In 2010, the Bell Shakespeare Company toured
Shakespeare’s mercurial comedy Twelfth Night around Australia .
Directed by Lee Lewis, the production was grounded in the context of the Black
Saturday bushfires of February 2009; the actors emerged out of the blackness,
exhausted and covered in soot, and proceeded to tell each other a story,
assuming the identities and roles of the characters in Shakespeare’s play.
Using costumes drawn from a large pile of clothes donated to charity set in the
centre of the stage and a scattering of cardboard boxes around its edges, Lewis
delighted in the playful theatricality of disguise, the simple answers to
switching identities at the drop of a hat, and made sure that joy and an
effervescent sense of life were never far away from the very tangible sorrow, melancholy
and heartbreak that sits at the core of all Shakespearean comedy. I mention
this production for two reasons: first, it was the first time that I saw a
production of Shakespeare and understood – felt – the story and the very real
humanness at its heart; and second, because Lewis’ Twelfth Night felt like a fresh new play, a play written
now, for a contemporary audience.
This playfulness,
intelligence and willingness to blow the dust off the classics is not an
explicitly Australian phenomenon, nor is it particularly new, but I believe
there is an Australian sensibility which infuses the recent spate of
productions of Shakespeare plays and the classical canon – in Sydney as around
the country, in the past five or six years – one which isn’t quite found
anywhere else in the world. Synonymous with the Australian approach to
presenting classic theatrical texts, it is a style of performance derived from
play: “rough, irreverent and highly charming, [it mixes] the warmth of a
backyard gathering with [the] glee of kids playing dress-ups.” I prefer to call
it play-fullness – a sense of being characterised by an emotional and
theatrical fullness of playing. As John Bell states, “it’s called a play for a
reason. Players, and playing; that can’t be just a semantic
coincidence. It does mean something quite profound.”
You can see this
play-fullness in John Bell’s work for the Bell Shakespeare Company, in
Damien Ryan’s work for Sport for Jove
Theatre Company, as much as in almost everything Neil Armfield directs.
Despite appearances though, this play-fullness is not restricted to merely the
classics, but also infuses the production of many new plays – you can see it in
Eamon Flack’s work for Belvoir, in Lee
Lewis’ work across many of Sydney ’s stages, in
Kip Williams’ work at the Sydney
Theatre Company, in Anthony Skuse’s work for many of Sydney ’s independent companies.
For John Bell and
Damien Ryan, this play-fullness comes not so much from the trappings and the
exterior look of any particular production, but from its heart. “It’s what it
means emotionally and psychologically that makes it seem modern,” says Bell . “The great classics
have survived because they always seem new and modern.” While Ryan doesn’t
believe there are any hard-and-fast rules about how to achieve this
play-fullness, he believes “there’s something in the quality of the works” as
much as in our “ability to use them as a blueprint upon ourselves.” At the
heart of every (new) production should be the question “‘what is this play to
us now in every single moment? How can we make it feel fresh?’... It’s got to feel
as though you’ve never had to understand the story before.” Exemplified in Bell and Ryan’s production of Henry
4 for Bell Shakespeare in 2013, Ryan shares Bell’s
belief when he says “[Shakespeare’s] plays are literally bursting with
life, colour, vitality; they’re like a Breughel painting – they capture
everything from the king right down to the beggars… They’re not normal
conversational plays, you need to tear the stage up somehow.”
This is reflected
in the “anti-authoritarian instinct” inherent in our national theatre-making
process, as Ryan points out; a kind of irreverence that is “part of our image
of ourselves,” as well as a refusal to play by the established conventions of
what theatre should be. For Bell, much of our current practice of
theatre-making – of playing – is inspired by the traditions of commedia del’arte,
pantomime and vaudeville, by touring players and tent-shows, of theatre as a
living breathing evolving form, as much as by the work of revolutionary
practitioners like Bertolt Brecht, Jerzy Grotowski and Peter Brook. There is a
pushing of creative boundaries that pervades our understanding of what theatre
can be, what it is capable of; of how we can play.
For me,
personally, play-fullness is about an awareness of theatricality, a delight in
the endless possibilities that can be created when the imaginations of
performers and an audience meet in a space and create a little bit of magic
together. It’s about theatre that is theatre,
theatre that has the power to move and shock you, make you laugh and cry all in
the one instant. Theatre that, in John Bell’s words, delights in “the sheer fun
of doing it.” Take Eamon Flack’s As You Like It for
Belvoir in 2011: played with an irreverence and an exuberant freedom, a delight
in the very mercurial stuff that theatre is founded on, it was not afraid to
knock Shakespeare’s play about a bit to find moments of inventive whimsy,
clarity and playfulness, not to mention sheep. “I think it’s a fantastic way to
do the classics, with a certain humility,” says Ryan. “There’s something
recognisable about what you’re watching unfold on stage, and I don’t mean that
it can’t be theatrical at times, and over the top and wonderful… but something
in the heartbeat of it is makeshift, and surely that’s the point of theatre…
You’ve got the opportunity to go ‘how can I make this bookshelf into a ship at
sea? How can I make this chair into a donkey?’ and the audience is going to
have to come with you on this. Watch any kid in the playground and that’s all
they’re doing.”
Perhaps the most
imaginative evocation of this willingness to play, this play-fullness, came not
in a Shakespeare play, but in Ralph Myers’ production of Peter Pan
for Belvoir in 2013. Dispensing with the pantomime campiness, Myers’ Neverland
was the children’s bedroom, just as much as the bedroom was Neverland: beds,
chairs, cupboards, blankets, pillows, tables – everything was re-purposed to
become something new, and you believed it all, every last moment of it. When a
little boy in the audience called out through the darkness, declaring with all
his heart that he believed in fairies, you knew that he really did, that there
was no reason to doubt him, and I think even the most cynical audiences would be
hard-pressed not to be moved by the evocation of childhood which Myers conjured
up alongside his actors and creative team. In those precious hundred minutes,
we were all part of that magic, all part of creating theatre, and more than
anything else, it was beautiful.
It was still J.M.
Barrie’s Peter Pan, but like many of
these current productions of classic plays, it was so thoroughly contemporary
and imaginative that to deny its theatricality would have been to deny yourself
the pleasure of an awfully big adventure.
References
Andrews, Benedict. ‘An Open
Book.’ In 25 Belvoir Street . Ed. Robert Cousins.
Belvoir St Theatre: Surry Hills. 2011. p217
Private conversation with
John Bell, 15 August 2014
Private conversation with
Damien Ryan, 19 August 2014
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