This is the Archivist’s home, his hermit’s cave, his retreat — also the place that he has consciously modeled on the human brain, complete with right and left hemispheres, and areas representing the amygdala and cerebellum. He himself, he tells us, is the hippocampus — the gatekeeper, and also the organ involved with the storage of all knowledge and memory. Except, tellingly, short-term memory. Because the archive, which contains all the films in the world, is a closed system and therefore dead. The Archivist sorts the films according to an idiosyncratic system of his own.
“The brain evolved to tell us the story of ourselves,” says the voice of a narrator, and each of us is his or her own movie. Bits and pieces of scenes from films move in and out of the Archivist’s mind, and it’s no surprise to find Plato’s Allegory of the Cave coming into play — though it is a surprise to see an animated short on the allegory narrated by Orson Welles.
Phillips is one of the most creative theater artists in the country and his visits to this hometown are infrequent. The ARCHIVIST is still unfinished, and audiences have been seeing slightly different versions of it — but every version is bound to be illuminating.
The Archivist, presented by Buntport Theater, 717 Lipan Street, has two performances left: at 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday, July 16. Tickets are $15 ($10 students); call 720-946-1388 or go to buntport.com. For more information on Thaddeus Phillips, visit luciditysuitcase.org.