Performance Art

Landline: blends plot with improvisation with imagination with dialogue with emotion and ultimately militates against your ability to experience any single experience in much depth

Reviewed by Patrick Langston

Unlike most theatre reviews, this one is going to use the first person singular. That’s because, unlike most theatre pieces, this one wouldn’t have existed unless I’d been present.

Here’s how it worked. At Arts Court I was teamed up, via text, with a counterpart in Dartmouth, NS. We were each issued an iPod and told to spend an hour walking around the city. Where we went was our choice, but prompts from the iPod would tell us what to do during our stroll: observe our surroundings (were there birds overhead? Interesting bits of architecture?), check out fellow walkers (or tag along behind them for a block), occasionally stop and imagine a “scene” (for example, greeting someone from our past whose memory was evoked by a building we spotted). We were to text our counterpart about what we were seeing and experiencing, especially during our “scenes,” and to find out something about each other.

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Huff: life on the edge!

Reviewed by Alvina Ruprecht

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Photo of Cliff Cardinal courtesy of NAC English Theatre

An extremely talented young performance artist, Cliff Cardinal, a true theatre warrior, is clearly committed to an art form that makes a difference, an art that builds social relevance and social awareness. In his own words, he is exploring a world that has been neglected by theatre practitioners in Canada, one that addresses “Canada’s most taboo subculture: First Nations youth abusing solvents, at high risk of suicide.”

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Mies Julie in the Karoo: a stunning metaphore captures the difficult transformation to Post Apartheid society

Reviewed by Alvina Ruprecht

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Photo:Telegraph.co.uk  Bongile Mantsai and Hilda Cronje.

Yael Farber is an extraordinary artist of the stage! Recognizing how Strindberg’s Miss Julie has established a brilliant framework for all forms of power relations, Farber transforms the play into a metaphor of contemporary post-apartheid South Africa where class, land rights, sexual tension, ethnic, social, political and cultural differences clash head on in a context of raging anger and  lust, setting the background for a drama of tragic self-destruction.

The site of Farber’s version of the play, is the kitchen of a Boer homestead, located in the desert region of Karoo, where generations of racial and class struggle have not yet come to an end , in spite of the new political situation in the country. On this farm, where Julie (Hilda Cronje) lives with her father, the master of this land, she and John (Bongile Mantsai) the son of the master’s housekeeper, perform an intense and sexually charged death ritual which tears apart any form of “truth and reconciliation” that one might hope for.

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Les mots justes pour dire le conte social: spectacle à la salle Franz Fanon à l’Atrium, Fort-de-France.

News from Capital Critics Circle

9 février 2014

—Vu par José Alpha, metteur en scène et comédien.
j-c_duvergerLa Carte blanche donnée à Jean-Claude Duverger, vendredi soir dernier, par la direction de l’Atrium, a permis de révéler aux nombreux spectateurs de la salle Frantz Fanon, un beau récital « Des mots pour le dire ». Des mots justes, sans emphase, sans détour, ciselés à la pointure des histoires et des contes considérés comme sociaux, et initiatiques, que le comédien, poète conteur et acteur Jean Claude Duverger, transporte avec lui comme des porte-bonheurs depuis les premiers sourires de sa mère, dit-il.
Un pinceau lumineux blafard qui rappelle ces ambiances insolites des histoires en demi-teintes, révèle un personnage attablé, dos au public. Il a en fait la tête posée sur les avant bras, et on comprend qu’il s’est assoupi sur un paquet de feuilles certainement dactylographiées d’où émergera le récit d’une adolescence espiègle façonnée pour partie, par une dame Paulette appréciée pour « ses gros tétés et ses formes généreuses à énerver les messieurs. »

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Ta Douleur au théâtre français du CNA. Un troublant exercice de style qui assimile la danse à une manière de confronter les névroses

Reviewed by Alvina Ruprecht

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Photo: Ruel.  Artistes Anne Le Beau et Francis Ducharme

La Compagnie Sibyllines, basée à Montréal, explore les rapports entre l’expression corporelle et le théâtre depuis un bon moment. Il suffit de regarder les créations telles que de l’Opéra de quat’ sous, Woyzek, Elles et bien d’autres où le mouvement synchronisé des comédiens devient un langage parallèle à celui de la parole, une tentative d’incarner l’essence même de la création scénique.

Ta douleur est une nouvelle incursion dans la mise en scène du corps qui évacue la parole, ou presque, puisque les quelques citations chuchotées paraissent quasi banales, malgré les références à Pétrarque, au cinéaste algérien Azzedine Meddour et au groupe hip hop indépendantiste québécois Loco Locass. Ce combat entre deux danseurs issus des formations  solides, classiques ou contemporaines,  se transforme en une rencontre passionnante entre un homme et une femme qui exhibent l’expression de toutes les douleurs possibles.

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Hamlet (solo): A Party Piece at the National Arts Centre

Reviewed by Connie Meng

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Photo: Andrew Kenneth Martin.

HAMLET (solo) is a one-man play created by featured actor Raoul Bhaneja and director Robert Ross Parker. It’s a slightly truncated version of Shakespeare’s HAMLET in which Mr. Bhaneja, plays, or rather indicates, all seventeen characters. Working on a bare flat stage surrounded by black drapes and using no props, Mr. Bhaneja wears a simple black long-sleeved tee-shirt and black jeans. The lighting is utilitarian and the house lights are only dimmed to half, so the actor is clearly visible when he moves into the audience.

First let me say that if you’re not pretty familiar with HAMLET, despite the detailed synopsis in the program, you’ll find it confusing. It does provide an ego boost for those in the audience who clearly follow it. Mr. Bhaneja is physically very facile and uses primarily body language to delineate the characters. However in playing all seventeen roles the emotion and depth of the original characters is lost. We’re left with hollow physicalizations. Granted it’s quite a feat of memorization, but so is any solo show. Think, for example, of I AM MY OWN WIFE, A THOUSAND EYES and the work of Pierre Brault. These are solo pieces that present many characters, but with great depth.

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The War of 1812: video cabaret that spares no one.

Reviewed by Patrick Langston

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Photo. Michael Cooper.

Gasbags, drunks, popinjays and cowards: that pretty much describes the leaders, political and military, who cooked up and commanded — if you’ll excuse the term — The War of 1812 according to this deeply cynical, intensely theatrical and ultimately enervating show. Writer/director Michael Hollingsworth spares no one in his recounting of the war that’s commonly said to have defined Canada.

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White Rabbit Red Rabbit by Nassim Soleimanpour. Where Is The Red Rabbit??

Reviewed by Alvina Ruprecht

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Felaki theatre in Cairo, Performed in Arabic by Khaled Abol Naga in April, 2013.

I saw it Wednesday evening with Peter Froehlich but a different actor takes to the stage every evening, The reason will soon become evident as you watch the play.  The stage is almost bare. There is a chair, a ladder, a table. Two  glasses of water are placed on the table. There is some  simple lighting and  65 places for the audience placed in the front half of the Arts Court Library that has been slightly raked. Thank goodness.  Catriona Leger comes on stage to thank us for coming and to invite  Peter Froehlich to appear. He walks on stage,  she hands  him a sealed envelope and then exits, leaving Peter standing there with the envelope. He opens it..and starts reading………And thus begins the play.

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Delusion: Laurie Anderson’s performance art is a bit like a sound and light show.

Reviewed by Jane Baldwin

Delusion, the multi-talented Laurie Anderson’s one-woman performance, is a bit like a sound and light show, evocative to hear and interesting to view, but without substance.  Before proceeding, I have to admit in the interests of full disclosure that I had never seen Anderson before.  Consequently, unlike many critics, I cannot compare this work with previous productions in her decades-long career.

Delusion is a multimedia show designed, composed and written by Anderson.  The ostensibly simple set consists of three large screens, two on either side of the stage, and one upstage center.  Downstage center is a low and, at the opening, abstract form, with colored pulsating lights playing on it.  (Later, it morphs into a sofa.)  Lights go down, two screens turn blue, the central one depicts flames, which transform into swirling autumn leaves.  Red and blue are the paramount colors of the show. Time passes; Laurie Anderson enters, an androgynous figure wearing a white shirt, necktie, and pants, and walks to a podium to pick up her trademark violin, an electronic, but stringless instrument.  She also makes use of a synthesizer.  Although advance publicity claims that this piece was “conceived as a series of short mystery plays,” music, particularly in the first half, often dominates, or perhaps extends, spoken language.  Certainly, it is music, along with the visual projections, that provide the performance’s emotional elements.

While Anderson’s stories are enigmatic, it is not clear in what sense they are “mystery plays.”  At times she poses questions that the stories address ambiguously. Tales and images of loss – some sad, others funny – run through the play: the America that once was, the passing of Anderson’s mother, the 19th century Russian philosopher Nikolai Federov’s vision of resurrecting ancestors using technology.   In one of the more amusing moments Anderson recounts a dream of giving birth to her dog in a hospital, assisted by sympathetic nurses and a beaming doctor.

Stylistically and purposefully,Anderson distances herself from the audience through technology.  Even when she speaks in her husky voice, it is electronically modified to a degree.  For her male doppelganger Fenway Bergamot, she uses a voice filter that moves her voice into a male register, with the result that it sounds like a slowed down audio tape.  Unfortunately, the filter makes Bergamot’s speech hard to understand and undercuts the dialogue between the two characters who share one body.

While the production gives a sense of movement through its sometimes reverberating, throbbing, passionate music as well as its changing images and lighting, Anderson moves very little.  It is the technology that is the star and she the mastermind. 

Boston, Sept. 30, 2011

Delusion (Laurie Anderson)

ArtsEmerson at the Cutler Majestic, Boston ,MA

Commissioned by Vancouver 2010 Cultural Olympiad, Vancouver;

Barbicanite 10,London

Production Credits

  Laurie Anderson-Music, Text and Visual Design

Amy Khoshbin-Video Design and Live Mix

Rus Snelling-Lighting Design and Production Management

Dave Cook-Front of House Audio

Maryse Alberti-Video Director of Photography

Toshiaki Ozawa-Additional Video

Shane Koss-Audio Rig Design

Konrad Kaczmarek-Audio Software Design

Ned Steinberger-Violin Design

Bob Currie-Story Team

Rande Brown-Story Team

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