Alongside Hamlet, King Lear is one of the megaliths of the Western dramatic canon,
regarded by Percy Bysshe Shelley as “the most perfect specimen of the dramatic
art existing in the world.” Often cited as being sublime and universal, it is
also extremely nihilistic, a bleak portrait of despair, a Bacon-like scream
into the abyss. Known
for his acute observations of humanity and generosity in directing, Neil
Armfield’s work embraces the epic and intimate all at once, and so it was
with great expectations and an almost-equal dose of trepidation that I entered
his production of King
Lear for Sydney Theatre
Company. The only trouble is, it
isn’t really that compelling at all.
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20/01/2013
This land is mine: STC's The Secret River
Kate Grenville’s The
Secret River is not an easy book to digest. I wrote about it last
year, saying that it was an angry book though Grenville does her best to disguise it
at times; angry at the way white Australia has treated the original
inhabitants of the continent, their stubborn iron-willed settlers who made
little or no attempt to learn how to live in their new home. When The
Secret River was published in 2005, historians jumped at Grenville’s
‘claims’ that her book was history (Grenville, however, never actually made
such comments). Now, eight years later, the Sydney Theatre Company is staging a
theatrical reimagining of Grenville’s The
Secret River, under the pen of Andrew Bovell and the direction of Neil
Armfield.
Coming at a time when we, as a nation, can no
longer ignore the past, where we can no longer pretend these events didn’t
happen; when there is an “inheritance of rage” at the treatment of indigenous
people by white people, and a saturation point is reached, The Secret River then – as both book and theatrical event – are but
two facilitators to help us as a society to look at the issues contained within
them, to look to the past to find how we must [not] progress in the future. And
it takes its audience to “a pretty confronting place,” to quote Bovell.
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