I Heart Alice Heart I, directed by Amy Conroy (HotForTheatre)

@ Project Arts Centre Oct 4th-9th 2011 (Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre)

Also at Draíocht Studio, Blanchardstown Centre Oct 10-12th and Pavilion Theatre, Dun Laoghaire Oct 14th & 15th.

Photo by Amy Conroy

I Heart Alice Heart I is about love. Alice Kinsella loves Alice Slattery. The play charts the quotidian tides of their beautifully ordinary relationship. Like any partnership, theirs is made up of little details: tiny gestures, observations, marks of affection and appreciation. They have learned each other’s customs, preferences, idiosyncrasies, and they delight in them. They remark on each other’s habits, peeves, and vocabulary.

In case you had forgotten, it reminds you how so many tiny mundane things interlock to build the people you love; it reminds you how love elevates the everyday, infusing everything with significance. Only love, and a sense of mortality, which is really just love of life, can do this. When illness threatens to separate Alice and Alice, they have to learn all over again how to appreciate the preciousness of every day. Bound up in love, of course, is fear: fear of losing everything that has unconsciously been built between you. Everything you take for granted is so fragile.

The history of their relationship is told through reminiscences. Amy Conroy and Clare Barrett act and interact with positively uncanny naturalism. (If you caught Conroy’s incredible performance in Eternal Rising of the Sun over ABSOLUT Fringe, you are still not prepared for how good she is in this.) The writing is not only flowing, it’s beautiful. The multiple dimensions of adult relationships are explored with intelligence and poetry: not only the purity of love at its simplest, but also loyalty; guilt over those loved before; gratitude for love received – love unearned, perhaps; and the residue of Catholic guilt, staining love with shame.

Most of all, the play is full of humour. A gorgeous, warm, humane kind of humour, the sort that doesn’t just make you laugh but makes you happy, turning a switch on inside you so you feel your whole ribcage light up like a Christmas tree.

Testament, directed by Garry Hynes (Landmark Productions)

@Project Arts Centre, Oct 3rd-16th 2011 (Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival)

 

Marie Mullen in Testament, photo by Ros Kavanagh

Creeping along a sandy path, the viewer enters a doorway and steps into a sparsely-furnished house with dark walls and dim lighting. By having the audience emerge onto the stage rather than filing in from the back, the director cleverly creates a sense of awkward intimacy. Feeling somewhere between guest and intruder, one takes a seat. When Marie Mullen appears suddenly out of the blackness, it’s mildly embarrassing, like being surprised while raiding the fridge at a friend’s house.

 

For what it’s worth, this woman is used to unwelcome guests. Men have been coming to ask her questions, documenting her story. But it isn’t her story; the one they write down is the one they’ve already decided to tell. As we piece together the details, we recognise the narrative; there’s confusion and doubt as we try to reconcile the woman standing before us with the icon we’ve been told about. This is Mary, Mother of God.

 

Mary as the writer Colm Tóibìn paints her is a strange character. It’s not simply the disparity between the living, feeling mortal woman before us and the inhuman, immaculate, boundlessly benevolent figure of Christian myth. There’s plenty of leeway to imagine Mary as a live woman; that’s why she’s so enduring a symbol. Maternal love, maternal pride, faith, fear, grief, loss – her experiences are ones we can more-or-less wrap our heads around. Jesus’ experience? The experience of actually being a living god, the mortal manifestation of a divine power? Less identifiable.

 

But I don’t recognise the Mary that appears here. This does not detract from the storytelling, or the incredible performance, but there it is. The things that preoccupy her, the things she takes exception to and the things she fails to question, all seem odd to me. Not merely for “Mary”, but for any human woman. She’s self-absorbed, introverted. Her absent son’s importance is not in doubt but his realness is; he is never “there”, we are never given a sense of him. Or Him. She treasures him the way one guards a belief, albeit without the wide-eyed fervour of the evangelists. If she has any deep feelings about his supernatural powers, his ability to inspire devotion, she does not discuss them. Why he is important to her, how she sees him, is not adequately explained – but he is her son, that is enough. Is it grief or guilt that afflicts her most? She seems sodden with it. She confesses to having fled before the deposition, out of fear, so that his body was taken down from the cross by others. This dereliction of duty seems to haunt her. Everything else – the execution itself, mankind’s salvation, the resurrection – apparently pales in significance.

As she paces in her crypt-like cottage, it feels as though she has taken her resurrected son’s place in the tomb – penance for her own sins. His act of sacrifice could not redeem her, somehow.

 

In Development: The Maeve Brennan Project directed by Annabelle Comyn (Hatch Theatre Company)
@Project Arts Centre Oct 6 2011 (Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival)

Thursday afternoon in the Project Art Centre’s Space Upstairs provided a glimpse of a work in progress: an as-yet-untitled play exploring the work and life of the Irish writer Maeve Brennan. Emma Donoghue (writer) and Annabelle Comyn (director) were on hand to discuss the ongoing development of the piece and what attracted them to the story of this extraordinary woman and to her brilliant, unusual, fragmented mind.

Maeve Brennan, photographed by Karl Bissinger

Maeve Brennan was born in Dublin in 1917 to fierce and fearless Republican parents and experienced a chaotic childhood due to their political activity. Still, it led the family to Washington D.C. and Maeve to a university education, which culminated in a remarkable writing career. There was a strange disconnect between her life as she lived it as a beautiful, charming, assured woman writer in New York city, and her inner world, shaped by memories of her fractured Irish childhood. Her writing is rife with strained relationships, the tension between characters humming like a generator in the background. It is this disconnect, amongst other things, that Donoghue and Comyn seek to investigate in the play.

To their credit, they resist the temptation to focus on the more romantic elements of Brennan’s biography – daughter of revolutionary parents, physically stunning, mentally ill, ultimately destitute – eschewing these lurid details in favour of a more nuanced analysis of her self-generated identity.

Having creators/writers talk in this way, about the trigger that sparked the initial idea and the process that fed the flame, can be as fascinating as many a finished production, and all the more precious for being so rare. A five-piece ensemble that appear onstage to enact a few snippets of the play as it exists so far. They’re very engaging, even while reading from scripts, and it’s enthralling to see each character emerging, partially formed, like an unfinished sculpture.

 

The piece is a co-production between HATCH Theatre Company, Landmark Productions, and Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival.

In case you missed Project CATALYST participants The Company at Project Arts Centre on October 7, discussing their work-in-progress Politik, here’s a brief interview with The Company member Nyree Yergainharsian. (Some of you may have caught Nyree’s solo show, Where Do I Start? during ABSOLUT Fringe.)

Nyree on a poster for a previous production by The Company

Q. From what I can gather, Politik seems to be an investigation into the Irish people’s sense of disillusionment when it comes to politics; is that an accurate summary? 
Nyree: Yes, I would say that is fairly accurate. It all started with our sense of disconnection and lack of understanding when it came to the political system. The subject came up during the time of the last general election and we were shocked at how little we really knew about it all. As well as that, we found that our level of participation in the whole system was very weak. And so we started to wonder why that was and if the rest of our generation felt the same. We knew that more young people were getting involved because, during times of crisis, there seems to be a shift in society and a push towards opening our eyes really wide to see the bigger picture. We, The Company, are now trying to delve into our own personal politics as well as the political system to really understand how we are and are not involved, both consciously and unconsciously, in the way this country is run.


It strikes me as a subject that would particularly tricky to address through theatre…People are probably more used to having these questions dealt with in rather dry scenarios, like televised debates or whatever. Was it challenging to find new ways to engage the audience with the subject?
To be honest, the reason why there is a lack of involvement and a lack of participation in the political system is partly due to this exact issue. The appeal of and accessibility to the whole thing is not so inspiring at the moment. Maybe theatre, a medium that has the ability to really communicate to people, is the best way to go. It has been the most difficult project we have made together, but I have never learned more about myself, my role and my contribution than ever before. This could be a really important project that we feel needs to be made.


Did you (personally or as a group) reach any conclusions about Irish politics? Do you think you’re more politically aware now, or was it something you were already invested in? 
We started off by knowing little to nothing. We moved to knowing a bit more. Became disillusioned and frustrated. Then realised we will never be able to change the world, which was slightly disappointing :) But now that I know more, personally it has not inspired me to get really involved. I think if we really want to make a change, we need to start with what’s within arms reach-our local community.




As mentioned, the show is still in development, so it’s not decided yet when or where Politik will debut. You can catch up with Nyree and the rest of The Company on Facebook or visit their website to keep tabs on what they’re up to. In a supportive way, that is. Don’t be creepy.

Rian, musical direction by Liam Ó Maonlaí, direction and choreography by Michael Keegan Dolan (Fabulous Beast Dance Theatre).

@ The Gaiety Theatre, 6-8 October 2011 (Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival)

Liam Ó Maonlaí; photo via dublintheatrefestival.com

Musician Liam Ó Maonlaí (formerly of Hothouse Flowers) released his solo album Rian in 2005, inspired by the extraordinary recording of Irish folk legend Sean O’Riada’s 1969 performance at the Gaiety theatre with his band Ceoltóirí Chualann. (This recording was later issued as Ó Riada Sa Gaiety.) Ó Maonlaí wears his influences on his sleeve, and the word rian, meaning ‘trace’, remains a very apt title for this evocative, beautiful show.

Weaving threads of other musical styles through traditional Irish folk (at one point there’s a gorgeous bluesy interlude), Ó Maonlaí rambles between instruments, coaxing beautifully layered sounds out of a range of absurd and disparate objects, including what looks like some kind of tiny bronze bodhrán. His company of musicians constantly create new relationships – with each other, with the dancers and with the audience, as they switch instruments, swap positions on the stage, face the back of the theatre or huddle in a circle like druids conducting some arcane ceremony.

Photo via dublintheatrefestival.com

The dancers find ever new ways to respond to and explore the music, the pulse and twists of their bodies punctuating the sound in ways that open the experience up to the viewer, adding a new dimension to the music. The texture of a melody differs depending on where your eye lands, although sometimes it’s tempting to close your eyes completely and paint your own pictures in your mind. Then again, at certain points the visual spectacle is so arresting it is almost possible to forget you can hear music at all. One particularly memorable sequence has the entire ensemble seated on chairs to the front of the stage, illuminated only by footlights. Rich black shadows pour down their limbs as they slowly sway to the sound of a lone piper’s song. The lights cast a maelstrom of shadows on the green-tinged back wall, so that outlines of writhing figures appear to be drowning in green waters, like the aftermath of the wreck of the Medusa.

Though the crowd are enraptured, they’re not very involved. Once or twice, after spine-tingling down-tempo performances, several long silent seconds pass where no one dares applaud for fear of breaking the spell. The usual foot-stamping, thigh-slapping and giddy shrieks that accompany a trad session in a sweaty pub anywhere up and down the country are curiously absent. Perhaps it’s the formality of the setting. Perhaps it’s the presence of the dancers, through whom we move vicariously, as they leap and twist til their skins glisten. Perhaps tonight was just a nervous crowd. This show feels like something precious, something fleeting and unique as a kiss or a summer. Catch it while you can.

 

Heroin, directed by Grace Dyas (THEATREClub)

@Smock Alley Theatre, Oct 4th-9th 2011 (Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival)

 

Heroin was first staged as part of ABSOLUT Fringe 2010, and shown again in March of this year in axis:ballymun Arts Centre. It’s essentially an overview of an epidemic – a history of the social, political and economic factors that contributed to the spread of heroin addiction in Ireland.

 

Photo by Barbara Cieslar, via dublintheatrefestival.com

The cast erect the set around themselves throughout the play, as though building themselves into a simple but restrictive frame of reference. Very soon it becomes hard to recollect that there was ever a “before”: the dingy flat they now occupy was surely always there, and will always be there, just like an addiction. The intensity of the cast’s interactions ebbs and flows, from a gentle indifference to one another’s existence to a desperate physical struggle, all grasping hands and gritted teeth. They talk over one another, evoking the clamour of eager, bitter, guilty, pleading, angry voices in a troubled mind. The repetition, the anxiety, the bargaining; perhaps it is impossible to truly identify with an addict’s experience unless you’ve been there, but if you’ve ever felt desperation, grief, any self-destructive impulse, you’ll feel enough here to make you very uneasy.

 

The first time someone shoots up in front of the audience, the scene is given all the time and space and silence it needs to impress itself as a solemn ritual, like Holy Communion. Insights into one person’s mottled personal history are given wider context as each passing decade is given a morbid Reeling-In-The-Years obituary, and somehow, with all the bright lights and spit-flecked urgency, it seems not only plausible but inevitable that the Irish football team’s performance in the 1990 World Cup led directly to this man injecting into the webbing between his toes. The show is not about logic, there’s no logical solution because it’s not a logical problem. It’s not about the simple ratio of detox beds to junkies (and what the hell is a “junkie” anyway? Most drug users recoil from the term, it’s dehumanising). It’s a wide-ranging, deep-rooted problem that requires all of us, all of society, to engage with it and demand its resolution.

 

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There can be something uncomfortable about a production like this that deals with difficult social issues. The rawness of the subject matter aside, there is is the queasy sense that it relies on exploiting the people it claims to represent, the realities of whose lives seem a world away from this theatre and the well-heeled people attending. It’s the moral question of whether you can ever really tell someone else’s story. By processing your reading of someone else’s experience, and turning into a product that you then sell to the public, are you raising awareness or merely commodifying pain?

 

Ultimately, most of us would agree that art should attempt to address social problems, whether or not the artist is speaking from direct personal experience. But of course it depends how you do it, what your goals are, and whether you attain them. Good intentions alone are not enough.

 

This particular play was developed with the involvement and support of staff and clients of the Rialto Community Drug Team, and rehearsed in St. Andrew’s Community Centre, which houses, amongst other things, a methadone clinic, meditation classes and counselling services. The structure of the show – the timeline of drug addiction in this country – is drawn from a talk by Graham Ryall, one of the Drug Team members, who took part in a post-show discussion panel this week with writer/director Grace Dyas and THEATREclub co-founder Shane Byrne.

 

When THEATREclub first approached the Rialto Drug Team with the intention of researching this piece, the staff were understandably reticent. The people who use their services, already so vulnerable, are constantly under scrutiny by reporters, government bodies, researchers and filmmakers, who despite what their intentions may be, do very little good in return for their intrusions. It took a lot of time and persistence for Grace and Shane to build relationships with the staff and clients and secure their trust. Feedback from staff and former users who have seen the show has been generally positive; not surprisingly, some found the experience unpleasantly intense. That, more than anything a critic could say, speaks to the truth of the production.

 

I talked to Shane Byrne briefly about the show, and asked him what he hoped the show would achieve. He said simply that he hoped people would have a bit more empathy. There are so many misconceptions about heroin and the people that use it. People don’t recognise the strength it takes to recover; many of the things that people assume are the result of drug abuse may in fact be the effect of treatment. The services that recovering patients need go beyond mere detox treatment: they need emotional support, a social network, a way out of poverty, a connection that makes them feel a part of the wider society, and a way to make their voices heard. Much of the dialogue in the show is drawn directly from conversations with clients of Rialto Community Drug Team; this is their story.

Info and booking here.

The Animals and Children Took to the Streets, directed by Suzanne Andrade (1927)

@Project Arts Centre, Sep 29-Oct2 2011 (Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival)

 

The Bayou Mansions is a labyrinthine boarding-house on Red Herring Street, where thieves, crooks, perverts, whores, derelicts and degenerates live on top of one another like rats in a sewer. Feral children infest the halls like cockroaches, a naïve woman imagines her maternal instinct and art classes can save them all from ruin, a rag-and-bone merchant struggles to control her errant daughter, and a caretaker dreams of escaping them all forever.

The Mayor of the city has devised a terrible scheme to quash the child crime epidemic, by abducting all the children of the Bayou and sedating them with a debilitating chemical compound disguised as candy – “Granny’s Gumdrops”. The story follows the well-meaning but powerless Agnes Eaves and her little daughter Evie, who seems sure to fall victim to the scheme.

Lucky? members of the audience got a sample of Granny's Gumdrops.

The story is delivered in a gorgeous multimedia storm of live theatre, haunting vocals, musical performance and projected animation. Instead of using painted sets, street scenes and interiors are projected onto white backdrops, with animated details integrated seamlessly into the performance so that live movements and projected images are beautifully synchronised. Paul Barritt’s animation is deliciously redolent of illustrations by Quentin Blake or Ronald Searle and the extraordinary vocals by Suzanne Andrade, Lillian Henley and Esme Appleton fill the space and chill the blood.

It’s presented like the best kind of fairy-tale, with its delight in the macabre and its unnerving mix of the sinister and the playful. But this is by no means aimed at children. If you like Edward Gorey, Roald Dahl, Hector Hugh Monro, Neil Gaiman, the Brothers Grimm, Tim Burton, Henry Selick, Danny Elfman, Tom Waits or Agnes Bernelle, there is much to love in this play. An absolute treat.

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