It’s Jesus’s mom’s turn to speak: The Testament of Mary at Northern Light Theatre

Holly Turner in The Testament of Mary, Northern Light Theatre. Photo by Ian Jackson, EPIC Photography.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

The star of the famous story gets top billing and a lot of press. And he always has, being the Son of God and starting a world-wide religion and all. But you don’t hear from his mom in any of the usual “impeccable sources.”   

Mary was there, after all, as her son Jesus acquired divinity, became The Son, and suffered an agonizing death. In the play opening  Northern Light Theatre’s 42nd season Friday — adapted for stage by the Irish author Colm Toíbín from his own Booker Prize-nominated novella — we’ll meet a mother with a point of view and a grievance. And we’ll hear Mary’s own spirited and highly skeptical version of the events that led to the crucifixion and the resurrection. 

“I’m attracted to it,” says Holly Turner, who stars in The Testament of Mary, “because of the idea that there is this story in the world that everybody accepts as true…. Here is another perspective!”

“And in this world of fake news …”  Turner pauses and smiles. “I don’t want to offend anyone,” she says, “but Mary is saying to the followers, ‘guys, you created this story!’”

It was Turner who approached Northern Light’s Trevor Schmidt with the idea of doing the play. After all, it was Schmidt who cast the thoughtful, quick-witted Turner in a play a decade ago, at the very moment she was retiring her career as a federal tax lawyer and returning to her original love, theatre.

In fact, Turner, now 70, appeared with him onstage in The Busy World Is Hushed, which explored religion, faith, suffering, and love, all subjects under the gun in The Testament of Mary, albeit in very different ways. Turner played a biblical scholar with a secret sorrow, who hired Schmidt’s character, a young man adrift, to ghost-write a book about a newly discovered gospel.

Turner, a Philadelphia native who grew up in Pittsburgh, had originally arrived here from New York in the late ‘60s — and by a route no one could reasonably have predicted.

As she explains, the summer she’d graduated from the Neighborhood Playhouse she’d had “an amazing break.” She landed on Broadway as Henry Fonda’s daughter in “something eminently forgettable” called (she has to think for a moment) Generations. “A sitcom, maybe a little ahead of its time,” Turner grins. “The guy who played my husband wore beads….”

“Anyhow, the result was I got a good agent,” and landed a touring production of Barefoot in the Park that went to Buffalo, and caught the eye of the Citadel artistic director for the production of that Neil Simon comedy that opened the ’67-’68 season. “I came here because they offered me a small part in Hedda Gabler, too, and I didn’t have anything like that on my resumé,” says Turner, with a cheerful shrug. “Then I met my first husband and stayed in Edmonton.”

The Turner story is full of bold turns like that. “I worked in theatre, off and on for a while,” she says. By the mid-70s, she decided to go to law school (she has a master’s in tax law from the U of A). “I think maybe I wanted to something more predictable. … As it happens I think I got out of theatre just when it was really taking off here.”

“I kept thinking I’d get back to theatre, but I just didn’t have the time to do the auditions.”

It was just after she’d retired from federal justice department that Northern Light suddenly appeared on her resumé. After that she did a season with the Freewill Shakespeare Festival; she’s appeared at L’UniThéâtre, the Citadel, Wishbone. She’s done Fringe productions of Love Letters and The Year of Magical Thinking, a solo spun from Joan Didion’s memoir.  She’s written plays, too; The Accident was workshopped at SkirtsAfire in 2015.   

When Turner discovered Toíbín’s novella, and got fascinated, she tracked down his agent, and acquired two quite different versions of a script that had premiered in Dublin before it was remounted in London and then New York — a highly unusual production, incidentally, in which the Irish star Fiona Shaw appeared completely nude at the end, and shared the stage with a live vulture.

No birds are involved in the Northern Light production, Turner assures. But Schmidt’s set is “unusual,” she says mysteriously.

Holly Turner in The Testament of Mary, Northern Light Theatre. Photo by Ian Jackson, EPIC Photography

The Testament of Mary finds Mary post-crucifixion, being kept in a safe place under the pretext, as Turner puts it, that “they’re looking after her in her aging years.” But now there’s an orthodoxy to fortify. The apostles who visit and interview her for the gospels they plan to write “don’t want her going around telling people her version of events, speaking to “what I did and what I saw.” After all, her version of events has more to do with the earth than the divine. 

In the play “Mary knows she has an audience,” says Turner. “And there’s (both) a conspiracy aspect and a confessional aspect…. She has a need to confess to her own part in what transpired.”

As you might expect The Testament of Mary is a challenge to the Catholic tradition that  reserves a specially anointed place for Mary as the Mother Of God. “This is not the party line,” as Turner puts it. And the play has provoked protests in both London and New York.  Turner seems a little disappointed that a proposed protest here by a Catholic outfit, has been withdrawn.

But “this is not religious play,” she says. “It’s not religious in a passion-play kind of way. Or religious in a conventionally biblical sort of way either.”

Solo shows can make for lonely cast parties. Turner laughs. “In The Year of Magical Thinking, I sat in a chair for 80 minutes, and the play was circular…. Whereas this one is linear, it’s based on a famous story, there’s blocking (stage movement). And there’s some comfort in that.”

Besides, Turner finds Mary “a very appealing woman” to inhabit. “She’s smart, she’s a player. She’s forced to make some hard choices. I like her….”

PREVIEW

The Testament of Mary

Theatre: Northern Light

Written by: Colm Toíbín

Directed by: Trevor Schmidt

Starring: Holly Turner

Where: PCL Studio Theatre, ATB Financial Arts Barns

Running: Friday through Nov. 4 

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Music, stories, cabaret, ‘infotainment’, opera, and plays: a weekend of trick and treat on Edmonton stages

Noah Walker, Khari Wendell McClelland, Tanika Charles in Freedom Singer, Project: Humanity. Photo by Dahlia Katz.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

It’s a musical journey that cuts to the soul of a turbulent history. In Freedom Singer, which arrives at the Citadel Club starting tonight as part of a cross-country tour, the Detroit-born Canadian musician Khari Wendell McClelland retraces, in music, a journey towards freedom.

The show, which he co-created with Project: Humanity’s Andrew Kushnir, charts the journey of his great-great-great grandmother Kizzy and her African-African contemporaries in the 1880s as they escaped slavery in America en route to freedom in Canada — on the Underground Railroad.

The production, which opened in Toronto last February, weds storytelling to music — music that reimagines the period in contemporary hip hop, rock, rock, and soul. McClelland, who commands a dizzying array of instruments himself, appears onstage with Toronto soul singer Tanika Charles and the Vancouver guitarist Noah Walker. The show runs Wednesday through Sunday. Tickets: 780-425-1820, citadeltheatre.com.

•At this time of ghostly mysteries and spooky interventions, Theatre Network hosts an alluring duo of seasonal shows this weekend. Friday night, it’s the Halloween edition of Hey Ladies! the unclassifiably sprightly work of Leona Brausen, Cathleen Rootsaert, and Davina Stewart. Entertainment advice, music (the acclaimed Ben Sures), booze (assorted thematic concoctions), games, interviews, prizes…. The Ladies use the word “infotainment” for this; hell, they own the word in this town.

Saturday night, the wonderful actor/singer Patricia Zentilli is back, with the next in her series of themed cabarets, PattyZee@TheRoxy.  For Face Your Fears, she’s enlisted the deluxe pianist/ musician/ arranger Don Horsburgh, a frequent collaborator — and songs from Jason Robert Brown, the reigning monarch of urban angst Stephen Sondheim, Ben Folds, and others. Her guests for this Fear edition are singer/ songwriter/ actor/ playwright Andrea House, and up-and-comer Jessica Andrews.

Curtain time for both shows is 8 p.m. at the Roxy on Gateway (8529 Gateway Blvd). And tickets are available at 780-453-2440, theatrenetwork.ca, and TIX on the Square (780-420-1757, tixonthesquare). a 

•ALSO: Friday is your last chance to see the wonderfully operatic storytelling of Quebec star playwright Marc Michel Bouchard: Les Feluettes at Edmonton Opera. Friday is your first chance to see The Testament of Mary, Colm Toíbín’s provocative solo show about Jesus’s mom, opening the Northern Light season. And Thursday, launching the Shadow Theatre season, is a love story of rarified structure it borrows from quantum physics: Constellations. Meet the stars, in preview, at 12thnight.ca. And, spookiest of all, Catch The Keys’ 10th annual edition of Dead Centre of Town, an exhuming of our long-buried past in a ghostly midway at Fort Edmonton.

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Quantum physics and the infinite possibilities of love: Constellations opens the Shadow Theatre season

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By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

In the quantum multiverse, every choice, every decision you’ve ever and never made exists in an unimaginably vast ensemble of parallel universes.

— Marianne in Constellations

Mat Busby, Liana Shannon in Constellations, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux Photography

In the mind-bending love story that launches the Shadow Theatre season Thursday, a quantum cosmologist and a beekeeper meet by chance at a barbecue. And in the course of Constellations, the same scenes of their relationship play themselves out again and again in parallel universes — with a word or two changed, or an an inflection, or a tiny fragment of information withheld or revealed. Endless possibilities, very different arcs.

You know that feeling that there must have been a moment when everything could have turned out very different? In the great multiverse of “could-have-been” alternatives  (including the one where I didn’t pre-emptively drop out of high school physics to avoid flunkage) here’s one I didn’t see coming.

An actor sees a show in London that she “absolutely loves.” She returns to Canada, has coffee with a favourite director, and says “I saw this great play!” Whereupon the director says, unprompted, “Is it Constellations?” Which brings us — through either a demonstration of ‘ quantum entanglement’  or a cluster of odds-against possibilities — to the Shadow production of the 2011 two-hander by the young English playwright Nick Payne. The play, which has attracted admiration on both sides of the Atlantic, is directed by Amy DeFelice; it stars Liana Shannon, the actor who’d gone to London (and chosen to see Constellations instead of any number of other shows), and Mat Busby, the actor who didn’t.

And now, weeks into rehearsal, there’s this: I’m in the Varscona Theatre in the morning (improbable enough, in truth) with two actors. And Shannon and Busby are talking about quantum physics and free will vs. destiny (more improbable still) instead of, you know, motivation and sight lines.  And, as it turns out, the smart, genial stage manager Chris Nelson happens to be a physics buff, with things to say about the intersection of higher physics and the arc of the love story.

Enter the set and lighting designer, Tessa Stamp, in her painting duds. She says, cheerfully, “I was going to be a physicist before I found theatre…. I carried around Roger Penrose’s The Emperor’s New Mind (I looked it up: a seminal volume by a star English mathematical physicist) in my backpack all the time. I thought about string theory, algorithms, cosmology….”

She’s happy to shed light on the exotic idea of ‘quantum entanglement’ (and how it might be joined to romantic entanglement in a play). “It’s the science behind teleportation,” Stamp she explains, quoting Heisenberg, of the “uncertainty principle” fame. “It sort of feels like the physics of the soul…. By the time you finish trying to prove the soul doesn’t exist, the quantum mechanics of it will prove that it does….”

“That’s romantic,” says Shannon, appreciatively. I’m wishing I’d had a science teacher like Stamp in school. Things might have turned out very differently.

She, Busby, and Stamp talk about the way relativity and quantum mechanics are “opposite answers” to the big questions. They muse on the conflicting behaviour of matter and particles vis-a-vis principles like gravity. “We experience time sequentially,” says Busby. “But at a molecular level…. well, all our decisions we will make and never make happen at the same time; that’s what the play says.” He grins. “That’s one of the great things about acting; you learn about so many things.”

Mat Busby and Lianna Shannon in Constellations, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux Photography 2017

As you will glean, it’s an unusual conjunction of talents — free will? fate? — at work on Constellations, itself an unusual conjunction of quantum physics and love story. “At heart it’s a fairly straightforward love story,” says Busby. “The trajectory of the relationship in different universes depend on what (the two people) are bringing at a certain point in time. One’s in a relationship, one’s single. Or the other one’s single. Or both are single. Or both aren’t…. Sometimes the changes are very small. A conversation ends; do Marianne or Roland have the bravery to take the extra step?”

“Very human,” says Shannon. “So much depends on timing, and the timing changes in each universe. What if I’d taken this road instead of that? We’ve all thought about it. In this play we see it played out. Sequentially.”

In a parallel universe Busby and his actor wife Jenna Dykes-Busby, for example, might not have an adorable 16-month-old baby named Violet who’s busy acquiring molars. They might never have met. And Busby might not have spent the summer working at the Varscona (he’s an artistic associate at Teatro La Quindicina), appearing in Andrea House’s Chasing Willie Nelson at the Fringe, and getting virtually no sleep.

The idea of infinite possibilities played out makes Constellations a rather daunting script to read, as Busby agrees. When you do one scene over and over again, with minute changes, a word can make a big difference. “The big fear,” he laughs, “is that we leap ahead and the play ends way too soon. Or we’re stuck in the same loop, and we’re all here for a year.”

“I was daunted by how precise it is,” says Shannon, who appears frequently with DeFelice’s Trunk Theatre. When she teaches adult theatre and film classes at the Citadel school, she often uses the analogy of jazz and improv. “But this is really more like classical music…. And it’s beautiful.”

Roland and Marianne may separate or not, their romance may sputter or not, but the connection mysteriously seems to remain, says the actors of the love story. “It’s a human tendency to ask ‘why?’ questions,” grins Shannon. “I’m a free will person. But there are those destiny moments….”

Busby laughs. You like to think to think it doesn’t really matter if you order a cappuccino or a latte, but maybe…. Anyhow, it reminds you to be attentive, mindful.”

PREVIEW

Constellations

Theatre: Shadow

Written by: Nick Payne

Directed by: Amy DeFelice

Starring: Liana Shannon, Mat Busby

Where: Varscona Theatre, 10329 83 Ave.

Running: through Nov. 12

Tickets: shadowtheatre.org, 780-434-5564

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Oil money, glamour, seduction, betrayal … the new season of Die-Nasty starts Monday

Davina Stewart, Vincent Forcier, Stephanie Wolfe in Die-Nasty, the live improvised soap opera, season 27. Photo by Ryan Parker.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

It’s 1983. And world-class cities don’t come any world-classier than the one down the road.

Yes, it’s in the gleaming cloud-capp’d towers of Calgary, that fabled Shangri-La of wealth and power and world classiness, oiled by, er, oil, that Die-Nasty finds the setting for its 27th annual season of weekly improvised soap opera.

Die-Nasty meets Dynasty,” as billed, in this homage by  Edmonton’s Canadian Comedy Award-winning improv company to the steamy suds of prime-time TV soaps. As you read this, a new re-boot of Dynasty, the iconic ‘80s series set amongst the oil aristocracy of Denver, has started to air. And the ensemble of deluxe improvisers has taken note, says Die-Nasty’s Jeff Haslam, who directs Monday’s season launch at the Varscona.

Which brings us to the pneumatic attractions of ‘80s Calgary (say it breathless and awestruck, CALgary!, the way Haslam does). With its delusions of grandeur — ladies and gentlemen, I give you such Calgary ‘hoods as The East Village and Tuscany — it’s prime for “funny acting,” laughs Calgary-born Haslam, who remembers taking the bus downtown as a kid just so he could ride the skyscraper elevators up and down. 

“What struck me was that in a lot of TV series, the average length of a scene is three minutes; with Die-Nasty, Falconcrest,The Colbys, Dallas, Knot’s Landing and the rest, the average length is six minutes! And that’s a lot more dialogue! A lot more slow burns, close-ups, smouldering glances, threatening looks, fights….”

Die-Nasty has parodied TV soap opera before now, but of the daytime variety. The stakes are bigger at night, Haslam points out. And their casts are peppered with already movie stars just a bit past their best-before date, like John Forsythe, Jane Wyman, Barbara Stanwyck. “And they bring a sort of grandeur to the acting that\e made their shows hits….”

After all, “big ‘40s-style movie acting on a small screen looks even bigger,” he says happily of a style as large as the shoulder pads. “We all remember the women more than the men…. There’s a certain pluminess of the vowels. It’s just not naturalistic acting by any stretch…. These are people who have been in Wuthering Heights. Now they bring the same kind of intensity to ‘meet me for a glass of white wine, in (breathless pause) Kensington, across the bridge (breathless pause) from Memorial Drive’.

For their epic struggles of bedroom and boardroom, there’s a wealth of ‘80s reference points at the disposal of the Die-Nasty crew: “‘clubs with names like Scandals, the Husky Tower, the awarding of the Winter Olympics to Calgary, the Saddledome….” In fact, as of last Monday’s brainstorming meeting, Matt Alden has thoughts of playing an architect, the one who designed that iconic Calgary hockey palace.  

The basic infrastructure on which the company will hang Monday night episodes through May 28 is two families in lethal competition, in the bedrooms and boardrooms of the glorious oil-rich city. Meet Calgary’s richest family the Rocheforts, with their fortune in oil by productions, and their deadly rival clan the Camemberts, money and influence grubbers scrambling for a foot up.

Plans so far include Tom Edwards as Rochefort grand fromage Chaz, who has certain unmistakeable John Forsythe vibe, with Stephanie Wolfe as his former secretary (and new wife) Jewel, and Belinda Cornish as his new secretary Amber Stilton. Let images of Linda Evans waft over your memory. Davina Stewart is thinking of playing Chaz’s ex-wife Alexis Rochefort-Velveeta, à la Joan Collins. 

One Rochefort son, Dax (Jesse Gervais) runs the entire Rochefort operation, and also owns the Calgary Flames — with personal assistant Clay Manchego (Jason Hardwick). The other son, estranged from his dad, is Dr Rex Rochefort (Mark Meer), who runs a charity offering plastic surgery to the homeless.

Everything could change in the playing, of course. But the Camemberts include Sheri Somerville and Peter Brown.  Wayne Jones plays twins, chauffeurs to both families.  

Nobody knows how the cheese will melt. It’s all improvised, after all. It’s all improvised. But as the series suds up, expect to see ruthless treachery, intrigue, mullets, wheeling and dealing, seductions, betrayals, viral greed. All good unwholesome fun!

PREVIEW

Die-Nasty, the live improvised soap opera

Director: Jeff Haslam and members of the company

Where: Varscona Theatre, 10329 83 Ave.

Running: Monday Oct. 23 through May 28, except Dec. 25 and Jan. 1

Tickets: at the door

   

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Scare yourself, run away to the circus: Dead Centre of Town X, a review

Adam Keefe and William Mitchell in Dead Centre of Town. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Even before the fog rolls in at Fort Edmonton Park , an abandoned midway on an autumn night is an eerie sight. An empty skeleton of a ferris wheel, rides without seats, boardwalks across empty fields, a merry-go-round in a glass house with ghostly wooden horses frozen mid-prance.

And more unnerving still: a population of the undead, who won’t stay buried. Thanks to Catch The Keys Productions, theatrical exhumers extraordinaire, they’ve re-emerged from the grave, and the tumultuous decade between 1918 and 1928, with grievances to air and strange stories to re-live. And they sense we’re tainted too; the gruesome chalk-faced ringmaster (Colin Matty), who seems to be waiting for us at every turn, taunts us with the knowledge of our own lust for the unsavoury. You’ve come to “find your weird,” he leers at us. And I guess he’s right.

The 10th anniversary edition of Dead Centre of Town doesn’t so much occupy the 1920 Johnny J. Jones Midway at Fort Edmonton Park, as it haunts the place and creeps it out. To flickering lighting by bonfire and hand-held lantern, and unnerving eruptions of glows in the dark, we trail from ride to ride, freak side show to aerial act, dancing girl to hawker, illusionist to fortune teller.

Vincent Fortier in Dead Centre of Town. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux.

The bizarre horror stories that playwright Megan Dart has unearthed, still mouldy from the grave, and paired to circus acts, are from this place. Which is a big part of the shivery atmosphere that hangs over Dead Centre of Town X. Our Town, the Dart re-write. Violent death, serial murder, suicide, gore, freakish accidents, animal acts gone very wrong, horrifying exits (of a startling variety) from this mortal coil …  our graveyard of history contains a veritable variety show of the creepy, the distinctively odd, the downright bizarre. Elephants are involved. Who knew?

The way recognizable names float by — Strathcona, the High Level Bridge, apartment 14 at the Arlington … — puts a distinct chill down the back of your neck. And the characters, released from the bonds of obscurity (i.e. our civic ignorance), seem to enjoy the recoil. They mingle, they tap you on the shoulder, they smile their black smiles. 

Beth Dart directs a cast of 15, gamely risking hypothermia in lacy period showbiz gear to do the dance macabre of E-town history. Costumes, make-up, special effects and set are by John Evan and Kat Evans.

I don’t want to spill the beans about the stories; you wouldn’t thank me if I did. But then again maybe I dreamed it all, even the terrifying little boy (shhhh, not in front of the children). I woke up this morning in a city with an innocuous surface, copious concrete, a plethora of bureaucrats and lots of potholes. My friends, I have the prickly sensation that there’s more to this town than that. 

Give yourself a thrill! Get yourself to Fort Edmonton (and wear layers).

REVIEW

Dead Centre of Town X

Theatre: Catch The Keys Productions

Written by: Megan Dart

Directed by: Beth Dart

Starring: Colin Matty, Morgan Smith, Christine Lesiak, Adam Keefe, Mat Simpson, Vincent Forcier, Samantha Jeffery, Joshua Lee Coss, Bobbi Goddard, Jake Tkaczyk, Marina Mair Sanchez, William Mitchell, Perry Gratton, Franco Correa, Elisa Benzer

Where: Johnny J. Jones Midway, Fort Edmonton Park

Running: through Halloween

Tickets: fortedmontonpark.ca

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See “something Edmonton never gets to see” this week: Bibish de Kinshasa at L’UniThéâtre

Marie-Louise Bibish Mumbu in Bibish de Kinshasa. Photo supplied.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Well, Edmonton, your theatre week is full of intriguing shows that “Edmonton never gets to see,” as L’UniThéâtre’s Brian Dooley puts it. 

*Starting Wednesday, L’UniThéâtre, our hospitable francophone theatre, is hosting a cabaret/play like no other. Dooley calls Bibish de Kinshasa “an event” or “an experience” for want of a better term. Where else in town will a for-real taste of another culture be part of your evening at the theatre? Just asking.

The work of Montreal’s Productions Hôtel-Motel, Bibish de Kinshasa,is a multi-dimensional multi-sensory theatrical adaptation of a 2008 novel (Samantha à Kinshasa) by Congolese journalist Marie-Louise Bibish Mumbu, who reworked it a couple of a couple of years ago when she left her African home and found a new one in Quebec.

Gisele Kayembo in Bibish de Kinshasa. Photo supplied.

“The director (and adapter) Philippe Ducros is actually part of the show,” says Dooley. “There’s a documentary meta- aspect to it; he’s onstage interviewing the author,” as the infrastructure of a sort of memoir. The main character (Gisele Kayembo) guides us through the streets of Kinshasa, the Congolese capital. Another of the four performers is the bartender, who’s actually serving drinks.

The idea is to create an embracing context, as Dooley describes the show, which runs in French (with English surtitles, except for Thursday’s performance). There’s music, there’s insight into exile and the immigrant experience, there’s geopolitical discussion, there’s reflection on the endless war that’s built into the reality of the Congo.

Bibish de Kinshasa. Photo supplied.

Since there’s drink and Congolese food, arrive 30 minutes before show time for the full experience. Bibish de Kinshasa runs Wednesday through Saturday at L’UniThéâtre, La Cité francophone (8627 91 St.).

Andile Nebulane in Ubuntu: The Cape Town Project.

•At the Citadel, a strikingly vivid, physicalized kind of storytelling comes our way via a collaboration between South African and Canadian actors directed by Daryl Cloran. Ubuntu: The Cape Town Project, is in motion on the Maclab stage only till Sunday. And needless to say, there’s nothing quite like it in the season. Check out the 12thnight.ca review. Tickets: 780-425-1820, citadeltheatre.com

Dead Centre of Town. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux.

•There is no precedent for the site-specific/ horror/ history/ urban lore extravaganzas set in the Edmonton of the past — except of course the nine previous annual editions of Dead Centre of Town. Catch The Keys Productions’ 10th annual incarnation of their original productions, which dig in the graveyard of E-town history, is running at the Johnny J. Jones Midway in Fort Edmonton Park through Oct. 31. Be very afraid. Tickets at Fort Edmonton Park. Have a look at the 12thnight.ca preview of Dead Centre of Town

Michael Vetsch, Chris W. Cook, Evan Hall in The Aliens. Photo by db photographics.

•There is nothing in contemporary theatre quite like the hyper-realism of Annie Baker, which shimmers with the cumulation closely detailed observations till your mind buzzes and meaning emerges in long silences. In The Aliens, currently getting an attentive and hypnotic What It Is production at Theatre Network, in the Roxy Performance Series, you’ll meet creative, smart young characters in a kind of suspended animation. Consult the 12thnight.ca review of The Aliens. 

A Bright Room Called Day, U of A Studio Theatre. Photo by Ed Ellis.

 •Onstage at the U of A’s Studio Theatre, the season opener is A Bright Room Called Day, an early work by Tony Kushner, who would later make his name as playwright and public intellectual with the monumental Angels in America. This 1991 piece, which investigates the way history loops, originally crosscut the rise of the Third Reich and  Reaganite America. It’s been updated periodically since. And now, in the production adapted and directed by Brenley Charkow, it parallels 1930s Germany and the current Trump landscape. 

The production runs through Saturday at the Timms Centre for the Arts. Tickets: Studio Theatre or 780-492-2495.

 

There’s more. Who, for example, would be gutsy enough to even consider doing an Aretha Franklin/ Tina Turner concert/revue type show? Soul Sistas is an evening at the Mayfield to knock your socks off, starring Tara Jackson and Tiffany Deriveau, with great back-up from an ace band. Check out the 12thnight.ca review of Soul Sistas.

For that matter, what community theatre would step up to the time-honoured and weighty challenges of Ibsen’s A Doll’s House? There. It’s running at Walterdale (through Saturday), and I’ve answered my own question. Tickets: TIX on the Square (780-420-1757, tixonthesquare.ca)

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It’s the small stuff that counts: The Aliens, a review

Chris W. Cook, Evan Hall, Michael Vetsch in The Aliens. Photo by db photographics.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

When stubbing out a cigarette or trying to bring on a sneeze count  as flurries of activity, you’re in the brave theatrical world of Annie Baker. Kicking over a plastic chair? Downright revolutionary.

The fallback term ‘slacker’ barely skims the meticulously detailed surfaces of the characters we meet in Baker’s The Aliens, hanging out behind a small-town Vermont coffee shop. Taylor Chadwick’s What It Is production — a theatre company name that seems particularly à propos in the case of Baker’s uniquely subtle theatricality — opens Theatre Network’s Roxy Performance Series.

It’s Edmonton’s first chance to see this mesmerizing 2010 play by the young American Pulitzer Prize winner (The Flick, Circle Mirror Transformation, Body Awareness, John). And see it you really should, since you’ll be seeing three thoughtful, observantly unforced performances by a trio of fine young Edmonton actors. And you’ll be seeing them in a production that lets the meaning and feel of the piece sneak up on you.

This kind of dot by dot naturalism isn’t as easy as it sounds — not in an art form like theatre that relies heavily on stylization, the big strokes. Baker’s art is in the small strokes, and this production knows it.   

Jasper (Evan Hall) and KJ (Chris W. Cook) hang out on a more or less permanent basis, smoking, drinking magic mushroom tea and ruminating at the picnic table out back of a small-town Vermont cafe, next to the garbage and recycle (realized in impeccable detail by designer Liza Xenzova).

There is zero exposition and neither guy is exactly a windbag; au contraire, the dialogue is, mainly, unspoken (if that isn’t an oxymoron), a matter of a few sparse words and pauses that seem to go on forever. But we do learn that at age 30, they’re drop-outs, underachievers in the scholastic department with better things to do. Things of a creative nature. Like song writing and being in a band, if only they could settle on a name (there’s a long and amusing list of rejected possibilities, among them Hieronymus Blast, The New Humans, and The Aliens, named for a Charles Bukowski poem). They actually perform oddball songs by a trio of writers

Or, in the case of Jasper, writing a novel (also named for a Bukowski poem), trying to use seething resentment about a recent breakup to turn loss into something intense on the page. 

They’re not without talent; they’re … well, what? Stalled, I guess. Short on translating talent into something with forward momentum. In short, they’re aliens, outsiders looking in. And they’ve found models, like Bukowski, Kerouac, Millier, who validate the kind of creative alienation they’re into.

In other hands than Baker’s, they’d have satirical targets on their backs; her weird and distinctive kind of comedy treats them with considerable affection. And Cook and Hall are on the money, both individually and in the friend chemistry that makes them alert to microscopic changes in the vibe between them.

They seem to be zoned out, suspended in an ether of non-activity that makes standing up seem like the charge of the light brigade. But Hall as Jasper, the broodier of the two, retreats into silences with a kind of angry pulse to them. His pal KJ, the shroom tea-drinker who lives with his new-age-y mom and has a history of “breakdown,” has a kind of aimless stoner smile to his inward gaze. But when it comes to appreciating his friend’s creative output, he’s there; he listens to Jasper reading his latest chapter with unexpected focus. 

Michael Vetsch, Evan Hall in The Aliens. Photo by db photographics.

The arrival on the scene of a young cafe employee clutching a garbage gives them an audience beyond themselves. Evan, the nervous loner high school kid sent to remind them that it’s an “employees only” space and they have to leave, is played with surpassing awkwardness by the terrific newcomer Michael Vetsch, who has the general demeanour of an anxious beagle and holds in trust until further notice he furrowed-brow record for the season.

Michael Vetsch, Chris W. Cook, Evan Hall in The Aliens. Photo by db photographics.

KJ and Jasper move on to offer their fellow misfit and acolyte a cig, and include him in their non-activity. I’m still smiling, in a wincing sort of way, at the memory of their July 4 “celebration.” Evan’s life is changed. 

Things take a surprising turn in Act II. Will this subtly drawn world of tiny details and inconsequential throwaway exchanges be elastic enough for an uncontainably large, tragic event? Chadwick’s compelling production makes bold choices; you can imagine others, but his do work. You’ll see; I mustn’t say more.

The Aliens does something radical; it replaces “larger-than-life” with “as small as life.” But as this strange but strangely familiar play captures, life keeps it comin’, in waves, and thoughts, trailing inconsequential fragments of dialogue. Don’t sweat the small stuff, but it’s the small stuff that counts.

REVIEW

The Aliens

Theatre: What It Is Productions, in the Roxy Performance Series

Written by: Annie Baker

Directed by: Taylor Chadwick

Starring: Chris W. Cook, Evan Hall, Michael Vetch

Where: Theatre Network at the Roxy, 8529 Gateway Blvd.

Running: through Oct. 22

Tickets: 780-453-2440, theatrenetwork.ca

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Igniting connections: a review of Ubuntu at the Citadel

Ubuntu: The Cape Town Project. Photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

A son dreams nightly of his father. That’s how it starts.

But what sets Ubuntu: The Cape Town Project on its zigzag course through two time periods 30 years apart is an inspired perpetual motion scene, high-speed and word-free. It flings Jabba (Andile Nebulane), the young man, through the whizzing madhouse Cape Town restaurant where he works and out across the world — through airports, trains, buses, and passport control and pat-downs — to Canada in search of the elusive mystery man Philani (Mbulelo Grootboom) who haunts him.   

This knock-out kinetic scene is staged by director Daryl Cloran in a dazzling criss-cross of diagonals on the Citadel’s Maclab stage, against a cunning wall (designer: Lorenzo Savoini) constructed entirely of suitcases with secret revolving doors, niches, closets.

It’s a signal of what can happen when two theatrical traditions meet. And that is actually the provenance of this fascinating 2009 Theatrefront show, created collectively by Cloran and a cast of South African and Canadian actors in Toronto and at the Baxter Theatre Centre in Cape Town.

With its clash of generations and cultures, past and present, what Ubuntu conjures is a mystery of identity only resolvable by embracing the idea that we’re all interconnected, through time and space. We don’t start fresh and autonomously; we cannot escape either our ancestors or the ripple effects we set in motion. And as the play’s university genetics professor character Michael (David Jansen) tells his students, we have roots in common anyhow since our origins are African.

The title, “ubuntu,” is a South African word that means roughly “I am because you are.” And the plot is a series of accumulating coincidences, small and large improbabilities that turn out to prove the point. Which means, I guess, they aren’t coincidences at all.

Anyhow, in the present, the rocketing arrival in Canada of Jabba, clutching a suitcase and a single Polaroid photo as a clue, is stopped cold — as cold as the weather — by his frosty reception. The professor who appears in the photo with his dad denies and stonewalls. The professor’s daughter Libby (Erin McGrath) who works in the library where Jabba tries to search the archives, is hostile. 

Andile Nebulane, Erin McGrath in Ubuntu: The Cape Town Project. Photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

 Counterpoint the past: Philani had arrived in Toronto 30 years ago to study microbiology. He gets a part-time job in the library, thanks to the professor, and sends money back every month to his little son in South Africa. It’s in the library the student from far away meets an anxious, sweetly nerdy grad student, Sarah (Tracey Power), who’s into the migratory patterns of birds, with a specialty in mating calls. And they fall in love.

As son and father the two South African actors, both magnetic, have an intensity and physical explosiveness about them that ignites the stage. And it happens in both the movement/dance outbursts, inspired by South African practice, and the more verbal scenes (mostly in English, sometimes in Xhosi) that are more traditional in Canadian theatre. Director Cloran marries them theatrically in a way that makes the former natural, inevitable eruptions of the latter. In this he is materially assisted by Gerald King’s lighting and Christian Barry’s sound design. 

Mbulelo Grootboom in Ubuntu: The Cape Town Project. Photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

 The charged chemistry of Grootboom and Power as Philani and Sarah makes for two scenes that are among the most memorable and moving of the production. In the first, their attraction becomes dance. Later, as Philani retreats into a dark depression, the tension between them erupts into a wrenching physical struggle for a chair. Power’s beautiful performance charts Sarah’s gradual emergence from the carapace of the tentative and fearful into moments of rapture — and beyond.

Nebulane turns frustration and rage into a kind of physical electricity. And McGrath, assigned a character less realized by the play, is nonetheless always convincing as Libby.

Michael’s obstructionism and truculence is crucial to the plot; everything relies on it. But I have to admit I never did really understand why a genetics professor who speaks to the unified origins of mankind in Africa, is so dead set against revealing his own personal connection to that thought. I guess that’s the good ol’ Canadian theatre embedded in Ubuntu: there has to be a family secret and it has to be pried out of characters gradually, over time, kicking and screaming. Having said that, I must add that Jansen commits himself gamely.

In any case, Michael gets to say something to another character that resonates powerfully. It’s something you take out of the theatre and keep in your pocket for later: “You belong to a lot of people. Don’t make that a bad thing….”

Belonging to a common humanity is what Ubuntu, both in the making and performing, is all about. In that, it’s vivid, it’s startling, and it’s eloquent. 

REVIEW

Ubuntu: The Cape Town Project

Theatre: Citadel/ Prairie Theatre Exchange

Created by: D. Cloran, M. Grootboom, D. Hay, D. Jansen, H. Lewis, M. Monteith, A. Nebulane

Directed by: Daryl Cloran

Starring: Mbulelo Grootboom, Andile Nebulane, Tracey Power, David Jansen, Erin McGrath

Running: through Oct. 22

Tickets: 780-425-1820, citadeltheatre.com

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Catalyst Presents: Onegin, the Vancouver hit rock musical coming our way!

Onegin, Vancouver’s Arts Club Theatre. Photo by David Cooper.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

A unusual love story, in which one of our most inventive theatre companies falls, hard, for an inventive show — and makes advances:    

Catalyst Theatre has fallen in love with Onegin, a much-awarded  original Canadian indie rock musical fashioned from the Tchaikovsky opera and the Pushkin poem. Not only that, Catalyst is bringing it to audiences here Jan. 17 to 28 on their home stage, the Maclab Theatre at the Citadel — for a radically accessible/ you-snooze-you-lose introductory price of 17 bucks.

Onegin is the work of Ariel Gladstone and Veda Hille, the team behind the quirky travelling hit musical Do You Want What I Have Got? A Craigslist Cantata (seen at the Citadel Club in 2014).

The Arts Club production of Onegin that caught the eye of Catalyst artistic director Jonathan Christenson in its premiere run in Vancouver, May 2016, has been widely praised for its irreverent, highly theatrical re-invention of classic literature in a re-imagined musical form. Which is, after all, something that Catalyst does with unusual pizzaz and  expertise too (witness Hunchback, Nevermore, Frankenstein, and others). Onegin scooped up an unprecedented 10 Jessie Awards in Vancouver, and ran in Toronto this past May. 

Christenson says he particularly remembers one of the songs Onegin sang: “’Amuse me, surprise me, shake me … try and wake me’  And at the performance I saw the entire production was doing just that for the audience!’”  You can hear the soundtrack on Veda Hille’s website: vedahille.com.

The presentation run announced Thursday, starring Alessandro Juliani and Meg Roe, introduces a new initiative, Catalyst Presents, designed to bring exciting indie work to town in coming seasons. More on this later; stay tuned. 

Meanwhile, Onegin tickets: 780-425-1820, citadeltheatre.com

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Soul royalty at the Mayfield: a review of Soul Sistas

Soul Sistas, Mayfield Dinner Theatre. Photo by Ed Ellis.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Holy smoke! Or as we say in the prairies, Holeeeee! If you haven’t seen the audacious concert show currently running — also dancing, jumping, rocking — at the Mayfield, you’re missing out (as I discovered just this week). Soul Sistas is a rare chance for Edmonton to experience bona fide soul: sexy star performances from a couple of startling talents backed up by Van Wilmott’s  crack seven-piece band and expert back-up musicians.

As you’ll learn in Soul Sistas, assembled and annotated by the mystery team of Will Marks and Kevin Michaels, what the remarkable careers of soul icons Aretha Franklin and Tina Turner have in common is a point of origin in gospel, and the African-American church. Ah, and Tennessee.

Aretha, though, grew up blue-blood in the family of a celebrity Memphis preacher who played Scrabble with Martin Luther King. Tina, the adoptive name of one Anna Mae Bullock, grew up dirt poor in Nutbush, Tenn., This backwoods town lends its singular name to Tina Turner’s Nutbush City Limits, as you’ll discover in a production number of high-octane brio and snazzy choreography (by Christine Bandelow) in the course of Act II.

Even though this is “in the spirit of…” and not some “legends”-type impersonation extravaganza, the casting challenges of Soul Sistas, as you’ll glean, are daunting. Especially in the case of soul queen Aretha , it’s the voice, a soulful coloratura of unparalleled agility. As Aretha’s admiring sister (Antonette Rudder) puts it, it’s the voice that delivers “the most intense R&B in history….” Tara Jackson, startlingly, evokes the singer’s legendary vocal gymnastics with impressive authority, in a powerhouse performance that’s all her own.

Tina Turner’s story, from a hard-scrabble childhood to a career tied to and thwarted, temporarily, by the notoriously sleazy and thuggish Ike (Matt Nethersole), seems to have distinct chapters, as signalled by hair size and colour. The soul remains; enter the rock star with the explosive non-stop physical energy onstage enters. Triple-threat Tiffany Deriveau delivers a sexy, magnetic performance, a veritable perpetual motion machine who doesn’t just occupy the stage but rampages through it dancing. And smiling: a workout of epic proportions.

The script isn’t long on biographical zeal, for which we should probably be thankful. Yay Atlantic Records, boo Columbia Records, that sort of thing. In each act, members of the ensemble — Aretha’s sister, a Tina back-up singer — steps forward to volley  some simple, sometimes goofy, narrative fragments. And there’s video footage (and a non-stop succession of wigs) to conjure and the evolution of the stars through space and time.

But mainly, the songs just keep coming. Chain of Fools, Rock Steady, Natural Woman, Rocket 88, What’s Love Got To Do With It, Simply The Best….

That river is deep and the mountain high.

REVIEW

Soul Sistas

Theatre: Mayfield Dinner Theatre

Written and compiled by: Will Marks and Kevin Michaels

Staged by: Christian Goutsis

Starring: Tara Jackson, Tiffany Deriveau, Jameela McNeil, Matt Nethersole, Atonette Rudder, Malinda Carroll

Running: through Oct. 29

Tickets: 780-483-4051, mayfieldtheatre.ca

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