One for All
|Photos by Steve Gunther|
Actor Stephen Dillane was feeling a certain ennui. Hed performed in Londons Royal National Theatre, on Broadway; hed turned down the role of Macbeth for what hes described as a point-of-view problem in an unworkable play. Two-thirds of Macbeth, he told the L.A. Times recently, is represented through the eyes of the title character, and then its focus drifts.
Dillane is at least half correct. Much of Act IV (of five acts) is devoted to those who have seen their families murdered by Macbeth and his henchman. Even if Macbeth isnt center-stage for a few scenes, surely his victims are aspects of his conscience, just as, in King Lear, the treachery of the Kings daughters, and their partners-in-crime, is surely rolling around the old mans head in scenes where King Lear is absent from the stage. So what, exactly, is Dillanes problem with the plays point of view? That Macbeth goes AWOL for most of Act IV? So does King Lear in his play, also in Act IV. Just because a character isnt there doesnt mean he isnt there. It could be argued that, despite the occasional absence of the protagonist, every Shakespearean tragedy is really a one-man show.
In his solo rendition of Macbeth, Dillane and director Travis Preston have seized this idea by the horns and made it literal in order to correct a point-of-view problem that may not even exist. The exercise is a bit like replacing your cars transmission because, whenever you shift gears, change falls out of your pocket. Are you really any richer after the trans job?
For reasons presumably having as much to do with his personal malaise as with Elizabethan literature, Dillane discussed the narrative "problem" of Macbeth with Preston, who had already imagined the play as a one-man show; Preston discussed it with Robert Blacker who was then running the Sundance Theater Labs. In the backwoods of Utah, the actor and director gave Macbeth (A Modern Ecstasy) their Macbeth-as-solo-performance a trial run. After Sundance, the pair continued to work on the project at CalArts in Valencia. The result of this experiment is now onstage at Disney Halls REDCAT Theater in a world premiere, presented by CalArts Center for New Theater, where Preston serves as artistic director.
The good news is that, in a magnificent, carefully modulated performance, beautifully staged by Preston and accompanied by three musicians, Dillane appears to have worked through his boredom with the art of acting. But whether or not Shakespeares play has also benefited is an open question.
Dillane appears barefoot in a silver-gray suit and maroon shirt on a wide stage thats a pit of dark sand twinkling with golden nuggets under Benoît Beauchamps elemental lighting. Set designer Christopher Barreca places six plain screens in a row to provide a backdrop. When the lights blast in from one side, or the top, the actors shadow dances behind him in sundry contortions. This spartan anti-theatrical theatricality, with its slowly moving washes of white light on hues of gray reflecting, I guess, the plays rolling emotional clouds is a bit Peter Sellarsish and a bit Peter Steinish, custom designed for Europes theater festival circuit.
Talk about commanding the stage (the sand, actually), Dillane doesnt move even an eyelid until the gesture is motivated from some recess within his bones. Taking his time, he opens the play by slowly raising an arm to sniff it, somewhat disgustedly. "What bloody man is that?" he asks the first line, Duncans line, from Scene 2. (Scene 1 has been jettisoned.) As Dillane flits between and among characters with a cavalier ease thats nonetheless split-second precise, so begins a gradual crescendo of energy and pace. Flipping into Macduff, the voice instantly drops half an octave, its very timbre suddenly resonating quiet thunder. Dillanes hands go slightly limp as Lady Macbeth softly spits out her monstrous plots. He brushes through the Weird Sisters with a swiveling hand gesture, sprinting through "The hurly-burlys done when the battles lost or won" suggesting that, of course, we all already know about the hurly-burly, no point dwelling there. Malcolm stutters every time he approaches any word that begins with an "M," while Macbeth sounds a bit like a shoe salesman from Hackney, tortured by his horrible wife and the insanity of his own vaulting ambition. With its lightning-quick demands, the performance is a probing and therefore richer version of the Reduced Shakespeare Company farces which fly through the entire canon in an hour or so. Dillane and Preston have found a perfect blend of emotional investment and ironic retraction, of excavating and dusting, until the plays rancid soul is lifted from the mire and exposed in those glaring lights.
Every syllable sparkles with a clarity of purpose thats essentially musical, a quality reinforced by the sparing use of Vinny Golias original score, performed live. Mostly, it provides a rueful accompaniment to Dillanes performance. (Golia plays a contrabass flute, which looks like a flute thats ingested so many steroids that it now resembles a giants large intestine. Sometimes he steps away from the monster to play bass clarinet. Jeremy Davis assists on an electric guitar and "pedal effects," while the drum set including a Gambian kutiro drum, timpani and gongs is manned by Harris Eisenstadt.)
A variation on the lugubrious tone comes with the Porter "knock, knock, knock"-ing with a message to a drumbeat as Dillane thrusts his groin to the rhythm, and the band swirls into a slightly dissonant jazz riff.
Despite the synopsis in the program, if you give two hoots about comprehending the story, youd be well-served to re-acquaint yourself with Macbeth before arriving at the REDCAT. Though there are no other Macbeths running in the city, Ionescos spin on the play, Macbett, performs concurrently at West Hollywoods Globe Playhouse. (Go to http://www.laweekly.com/ink/05/02/theater-mikulan.php for a feature on that production.) Though the Dillane/Preston version of the play is a mere edit rather than a reconstruction (a couple of scenes excised, plus internal cuts), the reference points commonly used to differentiate characters new faces, voices, a variety of costumes, even reactions are blurred if not eviscerated. And it is, after all, the characters who tell the story, which the audience receives largely in the spaces between them. When all the characters come through one sorcerer, the only space that really matters is the one between the actor and the audience, and the effect is that of a conjuring. This glorifies the actor and his capacity for magic-making a transcendence exemplified by the likes of Ruth Draper and Lily Tomlin and Danny Hoch in their solo shows.
This performance, however, isnt about channeling a few folks from the ether in order to generate some humor and poignancy. This is Macbeth, isnt it? So what exactly is gained from the changing of its transmission? The play becomes a poem. Its no longer so much about characters and action as about voices and emotional cauldrons. Its no longer so much a story with a plot as a vortex of feelings about treacherous lust for power. Dillane and Preston have rarefied the tragedy from an ostentatious drama of primal impulses to a piece of music that might be called "The Macbeth Variations." Theyve transformed the play into a meditation on the play.
As meditations go, its certainly a visceral one, and absolutely enchanting, but Im not at all convinced its an improvement on the original. Watching Macduffs horror when realizing that his family has been killed and watching Macbeths contrapuntally blithe response to the death of his queen are both revelations you can also get from a full production. Here, we get the banquet scene without the clashing of dishes or characters. Thanks, but Ill take the clamor. This is a Macbeth sketched in charcoal; Shakespeare painted in oils.
MACBETH (A MODERN ECSTASY) | Performed by STEPHEN DILLANE | Directed by TRAVIS PRESTON Presented by CALARTS CENTER FOR NEW THEATER AT REDCAT, DISNEY HALL, Second and Hope streets, downtown | Through December 12 | (213) 237-2800
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