribers under 30 years of age. Last year they charged only $120 for my daughter’s season ticket to the eight-play season – $15 a show, while full-price mid-week tickets at the box office cost $60 and up.


In addition to entertaining at a high level, the company offers the public a superb education about its plays. Their mail-out brochure for each play offers history, commentary, biographies of principal directors and players, and insights into the production and into the art of the theatre. For all there are Podcasts available on the website, along with videos, generally featuring the director and an academic expert exploring the play and the choices for the production.


Keith Baxter, director of the Imaginary Invalid, re-establishes the “new theatre” that Molière created in 1660s for Louis XIV, France’s “Sun King.” The farce gives a linear narrative – in this case, the intrigue is that of hypochondriac Arpagan to wed his tender daughter to a physician so as to guarantee “in-house” services for bleeding, enemas, and similarly ghastly treatments. This is the text that is regularly presented even today. But Baxter and the company provide as preface, interludes and celebratory coda graceful and amusing ballet, songs, and slapstick drawn directly from the Italian tradition of the commedia dell’arte. The show recreates in their imagination and ours the 4th performance of the piece at the court on February 17, 1674 – including the homages to the Sun King and at the last moment, the unexpected appearance of that regal figure onstage.

Rubber-faced René Auberjonois is a self-mocking delight as Molière playing one of his most famous characters. The actors’ diction is uniformly superb throughout, mime and business are subtle and so manifold that one could attend three nights in a row and not catch all the physical jokes. The broad style was perfectly appropriate – let’s call it Marx brothers done declamatory fashion in brilliant costumes and graced by acrobats.

The younger members of the family reported that a couple of 30-somethings seated in front of them got up and left abruptly during the first half (perhaps unwilling to stretch themselves beyond ‘Seinfeld’ -- maybe they should get their theatre at Chicago's Navy Pier). But the rest of us stayed and enjoyed it a great deal.