This
review was originally written for artsHub.
To celebrate the
400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death (as well as his 452nd
birthday), Post-Haste Players are doing something a little bit different. While
others are falling over backwards trying to enunciate why Shakespeare is
Shakespeare, why his plays still matter, what he might be doing if he was alive
today, Post-Haste Players are celebrating his skill for creating new words and
new stories with a show that would probably make the man himself laugh and roll
in his grave (quite possibly with laughter), at the same time. Using their
skills as improvisers and actors well-versed in the themes and patterns in
Shakespeare’s plays, the Players are creating entirely new and improvised plays
which may be Shakespearean, with the help of the audience. What ensues is, well,
nothing short of madness.
Dressed simply in
coloured shirts and black jeans and playing on a bare stage, the Players (four
on this night) enter and briefly explain the rules of the evening, how the
audience is encouraged to lend their voices to providing soundscapes to help
set the scene (we practice with ‘a rustic countryside’ and ‘Venice’), and the
youngest member of the audience was handed a lexicon (the Players’ ‘Bible’) and
asked to choose a word which the cast must somehow incorporate into the ensuing
play (in the case, ‘impawn’).
What the Players
do in the next hour is riff upon ideas and characters we know and love (or
hate), imitating monologues and lines in affectionate parody, deploying every
trick in the Theatresports handbook to create something unique, hilarious, and
quite mad. While each of the four actors are skilled improvisers, they also
know when to not interrupt a scene, how to accept audience offerings like
impromptu sound effects or laughter into the scenes, how to extend offers of
location or incidence to within an inch of their life, and sometimes when to
keep milking something for all it’s worth. There is also the mischievous
interference from the lighting technician, who is as much a part of the cast as
the actors, often changing circumstances through the introduction of a strobe
(thunder, a storm, which the audience happily provide the necessary sound-effects)
or predetermined lighting effects – a door, moonlight, a downstage pool of
light perfect for a soliloquy or two... While none of the actors, and certainly
none of the audience have any idea beforehand where the story is going, there
are more plot-twists here than a Shakespearean comedy, and an ending which nods
to the multiple-marriage/wonder-upon-wonder trope Shakespeare frequently
deployed in his own writing.
At times there is
a level of credibility which Shakespeare himself would look kindly upon – a
villainous character soliloquises a la Richard III or Hamlet; a servant
confuses matters and ultimately saves the day – but there is also an
indebtedness to the Reduced Shakespeare Company’s oft-performed and
always-ridiculous The Complete Works
(Abridged), Monty Python’s films, and perhaps Jasper Fforde’s Rocky
Horror-esque parody of Richard III in
The
Eyre Affair. And even though it is all made up in front of our very
eyes, and often with our collusion, there’s a kind of long-lasting magic at
play here which gives us food for thought for the journey home, and an
undeniably enjoyable evening revelling in the Bardly brilliance of the Good
Lord Shakespeare.
Appropriately
enough, even amongst the hilarity, Post-Haste Players more than capably prove
that where there’s a Will, there is always a way.
Happy Birthday,
Shakey.
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