While the physical
results of war, of being involved in war, are sometimes easy to notice, the
psychological and emotional results are not. Often going undetected, they can
make the transition from serving in the military to civilian life hard, for
both the returned soldiers and their families. As part of the rehabilitation
process, the Australian Defence Force (ADF) and Sydney Theatre Company have
joined forces to stage The
Long Way Home, a kind of theatrical collage of scenes, anecdotes, video
snippets and excerpts from life.
Written by Daniel
Keene and directed by Stephen Rayne, The
Long Way Home is not quite verbatim theatre, nor is it a theatrical
documentary, as we have seen previously in Belvoir’s Beautiful
One Day or Coranderrk,
say. Rather, as Keene
writes in the program, “every situation that it presents and every line of
dialogue is born out of the experiences of the soldiers who will perform the
play. They play themselves reimagined.” It’s a bold move, and rightly so, as
all involved are acutely aware that you cannot replicate wars or ‘real life’ on
stage. “The theatre is the perfect place for this kind of meeting,” Keene continues, “a place
where truth and fiction can co-exist, where reality can be imagined.”
Set upon a blank
stage, the space is shaped and constantly rearranged by the use of four
moveable screens, which serve as masking devices for scene changes, projection
screens, backdrops, scenic elements. With the simple use of Damien Cooper’s
lights and clever projections (Renée Mulder and David Bergman), we are
transported from scene to scene effortlessly, effectively, creatively. In
another’s hands, the project might have ended up as a revue, a kind of pastiche
that potentially glorified war and or our nation’s involvement in overseas
conflicts; here, in the hands of Stephen Rayne (who directed a similar project
in London in 2012), it is a brutal and unflinching, unapologetic, examination
of the effects of war on those on the front line. Perhaps The Long Way Home is a kind of mirror to the recent Black
Diggers, in that they both form a set of complementary fragmented and
fractured narratives evoking the kaleidoscopic nature of battle, all at once
human and epic, gestural and visceral.
A defining feature
of Rayne’s production is the eerie spectral presence of a patrol of soldiers,
dressed in fatigues, masks, goggles; their faces obscured, hidden; faceless men
and women constantly moving across the stage like ghosts, drifting through
scenes, coalescing around characters/actors; always there. In many poignant sequences, the patrol stands silent as one
returned soldier or another confronts them, demands to know why they are there,
but of course we know they are not really there, just a part of their tortured
and fractured mind. It’s harrowing, sobering, and altogether heartbreaking; you
can never really leave the military once you’re in, they seem to be saying. One
way or another, you’re still out there, still on patrol, still fighting. In
many respects, this is true of the experiences recounted across the
production’s two-hour duration.
There are many
beautiful scenes – though, perhaps ‘beautiful’ isn’t the right word to use.
Poignant doesn’t fit, either, but they are heartbreaking; unexpectedly tender;
undeniably ‘masculine’, yet poetic in its telling and evocation. It is also
shot through with a very dark sense of humour, and language that could offend if
the context or circumstances were any different. They say humour is the best
medicine, or at least laughter, but beneath the old adage lies a truth that
each of these returned soldiers knows: humour, no matter how black or ugly,
disguises the knife-edge between joy and sorrow, keeps one from losing one’s
mind. Particular stand-outs in this regard are the scenes in which the actor
Tahki Saul portrays a military officer explaining the several types of ‘yes’ –
from the ‘yes sir/ma’am’ to the ‘yes boss’ and the ambiguous affirmative of the
silent response – and then explains the trickle-down effect of the
command-giving process. The production also highlights the relationships that
suffer as a result of war, the broken and irreparable bonds, the couples trying
to make it work despite everything, because of everything. They take refuge in
normalcy, in the familiar, whatever that may be, even if it takes an extreme
effort.
I cannot begin to
imagine what it is like for the dozen military personnel performing on stage,
effectively telling and reimagining, reliving, their stories across the
production’s multiple seasons around the country. Designed as a part of a
broader rehabilitation program, The Long
Way Home is nothing short of extraordinary, not just in the unflinching
honesty and candour with which it carries itself, but because of its very
existence – that the military have worked alongside one of the nation’s biggest
theatre companies to produce a piece of theatre which does not shy away from
depicting war, from depicting people, people in war, at its worst.
At its conclusion,
the cast – soldiers and actors alike – stood at the front of the stage, silent
and stationary, no bows, no curtain calls, just the acknowledgement that what
you have just seen is what happened; there was no performance, they seem to be
saying; they are themselves, no more no less. And it is a truly humbling
experience.
Theatre playlist: 9. Synchrotone, Hans Zimmer
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