A visceral reverb that stays with you: Brick Shithouse at Found Fest

Brick Shithouse, fenceless theatre, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Brianne Jang

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

It’s stayed with me, the way dangerous theatre does. So I wanted to tell you about Brick Shithouse. I was lucky to catch the last performance of the fenceless theatre production that sold out its whole run at the Found Festival.

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The people we meet in Ashleigh Hicks’s play are stalled, restless 20-somethings, millennials with college degrees that are looking awfully worthless. They’re working crap retail jobs, scrambling to put together rent money, still living with their parents, deadeningly aware they’re never going to catch up with their student loans.

And what they’re really doing for a living, these childhood friend/classmates who are still referring to their high-school relationships, is looking to the online world. Behind a pay wall that they’re kidding themselves is a fortress, they’re live-streaming their fight club to that anonymous expandable audience. When that audience starts to make ever-grosser, more appalling requests, upping the ante with hard cash, drawing the line gets harder and harder. How far will they go?

Brick Shithouse, fenceless theatre, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Brianne Jang

As one character says, once you open that door, it can’t be closed. The dangers, and the assault on individual consent and viable relationships, escalate. Once there’s a camera and a link, the notion of privacy, of personal boundaries and private moments, is a dangerous illusion.

Watching Sarah J Culkin’s production at the Tesserae Factory (a big warehouse where Freewill Shakespeare and Edmonton Opera sets get built) is a visceral (not to say blood-splattering) experience. You can feel the bruises getting kicked and the noses getting busted, at the same time you’re getting to know desperate characters on an individual basis.

Brick Shithouse, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Brianne Jang

This is a cast of seven selflessly physical actors who literally throw themselves into the play. Sam Jeffery’s fight direction (which is almost by definition intimacy direction) is remarkable bone-rattling, on Even Gilchrist’s set design, over which a lighting grid hangs like a cage.

Brick Shithouse speaks to the moment — against a soundscore of bodies smacking down on mats — and a generation who have found themselves off the grid where ‘coming-of-age’ has traditionally happened. The memory is live, and it makes me flinch.

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The breezy and the sharp in a comedy of (bad) manners: Private Lives at Teatro Live! A review

Belinda Cornish and Josh Meredith in Private Lives, Teatro Live! Photo by Marc J Chalifoux

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“I think that very few people are completely normal really, deep down in their private lives….” argues Amanda in Noel Coward’s 1930 comedy of (bad) manners, the season finale at Teatro Live!. It’s a declaration on behalf of entitlement, personal exceptionalism, liberation from convention.

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And Amanda (Belinda Cornish) and Elyot (Josh Meredith), the charming monsters of Private Lives, not only use it as a barricade against the vulgar world and its disillusionments, but weaponize it against each other, too. Five years into their divorce, they meet again on adjoining French Riviera hotel balconies (designer: Chantel Fortin), honeymooning with ‘normal’, and hence entirely unsuitable, spouses.

The flammable love/hate that burnt their marriage to the ground instantly bursts into flame again. And they up and leave together: they flee to Paris, abruptly leaving in the lurch a couple of perplexed new spouses and the chaos they’ve created. Clearly they can neither live with nor without each other. Neither calm nor its opposite can sustain them; both are ominous.

Coward’s comedy is a very particular combination of the breezy and the sharp: cool teasing wit on top, heat underneath. And it’s tricky to pull off. Not least because of the idiomatic verbal dexterity it requires, but the full-blooded way Amanda and Elyot knock each other around the stage. And Max Rubin’s production is at pains to give full weight to the play’s double-sidedness about passion and fury, without Private Lives turning into Who’s Afraid of Noel Coward?. For the benefit of Victor, Amanda remembers their marriage as “two violent acids bubbling about in a nasty little matrimonial bottle.” And yet, self-destructive impulses rule her life.

Priya Narine, Garett Ross, Josh Meredith, Belinda Cornish in Private Lives, Teatro Live! Photo by Marc J Chalifoux.

For his part Elyot’s defence against residual guilt, both present and retrospective, is flippancy. “You mustn’t be serious my dear one; it’s just what they want … all the futile moralists who try to make life unbearable.” You could haul out the term dysfunctional, I guess, for the central relationship in this romantic “comedy” with its dark, acidic anti-romantic stance. But it’s dysfunction that is, in every way, high-functioning.

In Cornish, Rubin’s production has a star Amanda, quick-witted and elegant, who knows exactly how to time and toss off Coward’s witticisms so that the little barbs are funny, generated with high style, and stick (lightly) to all the available surfaces of the play. It’s a captivating performance, bright charm with a cutting edge. Amanda is incurably, chronically, arch, but this is a performance that reveals hints underneath of the vulnerability of the truly directionless.   

If Meredith, new to the Varscona stage, doesn’t quite have the suave and teasing crunch that makes so Elyot irresistibly maddening, to his ex-wife and to us, his boyish sulkiness at high-pressure moments is amusing. Together they have contiguous exasperation thresholds, and in Rubin’s production, the way insignificant remarks become momentous — a Cowardly insight into volatile relationships — is always convincing.

Priya Narine and Garett Ross in Private Lives, Teatro Live!. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux.

As the rejected spouses, who are designed to be irritating foils to the main event, constantly demanding reprises of the failed marriage, Priya Narine and Garett Ross bring some originality to their performances under Rubin’s direction. Victor isn’t a dope; he’s touchingly gallant in his conventional way, genuinely baffled by a wife who says things like “darling, don’t be vehement” to him.” Sybil, in Narine’s performance, has the kind of grating vivacity that brings out the worst in Amanda. And, with a supply of outrage at hand, she cracks off a few choice insults of her own that are, inevitably, no match for the effortless throwaways of her “rival.”

Everyone looks divine in Leona Brausen’s frocks and suits. And the Mediterranean lighting by Narda McCarroll locates us in an improbable world of a funny comedy that isn’t comical — in which love is both the subject, and the problem. 

REVIEW

Private Lives

Theatre: Teatro Live!

Written by: Noel Coward

Directed by: Max Rubin

Starring: Belinda Cornish, Josh Meredith, Priya Narine, Garett Ross

Where: Varscona Theatre, 10329 83 Ave.

Running: through July 28

Tickets: teatroq.com

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Teatro Live! announces a new season

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

At the centre of Teatro Live!’s upcoming 43rd season, announced this past weekend, are revivals of two seminal Stewart Lemoine comedies of very different hue. And the 2024-2025 lineup at a company devoted to comedy in all its permutations is bookended by two evergreen hits: a hit thriller of English provenance, and one of the theatre repertoire’s most popular and enduring American comedies.

Jeff Haslam and Kristen Padayas in On The Banks of the Nut (2010), Teatro Live!. Photo supplied.

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Lemoine’s 2001 screwball comedy On The Banks of the Nut, set in the Wisconsin hinterland in 1951, is set in motion by the rural expedition of a “federal talent agent” and a plucky temp. The music of Mahler is involved, specifically the post-horn solo in Mahler’s Third Symphony, which changes the life of the proprietor of the Nut River Lodge.

The premiere production 23 years ago introduced two newcomers, Brianna Buckmaster and Josh Dean, at the outset of their theatre careers, alongside Teatro veterans Jeff Haslam, Davina Stewart, and Leona Brausen. And that’s what Lemoine, who directs this first revival since 2010 (May 30 to June 13, 2025), intends to do this time out with new talent from this year’s auditions.

Leona Brausen and Eric Wigston, On the Banks of the Nut (2010), Teatro Live!. Photo supplied.

If Teatro artistic director Andrew MacDonald-Smith has a particular affection for On The Banks of the Nut, it’s because “it was the first Lemoine I ever saw,” he says. “It was the fall of my first semester at MacEwan (theatre arts)…. I think I saw it 10 times; I just fell madly in love with Lemoine comedy. By about the seventh time, Stewart said, “don’t buy a ticket; just buy popcorn.” Soon MacDonald-Smith would join the ensemble at the company devoted to comedy in all its permutations and possibilities. And soon he would be a Teatro leading man. He laughs. “You never forget your first Lemoine.”

Davina Stewart and Jeff Haslam in The Noon Witch (1995), Teatro Live!. Photo supplied

With The Noon Witch (Feb. 21 to March 9) Teatro to one of the first plays the company staged at the Varscona in 1995. Lemoine says he’d heard of the eccentric Hungarian legend that inspired it via a 20-minute Dvorak tone poem. The title character of the piece, set in 1920s Budapest, is a supernatural creature who appears at mid-day and lures men to a watery death by plying them with rich fatty food so that they sink. Lemoine, who laughs that he had “a Hungarian period,” had first introduced the lead characters Anatole and Josef some years before in A Moment in Budapest (part of The Argentine Picnic), famous in the Teatro archive for the consumption of real goulash onstage by the cast every night.

A very different kind of mysterious apparition emerges from the mist in the Teatro season-opener, The Woman in Black, a genuinely unnerving Edwardian thriller adapted for the stage in 1987 by the Brit playwright Stephen Mallatratt from the Susan Hill novel. After a 35-year run in London’s West End, it closed in March 2023. Andrew Ritchie, the artistic director of Thou Art Here, directs the Teatro production that runs October 11 to 27. MacDonald-Smith calls The Woman In Black “a thriller with a sense of humour.”

The season finale July 11 to 27 is Neil Simon’s 1965 The Odd Couple, arguably the most successful comedy in the entire Simon canon. It was last produced on the Varscona stage 20 years ago, in a Teatro-Shadow Theatre co-production.

The mismatched roommates whose incompatibility is the crux of the hilarity are two New Yorkers, Felix and Oscar. The one is a neurotic neatness freak, with a homemaker’s skill set; the other is an easy-going poker-playing slob. Belinda Cornish, currently starring in the Teatro production of Private Lives, directs. Her production stars MacDonald-Smith as the uptight Felix, with Alexander Ariate as Oscar.

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So … what could possibly go wrong? The Play That Goes Wrong at the Citadel, a review

Andrew MacDonald-Smith and Joel Schaefer in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Live theatre is a risky business. And there’s a show onstage in town designed expressly, with single-minded high-precision calculation, to mine the comic gold in that.

The Play That Goes Wrong, currently making people laugh en masse and out loud at the Citadel, is proof incontrovertible that we have a fatal attraction to chaos. And we love the scramble to cover it up and carry bravely on, against the odds. Which says something about us, and our world, but that’s another story for another day. 

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Anyhow, the disaster potential is high, moment to moment, in this the break-out hit (still in New York and London) from the agile minds of the Brit comedy company Mischief Theatre, the trio of mischief-makers who brought us Peter Pan Goes Wrong in 2022. Here, the game amateur thespians of the Cornley Drama Society are undertaking their biggest, most impressively elaborate, production yet, as the director (Daniela Vlaskalic) tells us at the outset, in her plummy noblesse-oblige theatre director voice. Oh-oh.

After the budgetary set-backs that led to such scaled-down Cornley productions as The Two Sisters, The Lion and the Wardrobe, and Four-And-A-Half (“based on some of the wives of Henry VIII”), The Murder at Haversham, she assures us, is full bore.

Vanessa Leticia Jetté and Honey Pham in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price

Tackling a hoary old chestnut, as the Cornley Drama Society does here, doesn’t really have the comedy potential of Peter Pan Goes Wrong, to be honest. Valiant attempts by earnest amateur artistes to stage, and capture the wonder of, J.M. Barrie’s evergreen airborne fantasy adventure are just more sublime in the end than essaying the overwhelming technical requirements of a genre that’s pretty creaky to begin with, already frequently overacted by theatrical satirists. That Dennis Garnhum’s production has such a comically inventive and physically dexterous cast, and a playground of extreme complexity, counts for a lot.

John Ullyatt, Alexander Ariate, Joel Schaefer in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price.

An old-school 20s-style whodunnit of the Christie persuasion, The Play That Goes Wrong is set in a remote country manor house, with an eclectic selection of costumes, a dizzying arsenal of props — and ah yes, weapons. Swords are not out of the question at Haversham Manor, just sayin’. The dramatic personae includes assorted members of the rich, landed gentry, their servants, a dog, the village police inspector — the tweedy and the tuxedo-ed.

Andrew MacDonald-Smith, Daniela Vlaskalic and Joel Schaefer in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price.

The premise dangles before us the question: what could possibly go wrong? Beyata Hackborn’s atmospherically cluttered two-level faux gothic set, where the murderous events unfold — the drawing room, the library, the study, views of the garden — offers an alluring array of possibilities. And, the real star of the show, it will take an extraordinary beating in the course of a couple of hours in the hands of the Cornley company.

Vanessa Leticia Jetté and Daniela Vlaskalic in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price

By intermission that set is virtually dismantled. In Act II, as rebuilt in the interval, it gets dismantled again, and by the end it’s in tatters. Props — keys, notebooks, ledgers, incriminating notes, a stretcher, whole bottles of booze, a dog named Winston — will go missing or get mislaid. And so will crucial members of the Cornley cast, felled by collisions with each other and the set. Doors will stick, then fall over when pounded. Even the clock refuses to ring true. Wherever there’s an elevator and chandeliers, be very afraid.

Joel Schaefer, Daniela Vlaskalic, John Ullyatt in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price.

Cues will be mis-timed, the script will go AWOL, lights will flicker out of sync (lighting by Kimberly Purtell), so will the backstage onstage sound system (David Pierce)…. As we arrive in the theatre the likeable Cornley cast members are mingling with the audience, testing out their English accents. The Cornley costumes (by Joseph Abetria) are a riot of clichés and near-misses: deer stalker hats, a velvet smoking jacket, a Flapper dress, a hideous brown cardigan, and as sported by Vlaskalic as the director, the beehive wig and stilettos of a blonde bombshell from a different period and a previous production (possibly Noises Off or One Man Two Guvnors).

Even before showtime the crew is scrambling, hollering, unplugging the wrong cords, shoring up the mantelpiece, requesting assistance with the snow machine…. Yes, things are already starting to go wrong, and things going wrong in live theatre pretty much nails The Domino Effect.

It takes impressive technical skill and formidable timing to bring The Play That Goes Wrong to its knees (and lower), and reduce a murder mystery to a high-speed farce gone off the rails. And Garnhum’s production (a partnership with Theatre Calgary and the Royal Manitoba Theatre Centre) has that. It also takes an expert cast to act badly well (with comic timing to match the disintegration of the set). And it has that too.

This is an ensemble of first-rate comic actors hamming it up as go-for-the-gusto amateurs with an awful script. And they must work together, not least to avoid unscripted stage fatalities (Morgan Yamada directs one of the silliest stage fights of the season). Together, under Garnhum’s direction, they redefine, in assorted and amusing ways, what being taken aback literally means, as they scramble to restore plausibility, disaster after disaster.

Vanessa Leticia Jetté and Daniela Vlaskalic in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price

The brother of the deceased (played by the delightful Andrew MacDonald-Smith) discovers a certain rapport with the audience when things go wrong; his riffs as he discovers just how addictive audience applause can be are very funny. The suave butler (John Ullyatt), attempting aplomb and rattled by his own hysterical deficiencies in pronunciation, is highly amusing. The exasperated corpse (Alexander Ariate), his only somewhat grief-stricken fiancée (Vanessa Leticia Jetté), his hale and hearty childhood friend (Joel Schaefer), along with stage managers (Honey Pham and Ray Strachan, among others) pressed into onstage service … you will get a kick out of them. Ditto the selection of death scenes, and one remarkably acrobatic sequence involving a telephone receiver.

What makes it all a little relentless is that the play under assault by the game but hapless amateur artistes of the Cornley Drama Society is by no means a substantial target to begin with. So there’s a fair amount of repetition involved. Still, you’ll have fun as you survey the wreckage. And you’ll feel for them, too, these struggling stagestruck amateurs. They try so hard to please. And you’ll realize something about the crazy, brave improbability of live theatre too.

REVIEW

The Play That Goes Wrong

Theatre: Citadel Theatre, in partnership with Theatre Calgary and the Royal Manitoba Theatre Centre

Created by: Henry Lewis, Henry Shields, Jonathan Sayer

Directed by: Dennis Garnhum

Starring: Alexander Ariate, Vanessa Leticia Jetté, Andrew MacDonald-Smith, Joel Schaefer, Daniela Vlaskalic, John Ullyatt, Emily Meadows, Ray Strachan, Honey Pham, Bernardo Pacheko

Running: through Aug. 4

Tickets: citadeltheatre.com

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Classic comedy: a summertime weekend in Edmonton theatre

Belinda Cornish and Josh Meredith in Private Lives, Teatro Live!. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux

Vanessa Leticia Jetté and Daniela Vlaskalic in The Play That Goes Wrong, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Hey, Edmonton, look what’s waiting for you onstage this weekend. Something about summer inspires our theatre artists to tangle with the classics, reimagine them, put them in new shapes: A classic playwright (you guessed, Shakespeare), in camping mode in an outdoor community hockey rink. A  perfectly contoured Jazz Age comedy. A classic ‘20s murder mystery (dismantled by earnest thesps). Chekhov, but through a playful absurdist lens. Mythology tickled and bent by a selection of local playwrights.

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•The season finale at Teatro Live!, opening tonight on the Varscona stage, is Noel Coward’s witty, sparkling 1930 anti-romantic romantic comedy Private Lives — as dry and fizzy as the best champagne. For the occasion, and Private Lives is always an occasion, Teatro has borrowed director Max Rubin from Theatre Yes, where he’s the co-artistic director. His production, which runs through July 28, stars Belinda Cornish and Josh Meredith, as Amanda and Elyot, a couple who have uncoupled, then find themselves in an inflammatory situation — on their honeymoons with new spouses (Garett Ross and Priya Narine), in adjacent hotel rooms on the French Riviera. It runs through July 28 (stay tuned for a 12thnight review soon). Tickets: teatroq.com.

•In The Play That Goes Wrong, at the Citadel through Aug. 4, the earnest amateur thespians of the Cornley Dramatic Society are putting on an elaborate 1920s-style murder mystery. What could possibly go wrong? The comedy, a losing race against chaos that is still packing houses in London and New York, is by the cheeky insurrectionists of the English company Mischief (Henry Lewis, Jonathan Sayer, Henry Shields) who brought us Peter Pan Goes Wrong a season ago. Dennis Garnhum, a former artistic director of Theatre Calgary and the Grand Theatre in London, Ont., directs the production, a partnership between the Citadel, Theatre Calgary, and the Royal Manitoba Theatre Centre. Tickets: citadeltheatre.com.

Nadien Chu as Prospera in The Tempest, Freewill Shakespeare Festival. Tech dress rehearsal shot by Brianne Jang

•It’s the final weekend of the Freewill Shakespeare Festival, this year in exile — like the magus at the centre of The Tempest — from their home in Hawrelak Park. They’ve landed in a series of community outdoor hockey rinks (currently the Sherbrooke Community League). Dave Horak’s production of the strange and wonderful late-period romance leans into the comedy instead of the play’s darker tones. Tickets: freewillshakespeare.com. Have a peek at the 12thnight interview with star Nadien Chu, as Prospera, and the 12thnight review.

•At the 2024 Thousand Faces Festival, five Edmonton playwrights of very different stripe, are inspired by mythology in their five new plays. The festival’s “New Mythic Works Series” that runs Saturday and Sunday (2 p.m.) at the Alberta Avenue Community Centre (9210 118 Ave.). The lineup includes Christine Lesiak’s Rebel Rebel, Gavin Bradley’s SeanChai, Calla Wright’s Tiresias, Turning, Sophie May Healey’s Issun Boshi, The Inch-High Samurai, and Bailey Bieganek’s Hero and Leah. Tickets: eventbrite.ca

•At Walterdale, Edmonton’s venerable community theatre, you’ll find a kooky but genial Chekhovian mash-up in Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike, Christopher Durang’s  Tony Award-winning comedy of middle-aged regret and disappointment and under-achievement. Crammed with every kind of Chekhov allusion, it’s kind of an homage to, and kind of a take-down of, the storied wistfulness built into the sacred canon. Lauren Tamke’s production runs July 10 to 20. Tickets: walterdaletheatre.com.

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Fast and furious: the righteous frustration of Ashleigh Hicks’ characters in Brick Shithouse, at Found Fest 2024

Brick Shithouse, fenceless theatre, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Brianne Jang

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

The largest production in the Found Festival’s 13-year history of unexpected encounters with art opens this week in a place you might not even know about yet.

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As in most of Found’s surprises, that place is not a theatre. The Tesserae Factory, a vast west end warehouse, is where seven struggling 20-somethings, “best friends/ worst enemies,” are secretly, illicitly, live-streaming their fight club, hiding behind the porous barricade of anonymity (and a pay wall) in Ashleigh Hicks’ Brick Shithouse. It is, declares the playwright, “a space that lends itself really beautifully to the stylistic conceit of the show… a dream come true.”

The vision they share with director (Sarah J Culkin), fuelled by the style of cinéma vérité, is “everything happening all at once, naturalism cranked up to 11… simultaneous conversations where you pick up bits and pieces depending on where you sit, which character you’re choosing to pay attention to, which conversation you choose to follow.”

“You’re actively eavesdropping,” Hicks say of a space that contains “places where characters can hide and have privacy from each other, too….” Which is a way of saying that your Brick Shithouse will be different than everyone else’s Brick Shithouse, depending on where you sit and whom you choose to listen to. As Hicks points out, you’ll have something to talk about with the person who sat five chairs away from you, but made different choices.

The play had a work-in-progress debut at Found last year when Hicks was the festival’s Fresh Air artist-in-residence. The inspiration, though, goes back nine years to a now-unrecognizable debut draft — “the sloppiest first draft you’ve ever seen!” they insist. Director Culkin, Hicks’s friend and theatre school classmate, “really latched onto it. She saw something special in it I definitely couldn’t see.”

“When I wrote that first draft nine years ago I was wanting it to be site-specific show, outside a traditional theatre venue. It’s been in the bones of the text since the beginning,” Hicks says. And they got their wish.

Nine years of life (and theatre) have left their mark on the play, says Hicks, who wrote the first draft at 20 and is now 29, around the age of the characters, and heading like them into the 30s. They remember that younger self who “wrote from a place of anger, and not knowing where to put it. I was 20 years old, up to my armpits in theatre school — before the #MeToo movement, before intimacy directors, before conflict de-escalation. I was working a crappy part-time retail job and still couldn’t afford to move out of my parents’ place….”

“I was so angry. I was getting older, becoming an adult,” and so many socio-cultural promises were vanishing into the ether: “You go to college, you get a good job, you buy a house.…”

So, in its first incarnations, Brick Shithouse was “a very angry show,” says Hicks. “What’s developed is that it’s about so much more than that now.” What director Culkin and her team of actors and designers have done, they think, is “infuse so much joy into the play while still holding space for that anger, that righteous frustration…. They’ve added so much to the storytelling; I’ve really felt the honour of trying to be better at my job to be worthy of the immense effort this team is putting in…. It’s remarkable and humbling.”

Brick Shithouse, fenceless theatre, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Brianne Jang

A diverse cast and design team led by Even Gilchrist have brought perspectives on “what it’s like being working-class and queer in Alberta, what it’s like being a person of colour…. It feels charged in a way that’s productive, as opposed to reductive.”   

“You’re heading into your 30s. You’re out of school. Half  your friends are still living at home, working part-time jobs at West Edmonton Mall, half are married with kids…. Not that the 30s are old, gawd, I hope not! But it’s a tumultuous time: this is when you turn around … and you’re starting to feel that this is what the rest of my  life is going to look like. All the characters are at an age where they’re feeling a bit like life is leaving them behind.”

The people of Brick Shithouse, as Hicks describes, aren’t strangers. “They have some sort of history with each other — childhood friendships in all the complexities and toxicities that come with that. Some are lovers, part or present; two are soon to be step-sisters.…”

What you’ll be overhearing at the Tesserae Factory is a story about the dreams and disappointments of “working-class young people in Alberta,” says the playwright. “Seven people looking at the economy and the state of the world… They’ve started live-streaming their fight club behind a pay wall, to help make rent in the freakiin’ housing crisis. You need a whole swack of jobs to make ends meet these days.”

The cast of Ashleigh Hicks’s Brick Shithouse, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Brianne Jang

They’re doing it anonymously, “but that anonymity is always at risk of being compromised…. Their ‘loyal audience’ starts making requests that their fights take a more explicit turn,” as Hicks describes. And the questions they have to grapple with, individually and as a group start multiplying: “how far is too far? What are your boundaries? What am I willing to do for 50 bucks? 100 bucks? 1,000 bucks? How much can I trust these people in front of me? how much can I trust people on the other side of the computer screen?”

“These things really change when there’s money on the table.”

Hicks, who has a drama degree from the U of A, has always been a writer. At age three, they remember knowing “I was going to be a writer. Forever (laughter). I’m nothing if not stubborn.” They realized pretty quickly that to arrive at the “emotional and psychological stamina you need to be an actor” would take a lot of work.

They’ve explored clowning, at the Manitoulin Conservatory run by John Turner of Mump and Smoot. And that’s been “hugely influential to me as a writer,” says the Cape Breton-born Hicks. “Most of my shows till now lean into style and away from naturalism.” Mine, for example, developed for last year’s RISER Edmonton, “had poetic moments, heightened dialogue, choral narration,” inspired by the Greeks.

In its heightened naturalism, Brick Shithouse is something of a departure, they agree, “and also a natural progression…. Everyone is talking like a real person 100 per cent of the time.”

And it’s the particular gift of director Culkin, Hicks thinks, that the plays issues of “the private and the exposed, sexuality, shame and pride are connected to a longer lineage of style.” You’ll see it in the set-up and lighting, too, of Brianne Jang’s promotion shots, which reference the paintings of Caravaggio.

“You’re watching the characters livestream, and when the camera is off, you’re still there.” There’s an exciting kind of voyeurism in that.

PREVIEW

Found Festival 2024

Brick Shithouse

Theatre: fenceless theatre

Created by: Ashleigh Hicks

Directed by: Sarah J Culkin

Starring: Mohamed Ahmed, Geoffrey Simon Brown, Alexandra Dawkins, Sophie May Healey, Jasmine Hopfe, Moses Kouyaté, Gabriel Richardson

Where: Tesserae Factory, 11210 143 St.

Running: Friday through July 14

Tickets: commongroundarts.ca

   

  

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Nostalgia at the lake: On Golden Pond at the Mayfield, a review

Glenn Nelson and Maralyn Ryan in On Golden Pond, Mayfield Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“How does it feel to turn eighty?” a 15-year-old kid demands of Norman Thayer, the curmudgeonly retired English prof/ octogenarian wiseacre in On Golden Pond. “Twice as bad as turning 40,” he says without missing a beat.

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Age is a subject that comes up constantly in On Golden Pond, along with the passing of the years, the shrinking of the future and its ceding to the past, mortality. Ernest Thompson’s sentimental, lovably durable 1979 family comedy/drama, even better known for the 1982 film starring Henry Fonda and Katharine Hepburn, is a familiar occupant of stages everywhere — including the Mayfield where it’s now ensconced for the first time in decades. And it’s as well-worn, overstuffed, and rustic as the cottage at the lake where Norman and Ethel, his wife of half a century, have retreated for the last 48 summers.

This year that annual summer idyll feels somehow different, thinks Ethel. Norman, the play’s bulwark against the sentimental, is as irascible than ever. But there are more references to the infirmities of age, including a short-term memory that’s fraying a bit around the edges. Mirrors, he says, are useful so he can check to make sure he isn’t fading. Books should be short, “something I can finish before I’m finished myself.”

The arrival of their estranged, perpetually aggrieved 40-something daughter Chelsea who hasn’t visited in years, her latest boyfriend Bill, and Bill’s cocky, disaffected 15-year-old son Billy, is the catalyst for such drama as there is in the play. The lovebirds are dumping Billy at the cottage for the summer while they go to Europe. Will the intergenerational friction resolve itself into a golden glow in the Thayers’ sunset years? Hmm. Let your imagination run riot.

The Mayfield production, directed expertly by Kate Ryan and led by Glenn Nelson as Norman and Maralyn Ryan as Ethel, both excellent as a vintage married couple, is what happens when you unleash a batch (a wealth? a flight?) of deluxe actors and a top-drawer creative team on a play that’s pretty thin, and in places downright threadbare. A play that depends, more than it should have to, on their lustre.

Ryan’s cast reassembles the trio of actors, Lora Brovold, Collin Doyle, and Maralyn Ryan, who were memorable in Workshop West’s premiere of Conni Massing’s Dead Letter last month. As Chelsea, who’s always been at loggerheads with Norman (she never calls him Dad), Brovold has the kind of warmth about her that makes you forget that the reason for the estrangement — this is not a spoiler alert —  is that Norman would have preferred a boy (what?) who’d have been a swimming champ (what?). The actor even negotiates a clunky scene, inserted late in the play, where Chelsea lists all the things that were wrong with her childhood (what?) by way of explaining things, in retrospect. Her mother wisely tells her to grow up. The inevitable rapprochement scene is a true test of actorly mettle, and Brovold is up for it.

Doyle plays the mail delivery person Charlie, notable for his cheery laugh and his hokey colloquialisms (“holy mackinolli” which I’m sure I’ve spelled wrong), who, touchingly, has held onto his childhood crush on Chelsea, she of the rotten childhood. And to this collection of characters, the play adds Ian Leung, first-rate in a tiny, thankless role as the dentist boyfriend Bill who’s the victim of Norman’s relentless “comic” badgering. Ah, and a notable performance by the charismatic young actor Will Brisbin as the teenage Billy.

Glenn Nelson and Will Brisbin in On Golden Pond, Mayfield Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux

The latter negotiates scenes of dated badinage with a kind of ironic aplomb, and the relationship that develops between Billy and Norman, beneficial to both, is one of the delights of the evening. You find yourself wishing the play let them go fishing together more often.

To return to the leads, Nelson’s performance finds the edgy combination of quick wit, acid, and fear that drive Norman through long scenes of hanging out at the lake. And he has a convincing partnership with Esther, a lovely performance from Maralyn Ryan as the attentive but increasingly exasperated wife, who’s finding herself supervising the old coot more and more. She’s the straight man, so to speak, to the comedy that is Norman. Both are entirely watchable and winsome, even when almost nothing is happening.

In short, director Ryan has the huge plus of luxury casting for this production of On Golden Pond. And the atmospheric setting positively exudes nostalgia thanks to Daniel vanHeyst’s stunning wood-ribbed lakeside cottage set, Trent Crosby’s lighting that evokes time passing better than the script does, and Brian Raine’s sound design.

Like the harvest gold velour couch that’s gathering dust at your own cottage, the springs have poked through this play. Still, that’s no reason not to go to the lake and play Monopoly and listen to the loons call. It’s fun to see what fine actors, direction, and design can do with a chestnut.

REVIEW

On Golden Pond

Theatre: Mayfield Dinner Theatre

Written by: Ernest Thompson

Directed by: Kate Ryan

Starring: Glenn Nelson, Maralyn Ryan, Lora Brovold, Collin Doyle, Ian Leung, Will Brisbin

Running: through July 28

Tickets: mayfieldtheatre.ca   

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Finding Found, the festival of unexpected encounters with art and artists

The cast of Ashleigh Hicks’s Brick Shithouse, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Brianne Jang

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“What’s going on here?”

There’s a question that tickles the perpetrators of the Found Festival, devoted to art (and encounters with artists) in unexpected places.

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For a dozen Julys, no alley or park, no warehouse, or ravine, or sidewalk, is safe from the inspirations of the Found experimenters whose bright ideas for shaking up the usual relationship between art and audiences are the festival’s raison d’être. “What are you doing?” is another good Found question, laughs festival director Whittyn Jason.

At the 13th annual edition of Found, with its biggest mainstage lineup yet, you could find yourself sitting around a campfire somewhere in the Mill Creek Revine, for example, hearing ghost stories from 10 writers who are diverse, in every way. Curated and directed by one of them, Philip Hackborn, Madness and Other Ghost Stories is a collection of personal first-hand accounts of being haunted by mental aberrations and dysfunctions.   

Banana Musik, Found Festival 2024. Photo supplied.

You might find yourself at a three-generation gathering of an immigrant family. Banana Musik, by the Regina-based FilipinX artist Kris Alvarez, is, as billed, a memory play, spun from “her immigrant experience and her care for aging parents,” as Jason describes.

At the John Walter Museum Alvarez takes us on a tour of her childhood home, and we actually get to meet Alvarez’s mom and dad. Though they’re not performers, they’re in the show, live. Her father’s original songs from the ‘60s and ‘70s, Banana Musik as he calls them, are in the show. Afterward, we’ve got an invitation to stick around for hot bread and conversation.

Kait Ramsden’s afterbirth, perhaps Found’s most mysteriously  indescribable show, as Brock laughs, occupies Found’s most conventional space, Mile Zero Dance headquarters (9931 78 Ave.). Brock calls afterbirth “beautiful, joyful, weird … a hyper neo-spiritual experience,” if that helps. He watched a 30-second snippet of the piece, “then I spent the evening watching the rest. It’s so mesmerizing.” Jason calls it “a guided meditation.” And hold this thought: “There’s cake and projections.”

Found 2024 even offers an outdoor experience you can’t watch. In Queen Elizabeth Park, The Nature of Us, created by Kevin Jesuino, Cass Bessette, and Jean Louis Bleau, is an unusual way to feel a rapport with the land. It’s “a devised sound installation” as billed, a 30-minute experience of nature with a recorded soundscape that includes a choir and monologues. “You can have the experience ; you can’t see it,” as Jason says.

The usual frontiers between disciplines are erased at Found, as you will glean. And they’re in performance spaces you didn’t anticipate. You can find Found mostly in assorted locations, unexpected nooks and crannies in Old Strathcona. But this year, the festival has ventured forth to farther-flung locales. The largest show in Found history, with an extended run past the festival (through July 14), Brick Shithouse, happens in the Tesserae Factory, a giant warehouse in the west end near the Telus World of Science (11210 143 St.) where opera and Freewill Shakespeare sets get built.

In Ashleigh Hicks’ play, directed by Sarah J Culkin, seven “best friends/ worst enemies” are anonymously live-streaming their fight club, behind a pay wall. They’re struggling to survive, and they need the money. Are there limits to what they will do to appeal to the invisible audience out there in the digital cosmos? Brock calls Hicks “an incredible, challenging playwright,” and Brick Shithouse (developed in Found’s Fresh Air Artist-in -Residence program of 2023) “fast and furious, gritty and funny.” Stay tuned for a 12thnight post about Hicks and their play, coming soon.

Geoffrey Simon Brown, Finding Four Leaf Clovers. Photo supplied.

In Finding Four Leaf Clovers, a title that sounds metaphorical but isn’t, you could hang out with the actor/ playwright/ director Geoffrey Simon Brown in a field in Strathcona  as he exercises his unusual knack for finding four-leaf clovers. “It’s a magical capacity,” says Jason, bemused. “A little freaky really…. It’s funny, it’s quirky, it’s uniquely Geoff. And uniquely Found.” At each performance Brown will be paired with musical guests, Ghost Cars on Saturday in End of Steel Park, and Bigfin Squid on Sunday in Light Horse Park. You don’t even need a ticket.

At “a secret location in Old Strathcona,” a very Found venue as described that way, actor/playwright Louise Casemore, this year’s Fresh Air Artist-in-Residence, is presenting a workshop of Lucky Charm (it’ll get a full production at Found 2025). And you’ll be attending a séance, which is to say attempting to cross the portal between the here and now and the Great Beyond. Bess, the widow of the late great magician Houdini, presides, in hopes of making contact. Apparently after he died, till she shuffled off this mortal coil herself, Bess conducted séances every Sunday in her house. And this is one of them, your chance to catch a first-hand glimpse of life after death.

Aren’t you curious? Lucky Charm sold out instantly when Found was announced; it’ll take one to get you a ticket. The dramaturgy is by playwright Beth Graham. Casemore’s collaborator is Jake Tkaczyk.

Islands of Utopia, Found Festival 2024. Photo by Dani Torres

The venue for Islands of Utopia: Veden äärellä, performed by Deviani Andrea and Janita Frantsi, is Queen Elizabeth Park Road, and the muse is dance. And it tells the story of two childhood friends in a physically, playful way. You’re invited to play along.

You’ll find a music series at Found, too. And a big Hoedown afterparty. And poetry. For the complete schedule, more show information, and tickets, see commongroundarts.ca.

PREVIEW

Found Festival 2024

Presented by: Common Ground Arts Society

Where: assorted locations in Old Strathcona and beyond

Running: July 4 to 7

Tickets: tickets.fringetheatre.ca

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Storytelling in the theatre: a long weekend on Edmonton stages

Joey Lespérance in Michel(le), Théâtre La Seizième. Photo by Gaëtan Nevincx.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

A long weekend in Edmonton: four plays, four stories that demonstrate, in four very different ways, the possibilities of storytelling on a stage, in a theatre.

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Michel(le), the season finale at L’UniThéâtre, from Vancouver’s Théâtre La Seizième, is the story of two brothers, queer stagestruck siblings bonded in their struggle to be fully themselves in a world of brutal orthodoxies. And it borrows that story from real life, which rattles your ribcage.

In its own vivid way Joey Lespérance’s solo play is, quite literally, a demonstration of the power of theatre . The brother we see before us is the Vancouver actor who wrote the play. Joey’s the one who stood up to the aggressive, pummelling homophobia of a childhood, a family, a bullying father, a working-class neighbourhood in the suburban Quebec of the ‘70s— by escaping, across the country and finding a life in the theatre. The fact that he’s hereThe brother Lespérance conjures, Michel, is also, and at heart, his sister. Michelle found happiness for a time in the showbiz flamboyance of the Montreal drag scene, starting to transition from one body to another more authentic body, dreaming of the life Joey was living in Vancouver.

The closet comes with shackles. Michelle’s tragedy is located in the steel chains of toxic parenting. To regain a mother, she de-transitioned to he. Pronouns are far from incidental in Michel(le). And that terrible retrenchment and self-denial in a world of horrifying violence leads to tragedy. But Michel(le) doesn’t end that way, amazingly. It’s for Michelle’s brother, the actor-turned-playwright, to make her theatre dream come true, in a surreal, flashy but poetic, journey on stage — and beyond the grave.

Regret, grief, anger, and the compelling need to make amends drive Lespérance’s compelling performance. The show itself, which unspools back from the murder into the past, then captures an imagined future, is partly an act of atonement through theatre. And it’s partly a memorable cautionary tale about the repercussions of two kinds of bad parenting.

The theatre curtain that dominates, and divides, the stage in Esther Duquette’s ingenious production, opaque till it’s not, isn’t merely decorative. Sophie Tang’s dramatic, and cunning, lighting is an indispensable participant in the storytelling. It conjures scenes from the mist of the past. Joey and Michelle’s unregenerate bully of a dad, Joe The Bull, appears in outsized shadowplay. Their glamorous mom emerges in a pink glow: “Intoxicating femininity meets toxic masculinity,” as the play says.

The idea and allure of performance is captured by the images, in lights and stagecraft, of the theatre stages, and backstages, where Joey and his bro-sister feel most alive. And the play is a fascinating exploration of the intersection between real life and theatrical speculation. Meet the playwright (and star)  in a 12thnight preview. Michel(le) runs through Saturday at La Cité francophone, 8627 91 St. Tickets: lunitheatre.ca.

Chariz Faulmino and Nadien Chu in The Tempest, Freewill Shakespeare Festival. Tech dress rehearsal shot by Brianne Jang.

• The Freewill Shakespeare Festival production of The Tempest has blown into another of its four locations for this weekend’s performances: the Kenilworth Community League outdoor hockey rink. On Tuesday David Horak’s production moves to Lessard through July 7, then finally Sherbrooke after that, July 9 to 14).

The play is one of one of the Bard’s strangest and most elusive. Nadien Chu stars as Prospera, the magician who stage-manages a story on an enchanted island, then renounces her magic. In Horak’s al fresco production, comedy rules over the play’s darker, more mysterious aspects. 12thnight talked to Chu in this preview. Have a peek at the 12thnight review. Tickets: tickets.freewillshakespeare.com.

Anthem of Life Part 1, Theatre Prospero. Photo by Joselito Angeles.

•In the highly theatrical Zulu creation epic happening at Theatre Prospero, the gods, a fractious lot, are arguing about their most successful, most controversial, creation: mankind. In Anthem of Life Part 1, Tololwa Mollel’s adaptation of an epic Zulu poem by Mazisi Kunene, a large-scale colourful story, in which gods, people and animals mingle, gets told in dance, music, a clash of masked figures, a witty contemporary text. Meet Mollel in a 12thnight preview, and read the 12thnight review.

Anthem of Life, Part 1, which launches a planned trilogy, runs through July 6 at the Alberta Avenue Community League (9210 118 Ave.). Tickets: edmontonarts.ca.

•The Mayfield Dinner Theatre revives a perennially popular American comedy, Ernest Thompson’s On Golden Pond, which opened Off-Broadway in 1978, and became a classic movie (starring Henry Fonda and Katharine Hepburn) in 1981. The all-star cast of Kate Ryan’s production, which runs at the Mayfield through July 28, is headed by Glenn Nelson and Maralyn Ryan as an aging couple negotiating the tribulations of aging and intergenerational estrangement — and resolution. Tickets: mayfieldtheatre.ca.   

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Lost dreams restored in theatre magic: Michel(le) at L’UniThéâtre

Joey Lespérance in Michel(le), Théâtre La Seizième at L’UniThéâtre. Photo by Gaëtan Nevincx

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“Dramatic, tragic, eventful, and very singular.”

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That’s how Joey Lespérance describes the real-life story that inspired his first-ever solo play Michel(le). The L’Unithéâtre season finale opens Thursday at La Cité francophone (in French with English surtitles), after a successful run at Vancouver’s Théâtre La Seizième.

It’s the story of siblings, two queer kids growing up, and up against it together, in a big family in the working-class Quebec of the ‘60s and ‘70s. Joey and Michel both found their solace, and escape, in different, but related, ways — the one as an actor (and a busy one) on the other side of the country, the other in the Montreal drag scene, holding on to the dream of becoming a theatre artist.

And the narrative has an extraordinary arc: It’s the story of a “bro-sister,” a brother who became a sister for two years, and then a brother again. She “de-transitioned after a family event that turned out to be pressure.” And then, in a horrifying (and not un-related) dénouement, Michel(le) was murdered in 2005, “a tragic event that inspired the whole project,” says Lespérance.

“I use the magic of theatre, and I let Michelle live both her dreams.”” says the charismatic perfectly bilingual actor-turned-playwright, last in Edmonton in 2019 to play Pierre Elliott Trudeau in Darrin Hagen’s The Empress and the Prime Minister. Lespérance and L’UniThéâtre’s new artistic director Steve Jodoin have a shared 20-year history, back to shows like Kenneth Brown’s Cowboy Poétré and Porc-Épic.

Michel(le), says Lespérance, “is a gesture of reparation. It’s a love letter. It’s a scream of anger at heteronormative (repression).”

It was a culture “that wouldn’t let us be queer kids,” says Lespérance of the time and place of his background landscape. “We were constantly reminded of what not to be…. I was able to pull through. I was very fortunate; I confronted the male figure, the authority figure, the bully — my dad.” he says.

The show takes us back to the childhood in the Montréal suburbs shared by the siblings, just three years apart and allies in a hostile world. As kids,  “Michel and I did shows all the time, drag comedy…. People thought we were twins. As much as we knew about it we silently knew each other’s queerness; we knew each other. Both artists, both queer.”

“When I met Michelle my sister, it was so comfortable,” Lespérance remembers. “Then he re-surfaced…. Her tragic death happened to me too. It changed me forever.”

For one thing it sent Lespérance “straight to therapy, grief therapy. I didn’t have any point of reference.” Shockingly it took six years for the murder case to come to court. “Then, back to therapy.” And now, “my first solo show I’ve written myself…. I realize how important it is for me to speak my words the way I speak.” And part of that is that “I’m choosing to speak about my queerness,” an act in itself of defiance given the strictures of the working-class family he grew up in.

When a journalist, struck by the play, queried its “raw and harsh language,” he says, “I answered that you’re only hearing what we, as children heard. Harsh enough for an adult, but for a child….. We were bombarded daily,” the kind of verbal torture that leaves scars.

Have things changed in the world from which Lespérance fled as a young man? “Yes,” he considers after a pause, with the cavil “in certain places…. In smaller communities it’s more difficult. We’re not done; we have to be careful.”

This is of course real-life material for a very dark play. But Lespérance assures that “the show ends in something gorgeous, something with sparkle, something that gives life to Michelle’s lost dreams,” both of them, to be the woman she always was inside, and a theatre artist. A team of top-flight artisans assembled for director Esther Duquette’s Théâtre La Seizième production has seen to that, he says. “She’s young, so talented, so connected. A magic touch!” he says of the director, who moved to Montréal two years ago. “I knew she’d make me work hard….”

The story is vividly tough-minded, to say the least. But Duquette emphasized to Lespérance that “we’re here to do a show!” he says. “Absolutely! That’s the most important thing: it’s a show, and you’re gonna laugh along the way.”

“And at the end you’ll feel pure celebratory joy! That I guarantee.”

PREVIEW

Michel(le)

Theatre: Théâtre La Seizième at L’UniThéâtre

Created by and starring: Joey Lespérance

Where: La Cité francophone, 8627 91st Street.

Running: Thursday through Saturday

Tickets: lunitheatre.ca

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