Three musicals and two plays: a new season announced at the Mayfield

Mayfield Dinner Theatre

By Liz Nicholls,

In the course of next season on the Mayfield Dinner Theatre stage, announced this week by artistic director Van Wilmott, audiences will find themselves watching one of the great contemporary farces, as well as a hit musical.

Neither constitutes typical “dinner theatre” fare. But then, under Wilmott, the commercial theatre company ensconced in the 450-seat house (with banquettes), has consistently expanded the theatrical horizons of that term.

The frantic 1986 door-slammer, by the master farceur Ken Ludwig (Moon Over Buffalo, the book for Crazy For You ), is Lend Me A Tenor. Set in Cleveland 1934, it involves the chaos unleashed,  incrementally, by the arrival of the world-famous tenor Il Stipendo to sing the lead role in Verdi’s Otello. And the role of Max, the nerdy opera company gofer who has to actually get the star onto the stage, against escalating odds, is one of the juiciest in the repertoire.

Dave Horak of Edmonton Actors Theatre (Burning Bluebeard), an artist seasoned in the byways of zany vintage comedy, directs. The casting awaits.

The musical is Sister Act, a 2011 Broadway hit fashioned (by Alan Menken and Glenn Slater) from the Whoopi Goldberg movie. At the centre of a piece that Wilmott describes, very accurately, as “misbehavin’ nuns,” is an aspiring disco diva with a mobster boyfriend in ‘70s Philadelphia. Jim Guedo, whose student production of Sister Act opened MacEwan University’s new Triffo Theatre in the fall, will direct the musical on the Mayfield stage.

That central character, who hides out in a convent when she inadvertently witnesses her boyfriend off a guy, is a tricky star role to cast, Wilmott acknowledges. “Deloris is a tough sing, but she has to be funny…. “ He and Guedo will audition widely. “But, at the Mayfield we always try to cast as much as we can here,” says Wilmott.

Recent seasons have validated that goal many times over, witness Van Wilmott’s practice of hiring local actors from our elite supply. Three of the four actors in Norm Foster’s The Ladies Foursome, currently running (through April 1), are from Edmonton, for example.

Mayfield Dinner Theatre

In a departure from his usual summer programming, Wilmott will run a play instead of a musical in the summer in 2019. “I’ve been wanting to do it for many years,” says Wilmott of Sleuth. The devious, elaborately plotted 1970 Anthony Shaffer comedy thriller/ satire is a veritable hall of mirrors, a puzzle for lovers of games. A rich old-school mystery writer invites his wife’s lover to his remote countryside stronghold, and presents him with a proposition.

Actor/ director Marti Maraden, whose long list of credits includes many seasons at the Stratford Festival (including time as co-artistic director) and the National Arts Centre, directs. Casting hasn’t been finalized; “the actors have to be really on their game!” says Wilmott. 

His 2018-2019 season opens with another revue bio-pic “icon” show by the mysterious Will Marks. As per this current season’s opener Soul Sistas, Two Good Knights features the oeuvre of two legendary, very different artists: Sir Tom Jones and Sir Elton John.

“I’ve played my share of Tom Jones (music) over the years,” laughs Wilmott. “But there were many things I didn’t know about his story…. This is all about how to get the music and that info out there without a narrator’s announcements!”

“In the ‘70s, Elton John sold a gazillion records; he tied with McCartney…. I remember his tunes from high school!” And Elton John has been hugely influential in every cause he’s embraced.

In the popular holiday season slot — traditionally the most popular at the Mayfield box office — is another Will Marks musical compendium, Canada 151. “We’ve been saving the Canadian content for this!” says Wilmott of the musical archive which the new show mines. Horak will direct one of the two Will Marks productions.

Meanwhile the current season continues. Up next (April 10 to June 10) is All Shook Up, a jukebox musical crammed with Elvis tunes in a framework by New York veteran Joe DiPietro (I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change). You don’t really need to know that it’s (very) loosely spun from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.

And the grand finale (June 15 to July 29) is Forever Plaid. The 1989 international Off-Broadway hit is a jukebox musical fashioned from ’50s guy group “close harmony” tunes, and framed by a story of The Plaids, hopefuls who return from beyond the grave to give the concert they never got to sing when they fatally collided with a busload of Catholic school girls en route to see the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show.

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Can life move forward after great trauma? Poison, a review

Nathan Cuckow, Amber Borotsik in Poison, Wild Side Productions. Photo by Ryan Parker.

By Liz Nicholls,

The unexpected thing about Poison isn’t its intensity. After all, its starting point is unimaginable loss. No, the unexpected thing about Poison, as you’ll see in this stunningly acted Wild Side production directed by Jim Guedo, is how intensely gripping it is to watch how two people deal with the poison of the past as it’s infiltrated the present.

If Poison had been primarily about demanding access to your hankie supply, it would have joined a long line of missing-child dramas on stage and screen. But this award-winner from the Dutch playwright Lot Vekemans is about grief and what to do with it, not the breath-sucking moment of impending loss. And the characters enter that world, where the chemistry has been changed forever by bereavement, 10 years in.

Two people, arriving separately, are in a setting (designer: Guedo) of cold geometric white cubes, so unadorned, and clean it could be the antechamber of a hospital room for anonymous plastic surgery, or an avant-garde art gallery before an exhibition gets mounted. The two people were a couple; they aren’t now.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” the man (Nathan Cuckow) named only He says at the outset. And that conventional greeting will have a meaningful reverb — and tragedy — to it as we discover in the course of this short, austere, and compelling play. The encounter is, and remains, awkward. “It’s quiet here,” He says nervously. “It usually is in cemeteries,” She (Amber Borotsik) says, with an unmistakeable edge.

Ten years ago, their son Jakob was killed in an accident. And since then, apparently, they haven’t seen each other. They’re come together at the cemetery to attend to a plan to move 200 of the graves; poison has been seeping into the ground.

There’s a lot of tense and watchful silence in Poison, short though it is. Making a coffee from a machine, or getting a glass of water from the cooler seem momentous. We learn things gradually, in little stingers.

Is grief a sealed-room mystery? There isn’t just one way to deal with a great trauma: there’s moving on carrying grief with you, and there’s staying put, rooted to the ground soil of grief. He, a journalist, was the one who left, on the millennial New Year’s Eve, at 7:10 p.m.; and he has a new life and love in France. She has remained on location, alone, tending the grave, steeped in sorrow.

For her, time has stopped. Things, She says, “were never the same again.” And there’s a nuance of accusation in her tone as she says to him, “you think you’re in control of your own suffering.”

He grapples with that tone. It’s “‘I miss him’ versus ‘I think about him every day’.” The nuances are delicate, and they’re explored as a painful excavation of wounded souls by these two fine actors. He thinks she’s given herself over to grief; she thinks his attempts to move on with his life, to try and start again, are a form of escape.

Nathan Cuckow, Amber Borotsik in Poison, Wild Side Productions. Photo by Ryan Parker.

And then there’s the existential question “if it’s always going to be like this, what’s the point of going on?” Across Borotsik’s face flickers every emotional nuance of a terrible self-knowledge. Indeed, He nailed it inadvertently  the outset: She hasn’t changed a bit. She’s trapped in a torturing stasis in her life. But she stomps quickly on and offstage in her boots, planting her feet, never removing her coat.

Cuckow’s character, physically slower in his movements, ventures through thought more tentatively; every possible nuance of anxiety is at his disposal. He proposes a possible line of consolation that involves giving up on expectation. And what seeps into the fabric of the play is a sense of the intimate relationship that once was.

And, surprisingly, the play surprises us — with its liveliness, its sense of possibilities both accepted and rejected.

Anyhow, before I torture you any further with sentences like that one, I just want to assure you that, sorrowful as Poison is, it will grab hold of all of you, not just head for the eye-watering part of the emotional spectrum. Besides, the production is a chance to see two of our finest actors at work with two questing characters in the most demanding sort of chamber piece. Don’t miss. 



Theatre: Wild Side Productions in the Roxy Performance Series

Written by: Lot Vekemans (translated by Rina Vergano)

Directed and designed by: Jim Guedo

Starring: Amber Borotsik, Nathan Cuckow

Where: Theatre Network at the Roxy (8529 Gateway Blvd))

Running: through March 25

Tickets: 780-453-2440,


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The theatre of the supernatural: Cat Walsh’s Do This In Memory Of Me, a review

Nicole St. Martin and Steve Jodoin in Do This In Memory Of Me, Northern Light Theatre and L’UniThéâtre. Photo by Epic Photography.

By Liz Nicholls,

Do This In Memory Of Me, a strange and captivating new coming-of-age comedy by Cat Walsh, takes us into the richly decorated, permeable mind of a highly imaginative 12-year-old Catholic girl. 

Geneviève’s is a mind with an open door policy, invaded by lurid imagery, grotesque pageantry, decapitated saints, the mysteriously undead dead —  interchangeably with Geneviève’s dad making prosaic demands about school lunches. And since it’s the ‘60s in Montreal and the world is changing, the expansive world of Geneviève’s mind includes vistas from the the starry firmament and flying Russian dogs circling the earth in space ships and challenging the idea of heaven.

This kind of sensory free-association is a challenge, and an invitation, to the joint forces of Northern Light Theatre and L’UniThéâtre. And the ingenious theatricality of this premiere production directed by Trevor Schmidt, with its wonderful projections by Matt Schuurman and eerie soundscape by Darrin Hagen, embraces both raucous comedy and a kind of spooky magic.

Religion is a theatre of the supernatural, after all. And one of its most enduring attractions  is the possibility that death isn’t final, that prayer works, and the invisible has stage presence.

Nicole St. Martin in Do This In Memory Of Me, Northern Light Theatre and L’UniThéâtre. Photo by Epic Photography.

Schmidt’s design is a simple chamber with two doors, as in  Roman farces, embedded in a tall curvilinear curtain. And the traffic through the doors, and the play of Schuurman’s projection-scape across the curtain — above the earth, underwater, in Geneviève’s mind, in church — is constantly surprising and fun. Geneviève’s agile mind is lighted by Beth Dart. 

Back to the story and her predicament. Geneviève’s dream is to be an onstage player in the theatre of the church, as an altar server. She’s rehearsed the choreography (“turn left, genuflect, put the bells down quietly…”). And then Geneviève (Nicole St. Martin) comes up smack against the no-girls rule of her parish, as reinforced by the ancient wheezer Father Paul (Brian Dooley in fine comic fettle). He permits himself a flicker of incredulity at the request before he returns to his continuing campaign for a boy to fill in for his star altar boy Martin (Steve Jodoin). After all, as Father Paul points out, Jesus chose 12 men to be his disciples; if he’s wanted a woman he’d have recruited one.

She prays for an exemption from the rule. She has deal-making conversations with God, a sort of 12-year-old French-Canadian Catholic Tevye. If you’ve ever wondered whether your prayers are getting duly processed up there, or tossed into some sort of bottomless to-do bin and forgotten, or they’re just dissolving into the ether as you formulate them, this is the play for you. And Geneviève is a girl after your own heart.

There’s a kind of freewheeling imaginative energy to this that blithely dispenses with segués, and Walsh is a funny writer. God is being maddeningly close-mouthed. But St. Pancras of Rome, an obscure patron saint of children, shows up. He turns out to be a rather riotous and sulky 14-year-old martyr who cracks wise, shows off his decapitated head, and airs at length (possibly a little too much at length) his own grievances about his relative obscurity in the modern competitive world of saints. “I’m very popular in Europe.”

Her mom’s continuing absence is a mystery on which Geneviève’s dad (Dooley) can’t or won’t shed any light. But when lead altar boy Martin vanishes on the way home from hockey practice, Geneviève’s prayers seem to have been answered, in a particularly lethal way. Is she guilty of inciting divine intervention? Is her mother’s absence a coincidence? Is the adult world not only obstructionist by evasive? Something happens to open Geneviève’s eyes to the disconcerting possibility that certainty is an illusion. There are some questions — even simple ones like “where’s mom?” — that just remain unanswerable. 

As a plucky, curious, quick-thinker of a kid, Nicole St. Martin is winsome. You have to respect the way her pigtails quiver responsively in indignation when she’s up against injustice. As the breezy Martin, never seen without a hockey stick in hand, Jodoin is very funny. And Dooley turns in detailed performances on the obverse sides of the paternal coin: the sad, struggling father and the change-resistant old Father. Geneviève’s dad is a particularly touching portrait of a man who can feel his credibility, and authority, slipping away.

Life is mysterious. The great big world, with its connections to the invisible, is full of proof of that. What you lose in certainty, you gain in possibility. And the crazy beauty of that thought is where the play and this playful production come together.  


Do This In Memory Of Me/ En mémoire de moi

Theatre: Northern Light Theatre and L’UniThéâtre

Written by: Cat Walsh (translated by Manon Beaudoin)

Directed and designed by: Trevor Schmidt

Starring: Nicole St. Martin, Steve Jodoin, Brian Dooley

Where: La Cité francophone, 8627 91 St.

Running: through March 25, alternate performances in English and French

Tickets: and

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The fun of Oy-rish charm: Outside Mullingar, a review

Garett Ross and Jenny McKillop in Outside Mullingar, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux.

By Liz Nicholls,

The fabled Irish countryside connection between man and The Land has a kind of crackpot quirkiness in this charmingly wispy 2014 Oy-rish rom-com by the redoubtable American playwright John Patrick Shanley, of Moonstruck and Doubt fame.

And John Hudson’s Shadow production of Outside Mullingar, led by the most charming of duos Jenny McKillop and Garett Ross, goes along with the sport of this highly enjoyable repository of Irishness.

Peppered with Shanley’s jokes about Irish morbidity, eccentricity, and the storied Emerald Isle lyrical streak, the framework is a feud. And it’s about The Land. The Muldoons and the Reillys have lived for years on side-by-side farms. And for the last 30, they have taken sustenance from an argument about a strip of land between the two.

Designer Daniel Van Heyst provides a movable piece of Irish Lego cottage real estate, that reconfigures itself into kitchens and porches belonging to one party or the other (lighted by Ami Farrow).

The latest from the feud — as we learn in the divertingly non-stop looped arguments of the long introductory scene — is that Anthony (Ross), a lugubrious 42-year-old with a perpetual defeated slump to him, is about to be denied his rightful inheritance of the Reilly farm by his energetically feisty old widower da (Glenn Nelson).

Coralie Cairns, Jenny McKillop, Glenn Nelson in Outside Mullingar, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux.

“You take no joy in it,” declares the old codger defending his decision. “You don’t stand on the land and draw strength from it.” He’s also critical of Anthony’s resemblance to the Kelly side of the family. And Kelly is so cracked he “put his dog on trial for slander.”

Even tart-tongued old Aoife Muldoon (Coralie Cairns), a widow of three days standing, is appalled by this wayward behavior of a father toward a son. She’s in old Tony’s kitchen having a lengthy gab with him. They are discussing, yes, The Land, funerals, and their imminent demises and other larky Irish matters. “Was I only born to bury and be buried?” she asks rather cheerfully. He agrees. No subject is too grim for the Irish sense of humour.

Anyhow, Anthony’s opposite number in the Muldoon clan is Aoife’s daughter Rosemary (McKillop), a sparky pipe-smoking Irish lass who berates the chronic bachelor for his damp and spiritless melancholy.  ““I’m more with nature than people,” he says morosely. “You’re a bit of a lump,” she retorts. “You’ve got to push back.”

She doesn’t hate Anthony, she explains. She just doesn’t like him, and has had a grudge against him since he pushed her down. Age six. Ah, there’s Ireland for you.   

Naturally, this being a romantic comedy, the hostility and incompatibility set forth here means that Rosemary and Anthony are destined for each other. If rom-coms are all about the obstacles between two parties who are clearly, inevitably, meant to be together, you have to hand it to Shanley. He serves ‘em up and keeps ‘em coming in Outside Mullingar.

There’s temperament, there’s resistance, there’s opposing attitudes to, yes, The Land (turns out Rosemary owns the disputed strip). And then there’s a sudden turning into the utterly wacky with a “dark secret” revelation that no one could possibly see coming . Which isn’t really fair. But, damn, it’s just so kooky it stops you in your tracks, which may not be something you should be doing in the middle of a play.

Anyhow, on the one hand, we have a man who looks at the ceaseless downpour outside and notes that it’s “a great day for the rope.” Ross is excellent at creating a portrait of a sensitively morose soul in a state of perpetual, and indeed philosophical, sorrow. “Is a man who does what he must though he feels no pleasure less of a man than one who’s happy?” Anthony wonders this. And Ross is just the actor to fashion this existential position into a comic character.

On the other we have a woman who is animated by her loneliness into a state of exasperated desperation — and is brave enough to take the first steps toward confessing it. And McKillop is lovely, and funny, as the woman who briskly wrestles doubts, his and hers, to the ground, in a last flying leap towards happiness.

The scene in which the pair finally, fatefully tangle is a comic gem of advances (hers) and dim incomprehension (his). And romantic to boot: love as an achievement under the circumstances. They earn their Guinness.

The actors, including Nelson and Cairns, enter into the jaunty gallows humour of Shanley’s American compendium of everything Irish, in an Irish accent (and here for St. Paddy’s Day). It never seems quite real, except when the McKillop/Ross chemistry takes over. But reality isn’t really the point. Something more like storybook charm is the point.

I mean, how can you resist a line about a dour someone who “only loved life when he was in bed. Or eating beef.”


Outside Mullingar

Theatre: Shadow

Directed by: John Hudson

Starring: Jenny McKillop, Garett Ross, Coralie Cairns, Glenn Nelson

Where: Varscona Theatre, 10329 83 Ave.

Running: through March 25

Tickets: 434-5564,

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The byways of grief: director Jim Guedo talks about Poison

Nathan Cuckow, Amber Borotsik in Poison, Wild Side Productions. Photo by Ryan Parker.

By Liz Nicholls,

The play that opens tonight in the Roxy Performance Series introduces audiences here to an award-winning Dutch playwright whose reputation continues to expand in Europe and around the world in eight languages (to date).

Poison, Lot Vekemans’ austere and haunting 2009 hit (it won the Taalunie Toneelschrijfprijs Award for best new Dutch play the following year), joins a long list of plays, movies, novels, that wrap themselves around a couple’s most unthinkable, agonizing, fracturing of griefs: the loss of a child. But, says director Jim Guedo of Wild Side Productions, it stands apart, in all kinds of ways.

Playwright Lot Vekemans. Photo Merlin Daleman

He was intrigued by that. He was even drawn, he says, by the unusual way playwright has laid out the script on the page, in a graphic pattern that’s almost like poetry. “There’s very little excess verbiage and very few stage directions. But the few she gives are absolutely vital!” says Guedo, who’s followed the fortunes of the script since its 2016 New York debut. Poison has since had productions in London and Toronto. 

The last play Guedo directed in Saskatoon before he moved back to Edmonton in 2011, was an award-winning play about a couple’s grief, David Lindsay-Abaire’s Rabbit Hole, in a Persephone Theatre production. “It’s a great play,” says Guedo, “an American play on a similar terrain, which deals with the loss of a child. Very American. And the grief is very fresh….”

With Poison, a decade has elapsed since the child’s death in a traffic accident. The couple has divorced and gone separate ways, and it’s a practical matter that brings them together in a cemetery where the little boy is buried. “So, 10 years later, it’s less about the event itself and more about how you move on. One person is stuck and the other isn’t…. And the play is clever about how information is doled out.”

Guedo, who’s head of MacEwan University’s theatre department (and a former artistic director of the late Phoenix Theatre here)  casts about for a theatrical descriptive of the play’s particular style, feel, quality: “Beckett meets Ingmar Bergman,” he considers. “But she’s her own theatre animal. And the sensibility is quite fascinating…. If there’s heat to it, it’s a cold fire.” The Dutch, after all, “are known for their bluntness and matter-of-factness.”

“Maybe Pinteresque is the word,” Guedo thinks. “And the translation (by Rina Vergano) honours, captures, the essence of it.”

He concedes that a stark play with such a dark heart “might be a hard sell.” But, he says, “it goes on a journey. It’s about people trying hard to move forward.” And if “hopeful” might be too sunny a word, “it ends in a better place than it started.”

Guedo’s production reunites the director with two actors he’s worked with before, in such Wild Side productions as Passion Play and The Realistic Joneses: Amber Borotsik and Nathan Cuckow.

“I’m starting to love short plays,” he laughs. “At 80 minutes, you have so much time to dig deeper.” And he has “two great actors” to do the digging with. “It’s a hard play,” he says of rehearsals that are emotionally taxing in the extreme. “The most we can manage at a time is three hours.” After that, the law of diminishing returns sets in.   

“It’s not a festive play,” he says of Poison. “But it’s an absorbing one.” Vekemans sets in a “spartan, antiseptic room, and the audience has nowhere to go, so they’re drawn into the world…. You don’t just side with one character or the other, the someone who chooses to detach or the other who stays with grief.”

“They start the play like the strangers (to each other) they now are. They’ve made choices. And gradually you can see echoes of what the relationship was….” One characters holds on to grief, wears grief as a badge of honour; the other chooses to be clinical.” 



Theatre: Wild Side Productions, Roxy Performance Series

Written by: Lot Vekemans

Directed by: Jim Guedo

Starring: Amber Borotsik, Nathan Cuckow

Where: Roxy Theatre, 8529 Gateway Blvd.

Running: through March 25

Tickets: 780-453-2440,


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The dark mysteries of the world: Cat Walsh talks about her new play Do This In Memory Of Me

Nicole St. Martin in Do This In Memory Of Me/ En mémoire de moi, Northern Light Theatre and L’UniThéâtre. Photo by Epic Photography.

By Liz Nicholls,

Death. Blood. Dark mysteries laced with eerie hints of the supernatural. A smudgy frontier between waking and dreaming, the ambiguous nature of reality, black comedy of the shivery sort…. This is Cat Walsh’s native habitat as a playwright.

Naturally, she’s attracted to the Church — as you’ll see in Do This In Memory Of Me, the new Walsh premiering tonight in English and Friday in French, a joint commission by Northern Light Theatre and L’UniThéâtre.

Her protagonist, 12-year-old Geneviève, is desperate to be an altar server. And altar servers are a boys-only elite, even though, hey, it’s 1963, it’s Montreal, and the old rule-bound world is rotating on its axis, starting to fling off ancient proscriptions.

Walsh, over lunch, is remembering her own younger self, growing up in a big Ottawa family of “heavy-duty Catholics, Italian and Irish. “As a little kid I wanted very dearly to be an altar server,” she grins. “And our church didn’t allow it. That’s just how it was.”

What was the nature of that dream? “To have a little spotlight, and responsibility, I think. I wanted to ring the bell….” Walsh laughs. Maybe it was that not everybody got to do it.”

“I think my interest in theatricality and (laugh) gruesome stuff really comes out of Catholicism,” she thinks. “The pageantry of it. The re-enactment of the Last Supper, a play-within-a-play! Blood and guts, and digging people up to see if they’ve decomposed! The belief that a saint’s body stays as it is, it’s extremely creepy, but very fascinating to me!” If the touring saint’s arm had come here, Walsh would have lined up to see it in a heartbeat.

A certain dark, not to say macabre, streak runs through her work, as Walsh cheerfully acknowledges. In 2016, when Workshop West asked eight Edmonton playwrights where they’d like to be embedded for a month for their This Is YEG initiative, Walsh picked a funeral home. Her playlet? One Day You And I Will Die.  Her 2015 The Laws of Thermodynamics happens three days before the end of the world, in one of the world’s last repositories of capital punishment, the disintegrating Texas town of Crumb (population: three). A journalist arrives; no matter where he goes, always ends up back where he started.

In Eleven-Oh-Four, Walsh’s solo thriller (in which she starred), the protagonist who’s dreamed her way into another life, can never quite be sure whether she’s awake or asleep.

Walsh has intriguingly described one of her early plays, The Rhythm Method, as “a surrealist medieval drama that shifts in time, with multiple versions of the same story.” Bedlam Theatre, the company she shares with a couple of other actor/playwrights, her husband James Hamilton and Collin Doyle, was born in that project.    

But, as Walsh, a bilingual theatre grad from l’Université d’Ottawa, explains, she’d never written a play before she moved to Edmonton on a friend’s advice 16 or so years ago. “She said it was full of theatre, and I wanted to make something happen for myself.”

A friend here, who was taking a degree in directing, needed a new play, and asked Walsh to write one. A playwright was born, in a historical play “about art forgery in World War II, and a man who sold Vermeers to the Nazis.”

Since then, the Walsh body of dark, mysterious comedies , for both Bedlam and other theatre companies, has grown. And so has her belief that “reality is a continuum that’s constantly changing.. That’s my favourite part of theatre,” grins Walsh, who says she generally doesn’t know where a play will end when she starts to write it.

Nicole St. Martin in Do This In Memory Of Me/ En mémoire de moi. Photo by Epic Photography

That thought finds its way into Do This In Memory Of Me. “In Geneviève’s imagination, we’re in a room in the church, in space, underwater…. And it’ not shackled to chronology.”

Geneviève prays for an exception to the boys-only rule for altar server membership. And when the star altar boy goes missing on his way home from school, she wonders whether her prayers have been answered in morbid fashion. On the domestic front, her mother, too, has vanished, “a source of friction between Geneviève and her dad,” as Walsh says.

“She’s at the age when she thinks adults are withholding answers,” says Walsh. “And to grow up is to understand that aren’t always answers; some things are just mysterious…. Geneviève is on the edge of that chasm, a crisis of faith.”

“Why do bad things happen to people? When you’re a kid everything is centred on you. And it’s a mind-blowing coming-of-age moment when you realize that there’s a whole world out there.”

Walsh is currently working on another new play, Fetch (based on quantum theory), for a Fringe premiere. Meanwhile there’s Geneviève and her predicament. “I was worried that it was kind of a sweet play,” Walsh laughs. “Supernatural and gruesome, there’s that. But a sweet little play. And with a hopeful ending.”

Hopeful but ambiguous. “I like ambiguity,” says the playwright with an enigmatic smile. “It’s the room you leave for the audience.”


Do This In Memory Of Me/ En mémoire de moi

Theatre: Northern Light and L’UniThéâtre

Written by: Cat Walsh (translated by Manon Beaudoin)

Directed by: Trevor Schmidt

Starring: Nicole St. Martin, Brian Dooley, Steve Jodoin

Where: La Cité francophone, 8627 91 St.

Running: through March 25, alternate performances in English and French

Tickets: and

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A musical window into a tragic world: Children of God, a review

Children of God, by Corey Payette, Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel. Photo by David Cooper

By Liz Nicholls,   

There have been musicals before now that explored the effects of bi-polar disorder, of bullying, of cultural imperialism and racism, of homophobia, of domestic abuse. Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Carousel is still controversial; it was written in 1945. 

But there has never been a musical like Corey Paquette’s Children of God. It has the fierce spirit, the theatrical audacity, and the guts to set about telling the horrific, shaming story of Canada’s residential schools that way. Which could be a test case for the territorial rights of the musical theatre.

Children of God, which premiered last year in Vancouver, doesn’t find its drama in arguing that residential schools were a terrible idea. What sane human being — theatre-goer or not — would argue the contrary? No, it’s all about opening a window to a horrifying, long-secret world, designed by an official policy of cultural genocide, and ruled by the mighty double-power of church and state.

It’s live theatre: it’s populated by real Indigenous actors playing Indigenous characters. Long-silent characters with pasts and voices, characters for you to believe and invest in, hope for, share with, as they reveal, in song, the ordinary thoughts and memories and dreams targeted by an official policy of extermination. In a way, what breaks your heart is how modest and unexceptional they are (and Payette’s pop-ish music is good for that): the feel on soil under bare feet, the sound of your own language, the taste of food, the longing for home “where people will know me.” 

In the Urban Ink production that premiered in Vancouver last year, the looming sky, which hovers over the stage and obliterates the horizon, is suffused by an apocalyptic red glow at times, as if the earth itself were on the point of eruption. Characters enter and vanish mysteriously like memories, through a tear in the clouds. The design is by Marshall McMahen, and it’s striking.

Children of God takes us to a prison camp  — for children. The inmates wear identical uniforms, with identical haircuts. On command they line up, they kneel. They are beaten for minor infractions, starved, tortured with solitary confinement and hosing, encouraged to rat out their fellow inmates. Their communication with each other is restricted to a foreign language; their communication with the outside world is cut off entirely. Escape attempts are frequent, and ruthlessly punished.

The authorities are terrifying clerics: the sadistic Father Christopher (David Keeley), a predatory hypocrite, and his somewhat less enthusiastic nun sidekick Sister Bernadette (Sarah Carlé).Their racist mandate is to beat the Indian out of the child. And their lexicon is heavily weighted to prayer, discipline, enforcement, “suitable punishment,” methods that are “effective” against the “savages” and the “filth” of their “devil’s language.”

Not only do we see the kids, and the astonishing resilience they demonstrate when they play together, but we see the damages in their grown-up selves. In the counterpoint of scenes, 20 years apart, which focus on Tom (Dillon Chiblow) and his older sister Julia (Cheyenne Scott), the multi-generational tragedy of loss unfolds.

Cheyenne Scott in Children of God, by Corey Payette, Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel. Photo by David Cooper

Chiblow, who like Scott has big musical theatre pipes, captures the vivid double-sided portrait. The Tom who’s yanked from his parents and sent to the residential school, is a big, overgrown, sweet, exuberant, trusting kid. The Tom of middle years is an angry, divorced, underachiever estranged from his own kids and recently on the wagon. He’s back on the reserve living with his mother Rita (Sandy Scofield); they are fractious roommates.

When Tom runs into an old schoolmate Wilson (Raes Calvert) at a job interview, and sees a man whose “success” is based on living with a white swagger,  the terrible past comes flooding back onto the stage. At the heart of Tom’s memory vault is his sister.

Scott, a tiny but commanding figure onstage, is lovely as the spirited serial runaway eroded by every kind of abuse. Tommy and Julia share one of those classic musical theatre songs of yearning, the tuneful The Closest Thing To Home, which has a kind of wistful Miss Saigon vibe about it.

Sandy Scofield, Sarah Carlé in Children of God, by Corey Payette, Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel. Photo by David Cooper

And as Rita, the mother turned away from the school gate by the authorities in an indelible image of enforcement, Scofield turns in a an unsparingly harsh, grief-stricken performance.   

Payette, who’s the composer/lyricist as well as the playwright and director, knows his musical theatre. Flavoured by Indigenous drumming and played by an unusual onstage quartet (guitar, keys, cello, viola), his score is laced with hints of every kind of musical, from Sondheim to Les Miz. The music doesn’t up the emotional ante (given the powerful subject matter, what music could?); in a way it contains it. It frames the unthinkable by addressing the stakes for the characters in a sharable way we recognize from opera and musicals.

Is all of the musical successful? I’d say no. As one example, notwithstanding the work of the fine actor David Keeley, after what we see of Father Christopher’s cruelty and blatant hypocrisy, it’s difficult to be much drawn by his inner conflict scene. Sarah Carlé, a knockout performer, really rips into an exploration of betrayal in Their Spirits Are Broken (Sister Bernadette’s own spirit is chastened by revelation). Prisoners of the system they may be, but the dissatisfactions of the enforcers, who sing God Only Knows beside their prisoners, aren’t exactly top priority for the audience.     

Cavils aside, Children of God is an original insight into the importance of this moment of enlightenment in our shared history, difficult as it is. As Tom lays it out near the end, “what do we do now?”

“You have guilt; we have sorrow…” he sings. What now? The offence and the tragedy are so huge that reconciliation might seem out of reach. And it’s the particular (and timely) bravery of this piece of theatre that the aggrieved mother leads the way. I won’t explain exactly how. But the ending is of the theatre, of Indigenous culture, and of our shared world, simultaneously. Once experienced, never forgotten.


Children of God

Theatre: Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel

Created and directed by: Corey Payette

Starring: Cheyenne Scott, Sandy Scofield, Michelle Bardach, Raes Calvert, Sarah Carlé, Dillan Chiblow, David Keeley, Aaron M. Wells, Kaitlyn Yott

Running: through March 24

Tickets: 780-425-1820,


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The moment of truth for a country: Children of God, a musical about the ripple effect of residential schools

Children of God, Urban Ink. Photo by Emily Cooper.

By Liz Nicholls,

In the musical that opens at the Citadel Thursday, you’ll meet a smart kid with potential and hopes, a dreamer with a sense of possibility.

And then school happens.

You’ll meet Tom years later, in a family torn apart by official oppression, and feel in your bones the terrible price tag of cultural dislocation, and the ripple effect of trauma through generations.

Seven years in the making, Children of God is Canadian through and through — in its heartbreaking story, its creation, its nine-member cast and band of four. It brings to mainstages across the country for the first time an Indigenous story that belongs to all us, a story from our shared history long shrouded in silence. And it gives voices that have been mute for 150 years songs to sing and dances to dance.

It’s the story of the residential schools that systematically set about “taking the Indian out of the child,” as its dazzlingly multi-talented Oji-Cree creator Corey Payette puts it in his forthright fashion.

And it moves that story in the highly accessible framework of the musical theatre, as its engaging writer/ composer/ lyricist/ director Payette, artistic director of Vancouver’s Urban Ink Productions, explained over lunch last week.

Children of God, by Corey Payette, Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel. Photo by David Cooper

Children of God “started seven years ago from a place of anger and frustration,” says the artist with the starry talent set and communication skills to match. “Growing up in northern Ontario, we just weren’t taught about residential schools; it was kept from us,” says Payette. “The extent of the narrative was that the First People were here and now they’re gone…. That was about it.”

”My grandmother spent her whole life telling people she was French,” says Payette, who grew up in the little Ontario town of New Liskeard (now Temiskaming Shores). “Why would you tell people you were Indigenous? She figured people would think you’re lazy, and you wouldn’t get a job.”  Residential schools? “Not something we talk about,” ” the young Payette and his sister got told.

It was that silence, and silencing, that launched Payette into writing Children of God, he says. He travelled around B.C. meeting residential school survivors and their families; he visited residential school sites, many abandoned and some, as in Kamloops, reclaimed. In fact, an early workshop of Children of God happened in the chapel of a Kamloops residential school turned community centre, on Tk’emlúps First Nations territory. And it was, says Payette feelingly, “the most profound experience of my life….”

Survivors who’d gone to school there and their families (who brought gifts) told him “you need to do this work everywhere in Canada, and not just for Indigenous people!”

“There was a real grace that was shown to  me by so many survivors,” he says. “And I felt, I knew, that every Canadian needs to know this history, the history of the Canada they received…. All of us!”

“It’s an opportunity for our settler allies to experience the story seen through the eyes of Indigenous people,” says Payette of his creation. “What would it have been like if it had been your child? Once people put themselves in those shoes, we’re going to see huge changes!”

It was a survivor in Williams Lake, B.C. who “changed the development of the show in a big way,” he says of the turning point moment the show embraced “healing and forhgiveness, not just anger…. He told me that if he had not forgiven he would have died.” And he had the tragic stories to prove it, friends consumed by alcohol, drugs, despair.

“There we were, sitting on the back of a pick-up truck together and I was so struck by the enormous resilience and strength of survivors — to grieve their losses, and still hold a life together…. What does it take?” Payette pauses to consider.  “I don’t know that I have it in me. It seems impossible.”

”That was the journey that led to the show.”

Children of God, by Corey Payette, Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel. Photo by David Cooper

And, as Payette points out, it’s not as if residential schools can be shelved as a historical relic. “We’re only one circle out from that; the last one was closed in 1996! In my generation there were kids growing up who’d been to schools in the Northwest Territories!”

“If people knew that, they would have a different understanding,” Payette argues energetically. And he explains that Children of God happens in two time periods, 1950 and 1970, in order to convey something of the lasting trauma of a blistering system. We catch up with Tom, the little dreamer, 20 years later back on the reserve when he’s living on a couch at his mom’s house.

“He’s lost his job; he’s given up drinking finally. And at a job interview he meets a classmate of his from the residential school and starts to have flashbacks of a part of his life he’s pushed down….”

Children of God was always going to be a musical, says Payette — not least because of his own pedigree. “I’ve always been a musician; that’s how I started out, with a record deal when I was really young.” At York University, studying musical composition, he got theatre gigs to make money, starting with his debut in Grease at CanStage, at 19. In Toronto he wrote music for Shakespeare adaptations; he got musical director gigs on new musicals.

When he started working on Children of God, Payette still would have identified as a composer, not a playwright, he says. “But I just felt I couldn’t not write the story.” Four years into its development he studied musical theatre writing with guru Sybil Pearson at NYU. And she even accompanied Payette and his cast to Kamloops to try the piece out with audiences.

Children of God, by Corey Payette, Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel. Photo by David Cooper

In a profound way, he says, Children of God had to be a musical; the musical theatre form suits the storytelling perfectly. In Indigenous culture, as he explains, “you cannot tell a story without having a song. And you cannot have that song without a dance…. It’s built into the heart of the culture, that multi-disciplinary performance storytelling.”

“It felt very natural,” Payette says of the natural escalation of big deep feeling into music. “For me, musicals work best when the songs are used to express emotions that are beyond words.” And since the narrative of residential schools is all about silencing people, separating them forcibly from  their language, the traditional musical theatre form is, however unexpectedly, an eloquent fit.

The 19 songs are mostly in English, sometimes in Ojibwe. And just hearing Indigenous language onstage is a dramatic and moving experience for many survivors.

Payette, who’s currently working on another musical Les Filles du Roi, premiering this spring at the Cultch in Vancouver, has found it momentous to tour Children of God to Canada’s big theatres, with mixed Indigenous and non-Indigenous audiences.

Four years ago, when he pitched his residential school musical to artistic directors across the country, he heard No again and again. Honourable exception to Jillian Keiley at the National Arts Centre and the Citadel’s Daryl Cloran who supported its development in his time at Western Canada Theatre in Kamloops, (he programmed Children of God into his first season here even before it had  premiered in Vancouver). “What a fantastic gesture of confidence!” Payette exclaims.

The No’s have turned to Yes’s, with further national and international tours in the works. “It’s an exciting time! Artistic directors get it! It’s a different conversation now!.”

Children of God, by Corey Payette, Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel. Photo by Emily Cooper.


Children of God

Theatre: Urban Ink Productions at the Citadel

Created and directed by: Corey Payette

Starring: Cheyenne Scott, Sandy Scofield, Michelle Bardach, Raes Calver, Sarah Carle, Dillan Chiblow, David Keeley, Aaron M. Wells, Kaitlyn Yott

Running: through March 24

Tickets: 780-425-1820,






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Romantic comedy turns spy thriller: The Romeo Initiative at SkirtsAfire

Heather Cant, Aaron Hursh, Sarah Feutl in The Romeo Initiative, SkirtsAfire Festival. Photo by BB Collective.

By Liz Nicholls,

Against the odds, it’s happening. He’s been a little late in his entrance but your leading man has appeared, finally. Yes, you’ll star in your own romance, finally. Your footing on the terra firma of being single, long maintained, is shaky. You’re ignoring the signs and you’re falling, falling, falling … in love.

What could go wrong, right? A girl’s gotta have her dreams, right? 

The mainstage play that gets a 10-day run under the flag of SkirtsAfire — the six-year-old  multidisciplinary festival that showcases, celebrates, supports, promotes women artists — goes to real-life Cold War history for its setting, and its stinger. Trina Davies’ The Romeo Initiative is set in the dreary government town of Bonn in the 1970s.

A lonely West German secretary with a drab life has unexpectedly met her perfect man — a handsome, busy aid worker — on a Black Sea beach. Amazingly, he’s single. Amazingly, she runs into him again, by chance, at a Bonn bookstore. She can hardly believe her good luck when he’s interested.      

The 2011 play, the 100th new Canadian play to premiere at the late lamented PlayRites Festival at Calgary’s Alberta Theatre Projects and a Governor General’s Award nominee, is the third by Vancouver-based Davies to be produced this season in Edmonton. Her “theatre home town,” as Davies has put it, has already seen Waxworks at Concordia University and Shatter at Walterdale.

The Romeo Initiative is a romantic comedy — till it’s not. And it’s also a spy thriller. And a drama that probes the anxiety, tension, insecurities and and paranoia that colour relationships.

There’s a spoiler built into the SkirtsAfire show description: The Romeo Initiative is based on a real East German espionage program, administered by the Stasi, that profiled and targeted the romantic insecurities of shy, underachieving West German secretaries.

SkirtsAfire artistic director Annette Loiselle couldn’t believe her luck when she found the script while hunting down plays for her adult scene study class at the Citadel. “How come we haven’t produced it?” she says. “You think you’re in a great romantic love story. And then it goes sideways!”

As Loiselle points out, Davies has made something of a specialty of “taking great historical events and making them contemporary, relevant.” Waxworks is based on the remarkable career of Marie Grosholz, aka Mme Tussaud, on the eve of the French Revolution. Shatter is set in the fearful aftermath of the 1917 Halifax explosion.

This is the fourth year that SkirtsAfire, which has expanded in its Alberta Avenue venues every time out, has produced a MainStage play for a run that beings March 1 as an overture to the four-day festivities (March 8 to 11). The initiative, which “doubled our audience from 600 to 1200 the first year,” began with Nicole Moeller’s The Mothers. Johnna Adams’ Gidion’s Knot followed,, a confrontational mother/ teacher drama. And last year, Tracy Carroll fashioned 10 original 15-minutes from Edmonton playwrights into The Mommy Monologues, a cross-section of insights into motherhood.

“Enough about mothers!” laughs Loiselle. Very different are the two women characters of The Romeo Initiative, the one shy and the other more flamboyant, who end up in a love triangle that is “both a battleground and a betrayal,” as Loiselle puts it.

The ambiguities of the piece are meat and drink to director Nancy McAlear, who brought to the stage the most enigmatic piece of theatre seen in Edmonton last season: Bryony Lavery’s The Believers. Ambiguity, she says, “forces the audience to engage.”

“There’s an expansive romantic feel to Act I,” says McAlear of the set-up where Karin meets an alluring man on a beach vacation. “In a series of ‘coincidental’ events she gets swept away….” An eligible single man “at a time when a whole generation of men were lost to the war” is almost too good to be true. “Especially for someone quiet and introspective, resigned to a life of being single,” as Karin is.

Aaron Hursh in The Romeo Initiative, SkirtsAfire Festival. Photo by BB Collective.

“Then the play flips, in a very cool way, in Act II” says McAlear, who will direct next season’s Citadel mainstage production of something a lot more light-hearted: Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley. “You see the same events from the man’s point of view…. You get to see that when he was doing this, he was thinking that. At least two or three scenes are repeats — almost the same but with little deviations.

“It’s a romantic comedy, and then you see it again with new eyes…. Trina (playwright Davies) has opened the door for ambiguity in the character of the man. To what degree was he just doing his job? ” The scenes get shorter and shorter and come at you non-stop: “every character has at least one scene where they’re not telling the truth, and there’s so much that’s not said, underneath the dialogue….”  

As she points out, “this makes it very challenging for the actors,” not only forgetting which act they’re in when they say something, or saying in a way that doesn’t take into account ‘we don’t know that yet’.” McAlear sighs happily: “so much subtext! So much betrayal!”

And there’s another allure for McAlear, who’s moved back to Toronto, where she was before she arrived in Edmonton to do a master’s degree in directing (and ended up staying three years longer than she’d intended). “The ’70s! My favourite decade!”

The ’70s, really? Think of all that polyester. “I was a kid,” McAlear laughs. “I was still happy, before I realized how challenging life could be. I loved my clothes! I loved disco!”


The Romeo Initiative

SkirtsAFire Festival 2018

Written by: Trina Davies

Directed by: Nancy McAlear

Starring: Sarah Feutl, Heather Cant, Aaron Hursh

Where: Cabaret Theatre, Alberta Avenue Community League, 9210 118 Ave.

Running: March 1 to 11

Tickets: From March 1 to 7, TIX on the Square (780-420-1757,; during the festival itself, all tickets by donation.

Morgan Nadeau in Silenced, SkirtsAfire Festival. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux.

Other theatre at SkirtsAfire:

Silenced by and starring Morgan Nadeeau (directed by Jan Henderson): a bravely personal solo show that explores that great double-taboo: depression and anxiety. Nadeau is the founder of Fool Spectrum Theatre, and runs the E-Town Clown Cabaret. SkirtsAfire’s Loiselle says it’s the show most requested by schools for their kids. March 10, Cabaret Theatre, Alberta Avenue Community League, 9210 118 Ave.

Peep Show: Curated and dramaturged by Tracy Carroll. A double-offering of new plays: 27/37 by Bevin Dooley and In The Place Of Stars by Christine Lesiak. March 10 and 11, Cabaret Theatre as above.


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A diary, an inheritance, and a struggle come to life in Blood of Our Soil

Lianna Makuch, creator of Blood Of Our Soil. Photo by Mat Simpson.

By Liz Nicholls,

“How can our land not be fertile when so much blood, both Ukrainian and foreign, has seeped into it?”

Five years ago Lianna Makuch discovered a handwritten book that would have a seismic impact on her creative life as a theatre artist. 

It was the 1944 journal in which her grandmother chronicled her emigration from Ukraine. She fled a war-ravaged homeland that was trapped between the competing brutalities of of the Soviets and the Third Reich. And her writing was breathtakingly eloquent. “It shows that our enemies must love our land more than we do, for they fight for it ceaselessly,” writes Makuch’s grandmother. “Will we live to see that moment when our people join the circle of free nations?”

“Such an intelligent, intuitive woman,” says Makuch of the Baba with whom she and her sisters spent their summers as they grew up. “And in her own way an artist, a Ukrainian folk artist.” Makuch remembers her grandmother traumatized by night terrors, screaming in her sleep. The recurring motif of those terrible nightmares was “people coming to steal us.”

The inspiration of the woman herself, both sets of her grandparents, and that powerful first-hand World War II chronicle of a flight made on foot continued to reverberate for Makuch. And she made a play, as theatre artists are wont to do.

Blood Of Our Soil, premiering Thursday on the Westbury stage in a Pyretic production directed by Patrick Lundeen, is that play, full of Ukrainian folk music and dance, two intense years in the making. It “brings her journal to life,” says Makuch of a play she describes as “semi-autobiographical.”

The discovery of the journal five years ago had a companion piece in the news of the day. In 2013 a revolution happened in Ukraine, when the Kremlin puppet government formalized closer ties to Russia, instead of to the European Union. As Makuch explains, “what began as a peaceful demonstration in Independence Square in Kiev,attracted a million people. And protests continued for three months….”

“That was the catalyst,” says Makuch of Blood of Our Soil. The eve of our Family Day holiday “was the four-year anniversary of one of the deadliest fights of the revolution…. Huge for the Ukrainian diaspora, huge for my family. And my grandmother’s words, ‘will we live to see that moment …?’ really ring true.”

The Ukraine’s struggle has continued, lo these many decades — witness political complications, and the aggression of Russian-back separatists in eastern Ukraine. To Makuch, for whom the Ukrainian culture is a defining part of her identity, it invited a double-optic.

Hania, the character through whose eyes we discover the world in Blood of Our Soil, is, like Makuch, “a Ukrainian Canadian trying to understand her cultural inheritance.” She travels to her ancestral homeland, so beautiful and so traumatized by a war that may have slid from the slippery slope of the world’s headlines, but has never ended.

Which is exactly what Makuch, Lundeen and fellow playwright/dramaturg Matthew MacKenzie (Bears, Bone Wars) did in October, 2017. More on this eye-opening trip momentarily.

Blood of Our Soil, Pyretic Productions. Photo by Mat Simpson.

A year ago, Pyretic Productions had workshopped a production that drew from the journal and personal stories and memories from  both sets of Makuch’s grandparents. It touched on the current conflict in Ukraine. And, says Makuch, it seemed to touch a shared, bruised heart. “We were really successful…. The Ukrainian community responded resoundingly. And people drove in from from Ukrainian communities outside Edmonton wanting to see the show.”

“Afterward, people pulled me aside to tell me this own stories, stories about their own grandparents.” It was, she says, an vindication of the power of theatre, and the way “the personal can become the political.”

Strathcona MP Linda Duncan, who came to see it, referenced the play in Parliament in a debate (led by Minister of Foreign Affairs Chrystia Freeland) about this country’s role in Operation Unifier, in eastern Ukraine. “That emboldened the project,” says Makuch.

But to continue, Makuch needed to be on location. She “gathered the troops,” she laughs. Pyretic Productions went to Ukraine. First, the trio sought out the ancestral villages of her grandparents, including the one from which her journal-writing Baba had fled. “I saw the house she grew up in,” says Makuch of a big M Moment, “a cute little pink cottage on a little plot of land. She had described the mountains, and you see the rolling hills.”

In her grandfather’s village, the graveyard was overgrown, but in the brush, the Pyretic trio managed to find the tombstones of Makuch’s great-great grandparents. In the village of her maternal grandmother, who’d been abducted by the Germans, there was no trace of house or document. In a film-worthy encounter, they ran into “two old babas on a park bench, and they remembered my her.” And in the ensuing conversational complications, “my great grandmother’s brother’s grandchild” came bounding out of a house. “She greeted me as if I were her own daughter! She showed me pictures and scarves, and letters from my grandmother in the ‘70s.”

Lianna Makuch, Blood of Our Soil. Photo by Mat Simpson.

The experience was emotional and dramatic, and had its funny moments too. Linden and MacKenzie speak zero Ukrainian; in the countryside where English was non-existent they relied entirely on Makuch’s language skills. “They were hopeless!” she laughs. “I left them alone for one day. They got lost. They somehow ended up spending 80 Canadian dollars for lunch — in a country where the average dinner might be 10 bucks.”

The first part of the trip was a family pilgrimmage. The second took them near the front lines of the conflict. “I’m taken aback by how little Canadians know about it. “During the revolution, it was a hot topic. But it feels like, four years later, it’s kind of faded into the background….”

In Russian-speaking eastern Ukraine, Makuch and her Pyretic compatriots hired a “fixer”/translator  to help set up interviews. They met war veterans and displaced people (there are three million in Ukraine). They approached the front lines, and saw signs where the people had painted poppies around the bullet holes. 

In the Russia-supported rebel strongholds near Donetsk, people are living in their cellars. Eight kilometres from the danger zone, they’ve become acclimatized to the nightly boom of mortar attacks and shelling. “I’ve never heard anything like what I heard, and people didn’t even flinch,” Makuch says.

The three were apprehensive about being thought “disaster tourists,” Makuch says. “Would people resent us? As soon as they discovered we weren’t journalists they reacted positively, and opened up to us…. A lot didn’t want to be filmed and we were OK with that.” One veteran said he thought that artists, in their own way, were like soldiers. “It was very inspiring; people thanked us for coming, and for telling their stories…. Blood of Our Soil is a play, yes, but it feels like more than that.”

In true multi-disciplinary Pyretic style — which Edmonton audiences have seen in such productions as Bears and The Other — there’s a chorus of dancers (choreographer: Alida Kendell) who become the landscape, the people, the places. There’s music (assembled and arranged by Larissa Pohoreski). And there’s an immersive projection design, which Nicholas Mayne (“a genius with technology,” says Makuch) has fashioned from photos the trio shot in Ukraine.

“Act I is more historical. In Act II, the chorus becomes the people we met, with first-hand accounts.” There’s a lobby installation that chronicles 100 years of Ukrainian history. And on March 2, there’s a panel discussion with MP Duncan and war veteran Dmytro Lavrenchuk. 

“It’s a blend of personal heritage and artistry,” says Makuch of her labour of love. “And it’s been an honour to bring it to life.”


Blood Of Our Soil

Theatre: Pyretic Productions in association with Punctuate! Theatre and Theatre of the New Heart

Written by: Lianna Makuch

Directed by: Patrick Lundeen

Starring: Lianna Makuch, Oscar Derkx, Julia Guy, Maxwell Lebeuf, Tanya Pacholok, Larissa Pohoreski

Where: Westbury Theatre, ATB Financial Arts Barns, 10330 84 Ave.

Running: March 1 to 9

Tickets: 780-409-1910,

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