By Show and Tell
By Bree Davies
By Bree Davies
By Cory Casciato
By Emilie Johnson
By Robin Edwards
By Bree Davis
By Josiah M. Hesse
Ibsen's 1881 classic is being presented at Studio 44 by Denver's HorseChart Theatre Company. In a clever mixing of past with present, director J.K. Palmer chooses an approach that is part traditional, part avant-garde, staging the production in a starkly lit netherworld in which each character sports a costume that is half contemporary dress, half antique boutique. Although Palmer's experimental version sometimes overstates the obvious and lacks the sort of subtle tension that prompted one critic to term Ibsen's original "the strongest play of the nineteenth century, and also the most harrowing," the director occasionally illuminates the frightening realities of an extended family's inexorable slide into despair.
All of the action takes place in the country house of Mrs. Alving (Kathryn Gray), a widow whose husband was a dissolute ship's captain. The play begins with a simmering argument between Mrs. Alving's young maid, Regina (Jennifer Bledsoe), and her widower father, a ne'er-do-well carpenter named Jacob Engstrand (Jake Arnette). Contemptuous of his money-grubbing lower-class habits (he's clad in the remnants of a neon-orange highway vest and wears a workboot on one foot and a mid-calf leather boot on the other) and extremely conscious of her position as a maid in a supposedly respectable household, Regina rebuffs her father's feeble attempts to get back into her good graces. But her hoity-toity pretensions ring hollow when she thickly declares, "Don't give me that crap!" on the heels of scolding him for swearing in her presence. It's just one indication that Regina's aspirations to a more genteel life are compromised by her humble origins.
We're introduced to Pastor Manders (Stephen Cosgrove), a rock-ribbed cleric who once counseled a distraught Mrs. Alving to uphold her matrimonial vows following her disastrous first year of marriage to Captain Alving. ("The spirit of rebellion makes us seek happiness in this life," says the pastor when recalling those early years.) Now Manders serves as both minister and business counselor to Mrs. Alving, advising his close friend and former love interest in her quest to erect an orphanage as a memorial to her late (and philandering) husband. In due time, we meet Mrs. Alving's son, Osvald (Matt Saunders), a sickly painter who's returned home in order to regain his strength and plot a future for himself. We soon learn that the sins of the father have been revisited on Osvald, who's suffering from the advanced stages of venereal disease.
Performed against a backdrop of tattered curtains looming over a stage floor painted with a spiraling vortex pattern, director Palmer's briskly paced production adequately conveys the urgent, disturbing undertow of impropriety that threatens to swamp the characters in a sea of scandal. Sometimes, though, Palmer's expressionistic choices are heavy-handed and work against the current of Ibsen's meticulously crafted dialogue. For instance, one of Mrs. Alving's great apprehensions is that Osvald and Regina, who are actually brother and sister, will become romantically involved.(Unbeknownst to the younger characters, it was Captain Alving--not Jacob Engstrand--who impregnated Regina's mother, the former household maid.) But rather than allow that phantom-like terror to linger in our imaginations and manifest itself through Pastor Manders and Mrs. Alving's agitated discussion, Palmer directs Bledsoe and Saunders to appear on one corner of the stage and grope each other while Mrs. Alving recounts to Manders her husband's fall from grace. As a result, we focus more on the lurid aspects of Osvald and Regina's incestuous relationship--which doesn't appear all that out of place in this macabre discotheque of a setting--instead of immersing ourselves in the far-reaching effects of Mrs. Alving's self-fulfilling prophecies.
By contrast, Palmer's decision to bathe the stage in green light during Mrs. Alving's speech about her personal demons intensifies our understanding of her psychological torment, especially when Gray's shadow is cast in four or five different places at once. And the director's intermittent use of ominous sound effects such as cello music and dripping rainwater are most effective near the end of the drama, when the implications of Osvald's illness become horrifyingly real. However, while it's intriguing, Palmer's choice to place Mrs. Alving in an easy chair near the edge of the stage is mostly confusing--we don't realize until well into Act Two that the chair is supposed to be in another room (given the surreal goings-on, it might even be in another dimension). A few exits are awkwardly staged as well: At times the characters walk toward a bluish light and, like Victorian pod people, pause, stare meaningfully into the abyss and then slowly leave the stage.