Photos by Craig SchwartzPlaywright Luis Alfaro’s Electricidad(at the Mark Taper Forum) joins a list of ancient Greek-play updates that comment on local circumstances — from Jean Anouilh’s indignant Antigone(set in Nazi-occupied France) to Steven Berkoff’s flippant Greek(plunking Oedipus —or Eddie — into East London). Alfaro sends Electrato East L.A. in an adaptation remarkable for the way it re-jiggers the story with Spanglish rhythms, cholopostures, and seemingly frivolous references to “anytime minutes” and Food 4 Less. Don’t be fooled. Alfaro is a deceptively despondent jokester who dramatizes the humor, futility and agony of domestic life through characters who gently, sometimes rudely, mock each other with a topping of Mexican comedy. The play seems trite for a while, like a sitcom straining for significance. Then the topping melts, revealing how tragic, revenge-driven cycles of bloodletting match brutal Greek codes of war. Electra is the tormented young woman who, in two ancient Greek plays named Electra(by Sophocles and Euripides), conspires with her exiled brother, Orestes, to kill their mother, Clytemnestra, because 1) Clytemnestra plotted the murder of their father, warrior-king Agamemnon, and 2) Clytemnestra then married her lover, Aegisthus. Why would a wife treat her noble husband so shabbily? Because Agamemnon slit the throat of his and Clytemnestra’s dutiful daughter, Iphigenia: He sacrificed her to the gods in exchange for fair weather on a military expedition. Back home, this was not news that Clytemnestra took lightly. Let’s just say it put a dent in their marriage, which led to a dent in Agamemnon’s skull, which led to a dent in Clytemnestra’s, which is the plot of Electra— action and reaction, cause and effect, eyes for eyes and teeth for teeth. Pagan Greek justice was inter-generational and without mercy, like gang warfare. Just scan TheIliad.In Alfaro’s retelling of Electra,Ifigenia (Elisa Bocanegra) actually shows up. She doesn’t exist in either Sophocles’ or Euripides’ versions because she’s dead, having been sacrificed by her father. In East L.A., however, her dad’s an old-school cholowho never hurt her, never sacrificed her, never sailed to Troy or anywhere else, except maybe down the boulevard. Ifigenia arrives from a convent in Fresno where, after some episodes in jail, she’s found her Savior. She’s saddened and bemused to discover her sister Electricidad (Zilah Mendoza) filthy from sleeping in the front yard and keening over their dad Agamemnon’s rotting corpse, which Electricidad has enshrined in a grave with an altar of stones, votive candles and faded pictures. She hijacked the body from Forest Lawn, and poor Clytemnestra — no, make that Clemencia (Bertila Damas) — smokes and paces in the casa,her speed-dial set to Century 21 in hopes of selling the place. But you can’t unload a home with a corpse in the yard and a locaprotecting it like a pit bull. Alfaro jettisons Clytemnesta’s second hubby, Aegisthus, who’s featured in both Greek versions. No more men for Clemencia. Agamemnon raped her in the back of a car when she was 13, impregnating and humiliating her through life with brazen infidelities. She’s confident she has a better chance of a joining society without cholosenslaving her through abuse and neglect. She killed Agamemnon herself, after a drunken fiesta. Didn’t even break a nail, one of the chorus reports. As Electricidad vows to avenge her father’s murder, Ifigenia appeals to her sister for Christian mercy. She might as well be arguing to change the color of the sky. In her own lead-footed way, Ifigenia introduces an entirely foreign element of forgiveness into an otherwise pagan universe. She’s like the Pope pleading for world peace through a doctrine she can barely articulate in a land hell-bent on vengeance. With this hopeless yet hopeful stroke, Alfaro redefines Electra’stheological essence, from being a play about the mechanics of destiny to a play about the capacity to control one’s fury, and thereby changedestiny. That’s brilliant. Occasionally, Alfaro’s jokes are gratingly glib. “Forgiveness is a virtue,” Ifigenia proclaims, with the tag: “I just learned that one. I don’t know what the hell it means.” Nonsense. She’s been talking about “forgiveness” throughout the play. She betterknow what it means, or why are we all sitting here? In a simple, elegant symbol, by planting the old dead cholocenter stage (departing from Sophocles and Euripides, though Aeschylus used that device in MourningWomen),Alfaro literally moves the earth around the story. As Electricidad and Ifigenia argue whether or not to off mom, you can’t help but ask, what exactly is decomposing here? The chorus of vecinas(Denise Blasor, Catalina Maynard and Wilma Bonet) answers with flowing lyricism: “Before Mayor Bradley/And Gloria Molia/Before the great wars of the ’70s and ’80s/Before the Chicano moratorium/And the death of Ruben Salazar/There was the cholo/Andthe cholowas no myth/He wasn’t even a god/No, he was made by man/The product of racismo/Andneglectful Mamas/Thecholowas just a homeboy/With his zoot suit/And his switchblade/Pushed out by lacultura/Likea coyote, he hid in the shadows/In the coolness of midnights.”
