The dark glitter of a dream cruise on the River Styx: Pochsy IV. A new Karen Hines satire at Theatre Network. A review

Karen Hines, Pochsy IV, Keep Frozen Productions at Theatre Network. Photo by Gary Mulcahey.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

There’s an unnerving glitter and queasy hilarity to the satire that launches the season at Theatre Network.

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“I dreamed you, I manifested you,” proposes the figure who appears before us — a tarnished angel? a wicked fairy? — out of the darkness at the start of Pochsy IV. Yes, that “you” would be Us, in our “save-the-planet Patagonia vests and super-lightweight eyeglass frames,”  as Pochsy sweetly suggests.

Pochsy, we’ve missed you. As the world glides, slides, drifts into oblivion, the poisoned and poisonous kewpie created and performed by Karen Hines has returned, ageless after many years, to her people. And in this newest show from a fearlessly witty and original artist (directed by another fearlessly witty and original artist, Michael Kennard of the horror clown duo Mump and Smoot), Pochsy wraps us in her toxic embrace. She’s a fount of capitalist sloganeering, consumerist clichés, pop-culture truisms, market-driven mantras, cultural pieties, religious blandishments, self-help enlightenment….  Hot topics like AI and gender identity have been added to the Pochsy cosmology. And Pochsy, a star-gazer who actually assigns star ratings to stars, packs it fulsomely, with her signature mixture of malice and good cheer.

Karen Hines in Pochsy IV, Theatre Network. Photo from Theatre Network website

You’d call the show an hallucination if hallucinations were as expertly constructed as Pochsy IV. Or maybe a nightmare if nightmares were as funny. Pochsy IV (Pochsy 4 or Pochsy IV as in IV pole) exfoliates especially when it’s at its most sugar-coated; it loops a noose of flirtatious charm around us.

Pochsy arrives onstage on a sort of raised bandstand with a ramp (set design by Sandi Somers). Instead of an IV pole she has a microphone stand. And in breathless amplified voice,  Pochsy sings pointed and prickly songs (composition and sound design by Chantal Vitalis) that complement the lyricism of her flights of fancy. Feel free to sing along, she invites us. Or sing along more quietly. Or better yet just stop singing along. “We don’t need everyone (pause). We’ve never needed everyone.”

She’s packed her own gummies; when you’re “pondering nothingness,” you may need something for “um, mild anxiety.”

Since last we met, in Citizen Pochsy and O Baby, Pochy has lost her “super-safe” job at Mercury Packers (a subsidiary of LeadWorld), where she packs mercury, first in shipping, then in receiving. They’ve moved their operations off-shore, where “inhuman hours” become “human,” because of the time zone. And she’s been replaced by a robot (her severance package includes a LeadWorld ball cap and a $20 Sephora gift card). She has, she confesses, been having trouble “pivoting.”

Where are we? With Pochsy on a cruise into, hmm, the modern apocalypse? The afterlife? And she even gets a couple of upgrades. We’re sailing on a sort of contemporary River Styx — or possibly Pochsy has already arrived on that deathly far shore. “There is no pinkness from the blood behind my skin,” she says, as she unlocks for us a climactic vision of cosmic chaos. There’s a lethal euphoria about Pochsy’s travelogue.

Karen Hines, Pochsy IV, Keep Frozen Productions at Theatre Network. Photo by Gary Mulcahey

A tiny acid-tipped Tevye, Pochsy has called on God before to step up. In Pochsy’s Lips, for example, she accuses him of an attitude problem. This time Pochsy, who identifies as “a neo-revolutionary foundationalist,” is looking for a sign, something to shed light on the mysterious state of the world, including “neo-banking.” And if she makes allowances this time — “just sending good vibes to you!” — maybe it’s because God is wearing “a splendid hoodie over an awesome T-shirt.” Like many celebrities, she tells us, “he looks different in the flesh.”

Pochsy’s prayers are, in themselves, a narcissist’s sound score. “Forgive me for appropriating trauma,” she says to God. “Help me to find a way to blame others.”

Hines’s dark comic muse works, high-speed, on juxtapositions — as very funny clusters of “trigger” words or AI prompts demonstrate. It’s a distinctive satirical expertise in bringing a character’s logic to absurdity and an intricate barrage of non sequiturs. And it’s assisted materially, indispensably, by the timing and sweet vitriol of Hines’s stage presence and delivery.

Pochsy, like her creator, is a born performer. And the sentimental and romantic clichés that attach to theatre, or babies, or scallops on toothpicks disintegrate in the acid of her pixie presence. Pochsy IV is a funny, tough-minded exploration of modern anxiety about everything from dating apps to what atoms know, and what you hear in the world, from your financial consultant and from yourself. Laugh, and wince, my friends.

“I am. I can. I will.” If as Pochsy claims, the future is now (OK, a terrible thought if you parse it too much), see Pochsy IV immediately. Get yourself a ticket; you don’t have a moment to lose. Pochsy is magic.

REVIEW

Pochsy IV

Theatre: Keep Frozen presented by Theatre Network

Created by and starring: Karen Hines

Directed by: Michael Kennard

Where: Theatre Network at the Roxy, 10708 124 St.

Running: opening Thursday through Nov. 5

Tickets: theatrenetwork.ca

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Couch dwellers arise! It’s a crazy week in Edmonton theatre

Tenaj Williams in Little Shop of Horrors. Photo by Moonrider Productions for Vancouver Arts Club Theatre

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

It’s a week in Edmonton theatre that’s crazy with possibilities. Which is to say this is no time to be thinking of staying home, much less renewing your dibs on the couch.

Two Edmonton theatres launch their seasons this week. At Edmonton’s biggest playhouse, a small-scale retro cult fave goes into preview on the weekend. The trio of smarties who are Edmonton’s hottest sketch troupe launches an eight-performance series. An unusual vintage rom-com (in verse!) finishes its run on the weekend. There’s a highly unusual play by one of America’s hottest young playwrights. An original “performance piece” about a difficult and urgent cultural tension is on a workshop tour alighting here.

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•Suddenly Seymour…. At the Citadel, Little Shop of Horrors, a perennially popular1 1982 Off-Broadway “sci-fi comedy musical” with a very catchy ‘60s rock score by Alan Menken (and book by Howard Ashman), starts previews Saturday. Based on the Roger Corman B-flick of 1960, it concerns the fortunes of a nebbish florist’s assistant, labouring away in a failing Skid Row shop, who inadvertently cultivates a potted plant that feeds on human blood. The Citadel-Vancouver Arts Club co-production directed by Ashlie Corcoran stars Tenaj Williams as the hapless horticulturalist Seymour and Synthia Yusuf as sweet Audrey, his fellow employee (and crush) at Mr. Mushnik’s flower shop. It runs at the Citadel Oct. 21 through Nov. 19. Tickets: citadeltheatre.com, 780-425-1820.

Crescendo!, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux

•Shadow Theatre’s 30th anniversary season starts with a new homegrown Canadian musical, original in conception. Sandy Paddick’s Crescendo! (music by Jennifer McMillan) is a musical that’s all about the urge to make music. It takes us into the world of a women’s community choir, to shed light on the multiple responses to the question of why it makes us feel good to sing, and really good to sing together, Meet the playwright in this 12thnight PREVIEW. The show, directed by the Plain Janes’ Kate Ryan, runs through Nov. 5 at the Varscona. Tickets: shadowtheatre.org.

Karen Hines, Pochsy IV, Keep Frozen Productions at Theatre Network. Photo by Gary Mulcahey

•To start their 49th season Theatre Network celebrates the return of Pochsy, Karen Hines’s memorable bouffon character we first met in 1992, in whose veins courses a toxic mixture of the sweet and the vitriolic. Pochsy IV is the latest from this distinguished Canadian theatre artist (All The Little Animals I Have Eaten), who directs the horror clowns Mump and Smoot. In fact, it’s Mump, aka Michael Kennard, who directs this production, whose title says either “4” or IV, as in pole, and maybe both. 12thnight had the fun of talking to Hines and Kennard in a PREVIEW. Pochsy IV runs Thursday through Nov. 5. Tickets: theatre network.ca.

Alyson Dicey, Ellie Heath, Caley Suliak of Girl Brain. Photo supplied.

•Three of the most agile, inventive comic brains in town are back at the Roxy this week as part of Theatre Network’s alternative Phoenix Series in the Lorne Cardinal black box theatre. That trio would be Girl Brain, Alyson Dicey, Ellie Heath, and Caley Suliak. They’re back with a new show running two weekends — wknds, yes, in the expansive sense of Thursday through Sunday.

The absurdities of everyday life and its everyday crises, from the female perspective, are meat and drink to the comic exuberance of Girl Brain. And naturally the Halloween season (and its costuming possibilities) is inspirational. The Filipina-Canadian pop musician HAIDEE is a Girl Brain guest for five of the eight shows; the burlesque star LeTabby Lexington of House of Hush and Send in the Girls joins the trio for the other three performances. And there are Taro readings by RoRo at intermission and after the Friday and Saturday night shows. Girl Brain runs Thursday through Sunday and Oct. 26 to 29. Tickets: theatrenetwork.ca.

•Consider the intriguing perms and combs of casting in the highly unusual play happening at the U of A’s Studio Theatre through Saturday. Everybody by the young and much-awarded American playwright Branden Jacobs-Jenkins (Appropriate, Gloria). Everybody is inspired by the late 15th century morality play Everyman, author unknown, that shows up on every English Lit survey course at universities everywhere. It sets up a human pilgrimage toward salvation in encounters with allegorical characters.

Everybody is a contemporary dark comedy set in a theatrical world, in which the title character is figuring out what it means to be alive. The characters they meet include Friendship and Stuff, Kinship, and Death. And the casting at every performance is determined by lottery. Liz Hobbs, a versatile 2021 MFA grad, returns to her alma mater to direct the Studio Theatre production. Tickets: showpass.com or 780-492-2495.

Tanya Kalmanovitch in Tar Sands Songbook. Photo supplied.

• A unique theatrical experience that takes up the challenge of crossing contemporary cultural frontiers comes to Edmonton for a free workshop performance Saturday at the Brighton Block (9666 Jasper Ave.). Tar Sands Songbook is “written, performed, composed, produced” by Tanya Kalmanovitch, a Brooklyn-based artist/researcher who was born in Fort McMurray. As the title suggests, the multi-disciplinary show, currently on a fall workshop tour, is fashioned from tensions between high-contrast worlds and sensibilities — oil-based economy and ancient ties to the land. And Kalmanovitch has personal ties to both. See tarsandssongbook.com for further details.

Ellen Chorley and Brennan Campbell, A Phoenix Too Frequent, Northern Light Theatre. Photo by Brianne Jang

•It’s your last chance to catch Northern Light’s production of A Phoenix Too Frequent this weekend, through Sunday. You will have fun with Christopher Fry’s odd and humorous 1946 rom-com, in blank verse, based on a story from Petronius’s Satyricon. A Phoenix Too Frequent is not frequently produced anywhere these days; it was last onstage at NLT in 1978.

Have a peek at 12thnight’s review here, and an interview with Ellen Chorley, one of the three players in Trevor Schmidt’s cast, in this preview. Tickets: northernlighttheatre.com.

Lisa MacDougall in Rock The Canyon, Mayfield Theatre. Photo by Mat Simpson.

Continuing at the Mayfield Dinner Theatre through Nov. 5, Musicians Gone Wild: Rock The Canyon. Laurel, that is, reverberating with “California sound.” The music-rich, highly enjoyable show is the opening gambit in their projected series of shows featuring music from seminal eras. Check out the 12thnight review. Tickets: mayfieldtheatre.ca.

   

  

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Crescendo!, Shadow Theatre’s first-ever musical, opens the 30th anniversary season

Crescendo by Sandy Paddick, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

In the last three decades Shadow Theatre has produced plays of every size, shape, tone, and sensibility, often contemporary but not always. Shakespeare, Chekhov, Noel Coward have Shadow credits; so do American big-shots like Paula Vogel, Edward Albee, Sam Shepard.

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And the company co-founded by John Hudson and Shaun Johnston has done its share of new Canadian plays, too, premieres by such notable Edmonton playwrights as Belinda Cornish (Little Elephants), Jocelyn Ahlf (The Liars), Conni Massing (Fresh Hell) among them. In fact, Shadow’s official history, now 110 productions long, began in 1992 with a new Canadian play, Johnston’s own gritty inner city drama Catching the Train.

Crescendo!, which opens Shadow’s 30th anniversary season Thursday, is Shadow’s first-ever musical.

And music is built right into the premise. Crescendo! follows the diverse motives and fortunes of a diverse group of women who come together weekly to sing in a women’s community choir. Edmonton actor/playwright Sandy Paddick, who’s collaborated with composer Jennifer McMillan on Crescendo!, found the seed of the “play with music” in the people she met when she joined a choir. “Why had they joined?” That was the question that intrigued her.

Paddick’s own reasons had something to do with the gravitational pull of music in her own life. “Yup, I was the kid who sang all the time!” laughs the Grant MacEwan musical theatre grad. But they had something to do with timing, too. By 2015 “my kids were teenagers and I was too involved in their lives,” she says cheerfully. “I needed something else to focus on.” Yes, my friends, pickleball is not the universal solution to the problem of human connectivity.

“You get really close to the people sitting right beside you in choir,” Paddick says. “I just started to ask people why they’d joined. And I got such interesting answers.” To Paddick, the disparities constituted a gilt-edged incentive to write a play.

playwright Sandy Paddick. Photo supplied.

Crescendo! was by no means her first. Night Without Stars was inspired by the angst of her first professional gig out of theatre school, in a Robin Phillips production. “He had a perfection bell he’d ring. I wrote the play for therapy —  about a queen who had a perfection bell, and ordered the kingdom to bring her the most beautiful thing they owned, and nothing was good enough.” She wrote Back Pocket Lennie (about intergenerational abuse) and Naked Lies (about teen sexuality) for Azimuth Theatre’s high school audiences. Enchantment was based on Christina Rossetti’s long narrative poem Goblin Market. Dark, traumatizing subjects all, she agrees. Crescendo! by contrast has a certain affirming lightness.

“This is not verbatim theatre,” she hastens to add. “I didn’t interview the women. This is a play ‘inspired by’ their stories.” Natural ad hoc curiosity elicited some “wild reasons,” Paddick says. “A huge variety…. There was addiction; there was grief. There were people just wanting to join a community. There were people who want to sing in a choir because that’s who they are, through their whole lives. Sometimes there were people new to the country who wanted to feel connected. There was a woman with autism….”

Cathy Derkach and Kirstin Piehl in Crescendo!, Shadow theatre. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux.

“A lot of it is purposeful,” she says of the weekly encounters. “You’re there to learn the music. So there’s not a pressure to socialize; it just happens. It’s not enforced.” And that has its advantages. Paddick, a U of A BFA acting grad after her Grant MacEwan years, went back to school again. She has a career as a professional speech pathologist, often working with kids on the spectrum. And there’s a kind of natural continuity with the music and storytelling that underwrites the characters in Crescendo!

“You go there to sing; you don’t have to talk. So it’s a good place to practice your social skills if you need to,” she says. “And the science is fascinating!” When you’re singing in a choir, brain waves tend to synchronize, apparently. “It releases a ‘special agent’ in the brain, because you’re deep breathing,” a happy-making social side effect. Speech pathologists are highly tuned to the connection between thought and language.

Paddick, who’s married to Shadow artistic director John Hudson, says another motivation for writing Crescendo!, which found its first audience at the 2019 Fringe, was that “I just don’t see tons of stories of older women. And (she laughs) quite honestly, we’re the ones who go to theatre. Statistically. Where are our stories? They’re not out there.”

Cathy Derkach and Jenny McKillop in Crescendo!, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux

Crescendo! she says, “is about (our hunger for) connection. What brings a community of women together in a positive way? How do we manage our lives in terms of balance, work, home, kids? There really was a woman who brought her baby to rehearsal,” she says of the inspiration for one of her characters. “That happened!”

The playlist for the community choir that Paddick joined was widely varied — seasonal music, Broadway show tunes, some classical numbers, pop music, ABBA.… And Crescendo!, which was always planned as a musical, embraces that experience. “Jen (composer Jennifer McMillan) has actually written for choirs!” Paddick says she can pick out who in the audience has been in a choir by the knowing laughter that accompanies some of McMillan’s unerring parodies.

For all their harmonizing, choirs (like theatre) have a complement of backstage friction too. “You’ve gotta have conflict in theatre, or what’s the point?” Paddick points to “competition with other choirs,” or “times when certain people might be pointed out for doing a really good job, and sometimes that can be a little awkward.” Or “I didn’t get a solo this time; I wonder why.”

The main character evolved from exploring the question “when music is your life, what happens when you can’t do it any more? When your voice, your song, your reason for standing leave you? How does that resonate?”

In figuring out how disparate stories could be interwoven into a play, Paddick looked at the structure of the unusual musical Come From Away, inspired by the real-life story of how the little Newfoundland town of Gander hosted thousands of travellers displaced by the terrible events of 9-11. The creators “drop in a variety of stories. And you don’t necessarily get the end of the story (or the beginning for that matter). Maybe a snippet.”    

Crescendo!, Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux

And speaking of connections, the Shadow production we’ll see is a veritable reunion of long-time friends. Paddick, who was at Grant McEwan with cast member Colleen Tillotson, remembers the “super-fun” of that musical theatre program, “an idyllic magical kingdom” And the two were in the same BFA class as director Ryan. Cathy Derkach wrote music for Paddick’s Back Pocket Lennie.

“I’ve always wanted to write,” says Paddick, with a comic sigh. “And it’s been a pain in the butt! There I am working, loving my life, and then the nagging voice goes ‘you’d better start writing’! It was quite strong after I’d joined the choir.” She tried a new approach. “I told people I was actually going to write it, to see what would happen. And they were ‘so, when’s the play coming?’”

There’s nothing like affectionate peer group pressure. Crescendo! is coming now.

PREVIEW

Crescendo!

Shadow Theatre

Written by: Sandy Paddick with music by Jennifer McMillan

Directed by: Kate Ryan

Starring: Cathy Derkach, Michelle Diaz, Jenny McKillop, Kirstin Piehl, Colleen Tillotson

Where: Varscona Theatre, 10329 83 Ave.

Running: Thursday through Nov. 5

Tickets: shadowtheatre.org

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She’s back! Karen Hines’s toxic pixie returns in Pochsy IV, to launch the Theatre Network season

Karen Hines, Pochsy IV, Keep Frozen Productions at Theatre Network. Photo by Gary Mulcahey

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

She’s back.

We met Pochsy at the Fringe in 1992, a smudgy-eyed chalky-faced kewpie with a lethal mixture of charm and vitriol coursing through her veins — and that sweet Clara Bow smile. In Pochsy’s Lip she was attached to an IV drip; we never quite recovered.

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Since that unforgettable sighting, we’ve seen Pochsy convalescing on a “dream vacation” at The Last Resort (Oh, Baby: Pochsy’s Adventures By The Sea). We’ve seen the employee of Mercury Packers (“I pack mercury”) summoned by the government for an audit, meditating on modern life (Citizen Pochsy: Head Movements of a Long-Haired Girl). And then, in 2007, the macabre sugar-coated satirist vanished into thin (toxic) air.

After 15 years we meet Karen Hines’s unforgettable creation once more come Thursday, at Theatre Network, in Pochsy IV. If, like me, you blithely read the title as Pochsy 4, think again. Hines and her director Michael Kennard of the horror clown duo Mump and Smoot (he’s Mump; Hines is Mump and Smoot‘s director) think of the title as IV as in pole — as I discovered this past week at the Roxy. “How many titles did we go through?” Kennard asks Hines. They lost count.

“A lot had happened,” says Calgary-based Hines of the year that Pochsy exited the stage, in the “cabaret compilation” Pochsy Unplugged. The nightmare in Toronto real estate that would inspire her play Crawlspace had happened. Hines had moved to Calgary from her home town Toronto. “Then I just started to see the world going in a way that felt too fragmented — the internet, social media … — to encapsulate a room” the way Pochsy does. Hines began to write “bigger pieces,” Crawlspace for one, Drama: Pilot Episode and All The Little Animals I Have Eaten (Shadow Theatre produced it last season).

But during the pandemic lockdown, “I began to feel that Pochsy had to say something…. Pochsy “is the only thing I’ve written that can address certain things in a certain way,” Hines says of the distinctive sting of the sweetness and acid, charm and sickness in the make-up of that diminutive repository of pop-culture sentiment, glib capitalist truisms, self-help slogans and lethally breezy observations of the state of the world. “When I was writing for other actors I couldn’t write biting for them the way I could write biting for Pochsy…. But it’s been scary.”

Kennard grins. “What gives the best stakes in theatre? Death…. With our work, we’re constantly exploring that, and coming at it from different places. With all our shows we give ourselves the opportunity of different locations — same character, same circumstances, different locations.”

“How many times have Mump and Smoot died? We’re constantly diving off a cliff, and reinventing ourselves! With our shows and Karen’s shows, you could put them in any order and they’d make sense.” They’re like cartoons in that respect.

Karen Hines, Pochsy IV, Keep Frozen Productions at Theatre Network. Photo by Gary Mulcahey

Pochsy IV “is a sliver of Pochsy’s life,” the fleeting moment between the top of the cliff and the ground where your life flashes before your eyes. “Seventy-five minutes of show, an actual 30 seconds in life,” says Kennard. “That’s the model we’re working with.”

Three original artists, expert clowns all who’ve ignored any conventional boundaries of that art form, Hines met the future Mump and Smoot, Kennard and John Turner, in the late ‘80s at Second City in Toronto. “They were already working together on gibberish scenes,” she says of those halcyon days when the term ‘horror clown’ wasn’t in the Canadian showbiz lexicon. “We just gravitated toward each other…. I held the camera for them when when they were trying to make little videos to send to comedy contests. We didn’t call it directing then. We called it being friends and hanging around.”

Kennard and Turner had studied with clown guru Richard Pochinko, and Hines gave that celebrated approach a shot — mainly to be able direct her pals in their new clown incarnations. For her, the Pachinko route into clowning just didn’t take. “I was a terrible clown,” Hines says. “Saccharine! I didn’t like my own performance.” She demonstrates the kind of clown she didn’t want to be, sweetly supplicating and needy.

Studying bouffon in Paris with the celebrated Philipe Gaulier was a much better fit. “So dark, so satirical, so (invested in) ‘points of attack’. That broke me open; I knew what to do, using affliction as a tool.” The medieval bent of Gaulier’s bouffon style, though, didn’t quite suit her. “I looked for a way to modernize it…. Who are the outcasts now? What’s the affliction? What parodies would I use?”

The ‘90s, far from tranquil, coughed up their share of parallels. “We had friends die of AIDS. There was a sense of plague, a feeling of precarity,” as Hines says. “An understanding of environmental and nuclear threats…. I grew up with that, more than the average bear. My parents were scientists, and they and their friends would talk at the dinner table, in an era when people didn’t worry about protecting children. So I got some ears-full.”

It was an era, too, of “intensification of capitalism,” as she puts it, “the idea of corporations as entities to make money for shareholders, not something for employees, their well-being, their health….The separation of rich and poor grew wider.” These are ideas on which Hines’s satire sharpened its edge, and they found their way into Pochsy, “a microcosm of American consumerist culture.”

Karen Hines, Pochsy IV, Keep Frozen Productions at Theatre Network. Photo by Gary Mulcahey.

Another inspiration for a character in whom charm and affliction are inextricably entwined came from “watching people in my own life,” Hines says. “My grandmother had dementia, but she was hilarious. And we still use things she said and did…. She was very flirtatious, very charming.”

And then, as Kennard points out, Second City “really prepped you for satire.” Hines was in the touring company. But to be on the mainstage, you had to write your own material. So she did.

“Basically they hauled me across the country for their 1992 Fringe tour,” says Hines of her two horror clown colleagues. “Back when you could get into the Fringe by being organized and getting your stuff in on time.” In Edmonton, Kennard and Turner insisted on camping, a decision of legendary eccentricity in Fringe annals. Hines lasted one night, before repairing to a hotel. “It snowed. In Alberta. In August.”

Pochsy’s Lips had premiered at the new Orland Fringe in 1992. Hines’s debut audience was three people, a trio of guys “who didn’t know each other and didn’t sit together…. It was fantastic. I could just talk to them.” In fact, that direct, eye-to-eye conversation was pretty much de rigueur. “It gave me a real grounding in speaking to the audience. You have to look at every single person.”

The next night? An audience of six. “It doubled every show.” (laughter). In Edmonton, which followed Fringes in Montreal and Saskatoon, “we really blossomed,” says Kennard, who eventually moved from Ontario and is now a U of A drama prof. “Edmonton feels like our home town, creatively.” Mump and Smoot sold out every show. Hines remembers seeing a long queue outside Walterdale, her venue, four hours before showtime. And she was amazed to discover that they were waiting to see Pochsy’s Lips.

The lives of “three striving Toronto artists” (as Kennard puts it) changed in Edmonton. “We’d all started out just wanting to be actors,” he says. “If my acting career had had gone better I’d never have made Pochsy,” says Hines. “I wanted to be Meryl Streep but I was no good at that…. I really wanted to perform; it was just a question of how.”

Now, Pochsy IV, which premiered at the High Performance Rodeo in Calgary last January. “We had 12 to 15 times as much material as you’ll see in the show,” says Hines. At first she was hyper-tuned to “people’s sensitivities. I’m way less afraid now!”

“The world gives us our playlist,” says Kennard.” Since January, “the world has changed again, even in eight months,” says Hines. She and Kennard estimate that 20 percent of Pochsy IV is new for the Theatre Network run. AI is a hot-button issue, e.g.  “Will the absence of a soul be telling in the long run?” Hines is thinking about things like that in her new show.

“Clown and bouffon is such a powerful thing.” And the world, let’s face it, is generous about providing material that cries out to be parodied, weaponized by a sharp-eyed satirist with a blade.  “I think there’s a time when we need to come out and play,” says Kennard, whose directorial advice is always to up the venom content. “It’s our job!” says Hines with a smile.

PREVIEW

Pochsy IV

Theatre: Keep Frozen presented by Theatre Network

Created by and starring: Karen Hines

Directed by: Michael Kennard

Where: Theatre Network at the Roxy, 10708 124 St.

Running: opening Thursday through Nov. 5

Tickets: theatrenetwork.ca

   

   

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Fun (really!) with Hamlet: The Play’s The Thing, an inspired Theatre Yes 2-night production

Augustus Williams as Horatio in Catalyst Theatre’s take on Hamlet Act I scene 1, The Play’s The Thing, Theatre Yes. Photo by Mat Simpson

Freewill Shakespeare Festival does a scene from Hamlet. The Play’s The Thing, Theatre Yes. Photo by Mat Simpson

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Well, THAT was fun!. A word that is only rarely (I need hardly remind you) applied to productions of Hamlet.

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The first night of The Play’s The Thing, Theatre Yes’s two-night production of Shakespeare’s longest, most mysteriously alluring play, had 10 Edmonton stage companies each do a scene, from Act I, i through Act III, iv — each in their own signature style. To call it a riotous, original deconstruction would be entirely accurate. But beyond that, what an inspiring way to remind us, at the start of the theatre season, of the remarkable breadth of Edmonton’s performance scene. The sketch troupe Marv N’ Berry, who graciously shared some of the slings and arrows of their Shakespearean research with the crowd, presided; they are the souls of affability.

Catalyst Theatre, home of original, boldly physical reinventions of the musical form with poetic texts, delivered a great opener, elbowing iambic pentameter aside for their own kind of rhymed verse. The theatre kids from Vic, some 20 of them, stepped up, led by Hamlet’s BFF Horatio (“don’t get me wrong, I love the guy…”), an ironic and thoughtful sort with questions about ghosts — and a suspicion that Elsinore was haunted, even before the ghost of Act I, scene i. Once you realize admit the possibility of change, there’s no going back. Yup, four more tumultuous and violent Acts are bound to follow, with momentum as they go.

Photo by Mat Simpson

A couple of bouffon rodents (from Batrabbit Collective, whose Rat Academy was a hit at the Fringe) delivered a very funny version of the farewell scene in which Laertes, who like his dad Polonius is full of pompous advice, announces to his meek, somewhat dim sister Ophelia he’s off to France. There was rambunctious improv from Rapid Fire Theatre, led by artistic director Matt Schuurman; they dallied with Hamlet, gave Rosencrantz and Guildenstern the classic improv craziness of speaking in unison,  and flirted outrageously with the audience. Hello Denmark!

Photo by Mat Simpson

Intriguingly, Hamlet’s great ‘to be or not to be’ soliloquy of Act III scene i landed in the scene assigned (randomly, out of a hat) to L’UniThéâtre. How fascinating to hear it in French. Thou Art Here, the site-sympathetic company that has taken The Man to The People in all manner of locales, did the play-with-in-a-play scene with wild give-‘er puppets, and an overlay of advice from a hyperkinetic concept director à la Hamlet, with an eye on getting held over. A theatre critic with (possibly dubious) blonde hair got to have her first and only and fleeting crack at playing Ophelia, with a Mousetrap audience that included the King and Queen of the Fringe, Murray and Megan.

Zachary Parsons-Lozinski as Hamlet’s mama in Guys in Disguise’s scene in The Play’s The Thing, Theatre Yes. Photo by Mat Simpson

Another queen, Hamlet’s mom Gertrude, played in high style by Guys in Disguise’s Zachary Parsons-Lozinski, did a memorable phone-acting scene with Ophelia, taking her cue from Polonius and trying to ferret out the goods on her wayward son’s activities — with whom and how many?

Workshop West does Hamlet, a scene from The Play’s The Thing, Theatre Yes. Photo by Mat Simpson

Workshop West, Ready Go, Freewill Shakespeare Festival, and Shadow Theatre stepped up too.

So, 10 high-contrast scenes and 10 different companies who had a blast showing off their stuff. We all had a terrific time. And there are 10 more to come tonight, at the Westbury. How does it all turn out for the Melancholy Dane anyhow? Tickets: fringetheatre.ca. All proceeds to the Food Bank.

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A matter of death (and life): a quirky rom-com en route to the Underworld: A Phoenix Too Frequent at Northern Light, a review

Brenna Campbell, Julia van Damme, Ellen Chorley in A Phoenix Too Frequent, Northern Light Theatre. Photo by Brianne Jang

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Multi-faceted theatre artist Ellen Chorley returns to the stage in A Phoenix Too Frequent, the Northern Light season-opener

Julia van Dam, Ellen Chorley, Brennan Campbell in A Phoenix Too Frequent, Northern Light Theatre. Photo by Brianne Jang

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

The production that launches the Northern Light Theatre season Friday, returns a company known for its edgy contemporary choices to a play — a vintage post-war romantic comedy, in verse — it produced 45 years ago. And Christopher Fry’s A Phoenix Too Frequent is another kind of special occasion too.

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Trevor Schmidt’s production marks the return to the stage of a startlingly multi-faceted theatre artist — playwright, actor, director, festival director artistic director, teacher, mentor — whose 18-year history with Northern Light includes being artistic associate, running the box office, publicity, fund-raising, volunteer coordination. In 2020 Ellen Chorley even wrote NLT a play; the funny, insightful Everybody Loves Robbie premiered on the mainstage.

A Phoenix Too Frequent is Ellen Chorley’s first-ever appearance at Northern Light as an actor. She plays Doto, the droll and earthy maidservant/ companion of a grieving widow (Julia van Dam) determined to join her recently deceased husband Virilius in the underworld. In the story, borrowed from Petronius, the pair are in hubby’s tomb, and Doto is along for the ride across the River Styx to Hades. That’s when a particularly appealing soldier (Brennan Campbell) arrives, curious about the light coming from the tomb. Will his attractions, and the life force, prevail over the widow’s death-centric determination?

Playwright Ellen Chorley with cast of Everybody Loves Robbie, Jayce McKenzie left and Richard Lee Hsi. 2020 photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

“Isn’t Doto fantastic?” declares Chorley, a sunny exuberant sort with a buoyant effect on her human surroundings (as the hundreds of emerging artists at Nextfest, the festival she runs, can attest). “She’s so funny! I love her! It’s just a blast to walk around in her shoes.”

Verse dramas are not thick upon the ground, to be sure. The play, a rarely produced one-act by the author of (the much better known) The Lady’s Not For Burning, is “definitely dense, with incredibly stylized language,” as Chorley says. “Also, it’s a lot fun.” And in the devastated post-war landscape “it seems so ahead of its time, in its thoughts about grief and hope, moving on from grief. Somehow it seems very progressive for 1947.”

Delia Barnett and Ellen Chorley in Soiled Doves, Send In The Girls Burlesque. 2019 photo by db photographics.

Writing, running Nextfest, founding theatre companies like Promise Productions, nurturing the theatre careers of new generations of artists … Chorley’s theatre career is multi-limbed. She herself hasn’t been onstage herself since January 2019, in a play she wrote for the burlesque company she co-founded, Send in the Girls. Soiled Doves was a tribute to the female stars of the Wild West. “A very different experience than doing this language-rich play, of course,” she laughs, thinking of the challenges of Fry’s exuberant, often lush, poetry. “Before that, along with play readings and workshops here and there, it was a 2017 Trunk Theatre production of Caryl Churchill’s Fen.”

The Fry play is a challenging way to return to acting. “Fun and exciting to stretch those acting muscles again; I haven’t used them as much lately…. That’s the great thing about acting training: it’s a tool kit of how to approach different projects, and I was able to (dip into) that.” Comedy, as Chorley points out, “is so technical in a lot of ways. It’s about speed, about timing, about pitch…. I had to rely on those technical elements to start figuring out how the performance comes together.”

Ellen Chorley and Brennan Campbell, A Phoenix Too Frequent, Northern Light Theatre. Photo by Brianne Jang

“In rehearsal, with Trevor’s vision, we’re figuring out where this play lives in style … ancient myth, yes, but written in 1947, and we’re doing it in 2023. All this grief and sadness, yes, and it takes place in a crypt. But there’s also so much life in the play.” It’s what Chorley likes best, she says, “peeling back the layers.”

And speaking of layers, the production we’ll see, Chorley explains, is “classical-looking. We’re all in togas, and the soldier is in a gladiator uniform.” But there’s the playful feeling, as she describes, of “the early ‘50s doing an ancient story.” Schmidt’s design, down to the wigs and the earrings, nods to Cleopatra, Ben-Hur, The Ten Commandments — “all colourful and gauzy and beautiful. Fun!” To get in the groove “we all watched Anne Baxter in The Ten Commandments.

Chorley and Northern Light: a relationship forged 18 years ago when “the new little musical theatre grad from Grant MacEwan” did a group audition with a cluster of the small theatres. “I just started going to see plays a lot,” she remembers. “I always tell young actors to do that. And I really liked what Northern Light was doing — interesting scripts, challenging work, productions that would make me think.”

She was (and is) an indefatigable volunteer. ” Northern Light always did A LOT of bingos.” And one thing led to another. “When you love a company you just want to keep showing up for them!” And “truly at Northern Light I’ve learned so much about my whole career as an artist …. Trevor (Northern Light artistic director Trevor Schmidt) has been so generous in letting me in to see his artistic process; his mentorship has been so valuable.”

Northern Light’s 2020 commission to write Everybody Loves Robbie, a love letter to first relationships and high school theatre, was “a life changer,” says Chorley. “A big leap in my writing career! Before that I was mostly producing my own work. To be produced by a professional company allowed me to join the Playwrights Guild of Canada, become a full member of the Alberta Playwrights Network … to operate on a more professional basis as a writer. A Big Step. I was over-the-moon thankful for the opportunity.”

Chorley grew up in an arts-oriented household. The importance of children’s theatre is one of her favourite subjects and she’s eloquent in its defence. It led, in 2006, to her own kids’ theatre company Promise Productions  (her trilogy of amusingly sassy, genre-bent feminist Cinderella plays were a hit at the Fringe).

And high school theatre was crucial, thinks Chorley. At Ross Sheppard, not much known as “an arts school” at the time, theatre was “a scrappy DIY” affair. “It was ‘we don’t have any money but we’re not going to get in trouble trying things. You can be an actor but you should know how to build a flat, do some lighting, figure out stage management, sew costumes.’ And writing and creating our own work was valued! That was a big part of the culture there. And it was really important to the artist I’ve become!” Conversation with Chorley, as you’ll glean, comes with its own built-in exclamation points.

“We were empowered to figure things out for ourselves! And it’s made me a bit bold in my own writing and producing work.”

The teenage Chorley and her theatre pals took a cabaret play they’d created to Nextfest, the multi-disciplinary festival of emerging artists she’d later head. And her first play Bohemian Perso ran there. Her first Nextfest gig was curating the festival’s high school theatre offerings. An it was at the 2010 edition she tried burlesque for the first time. Send in the Girls, and the burlesque/theatre hybrid Tudor Queens that she wrote for the new troupe, were at the Fringe the next summer. And their productions, have found full-house audiences ever since.

What was the attraction of that art form? “I liked what it had to say about body positive image,” Chorley thinks. “I liked the relationship with audience. And I liked the style, the glamour, the glitz.” She laughs. “You may have a costume designer. But you’re the one sitting for seven hours gluing on the rhinestones. There’s a DIY quality to burlesque!”

And now, with A Phoenix Too Frequent, Chorley returns to Northern Light, and to acting, her original entry point into theatre as a kid (“I wanted to be a Shakespearean actor”), with a skill set that extends to every aspect of “making art.” And she returns with her usual gusto. “I’m so excited, and maybe a little nervous. But experience just makes you stronger!”

PREVIEW

A Phoenix Too Frequent

Theatre: Northern Light

Written by: Christopher Fry

Directed and designed by: Trevor Schmidt

Starring: Julia van Dam, Brennan Campbell, Ellen Chorley

Where: Studio Theatre, Fringe Theatre Arts Barns, 10330 84 Ave.

Running: Friday through Oct. 21

Tickets: northernlighttheatre.com

  

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The delectable fun of The Importance of Being Earnest at the Citadel, a review

Nadien Chu as Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

In a glum age where the things to be serious about are piling up by the second, there is something inspirational about launching a season with a comedy whose airy architecture is built, rock solid, on topsy-turvy inversion. A comedy that that takes triviality seriously, by balancing its intricate symmetries on a pinpoint.

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That’s what the Citadel has done, via Jackie Maxwell’s delectable production of The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde’s comic masterpiece of 1895. “I am sick to death of cleverness,” sulks Jack Worthing (Jeff Lillico), one of a pair of best friends, debonair young men-about-town whose romantic aspirations come up against the adamantine obstacle of not having the perfect name: Ernest. “Everyone is clever nowadays. You can’t go anywhere without meeting clever people….The thing has become an absolute public nuisance.”

Nadien Chu, Alexander Ariate, Jeff Lillico, Helen Belay, Amelia Sargisson, Davina Stewart, Julien Arnold in The Importance of Being Earnest, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price.

Sorry Jack, but the comedy that’s been called the most perfectly constructed in English theatre — and is almost certainly the repertoire’s wittiest — is full of clever people. And they’re repositories of Wilde’s paradoxical wit and hyper-articulate playfulness (“divorces are made in heaven” or “in matters of grave importance style, not sincerity is the vital thing”). But they’re not kidders. They’re in deadly earnest about the social realities of their glittering world — marriage, money, class, the sexes, respectability. Which makes them hilarious, and the play a cross between a romantic comedy and an eagle-eyed satire.

Maxwell has bravely chosen to dislodge Earnest from its high-Victorian setting, and take it ahead by a full half a century into the 1950s. You’re bound to have some reservations in advance. Earnest relocations are risky in theory (witness a long line of Earnests stranded with their thumbs up their epigrammatic backsides in time periods where the nuances of class, parental authority, and social respectability don’t quite resonate). But check your reservations at the door. One of the chief delights of Maxwell’s decision is immediate: Michael Gianfrancesco’s ’50s high-style costumes are an eyeful, the dizzying array of checked trousers, ravishing pastel cocktail frocks, silky lounging jackets, brocade suits. And don’t get me started on the shoes.

Tellingly, the fortunes, privileges and high-handed assumptions of the upper classes sit just fine 50 years later. Surprise! The great social revolution is still on hold. Witness the pair of butlers played very amusingly by Doug Mertz, one urban one country, one sublimely implacable and the other wheezily disintegrating as his hair levitates.

The implacable arbiter of the social status quo at the centre of it all, “a monster without being a myth,” as Jack says, is Lady Bracknell. This magisterial role is occupied with fierce un-ironic gravitas and an entire arsenal of withering looks by Nadien Chu. From her first entrance, feet planted like Cortez claiming a continent, her facial expression is set to disapproval. She’s perpetually ready to have her worst suspicions confirmed by an entire generation — starting with her unreliable nephew Algernon (Alexander Ariate), who’s forever reneging on his social obligations by claiming the need to visit his fictional invalid relative Bunbury. Her lips are pursed, and she spits out the consonants of Bunbury’s name like someone expelling rancid cashews at a distance.

Lady Bracknell’s checklist of questions for male eligibility are very funny, mainly because they’re grimly practical. And Chu never wavers. She demands to know if her daughter Gwendolyn’s potential beau smokes. He admits he does. “I am glad to hear it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind.” Designer Gianfrancesco decks her out in a succession of wonderful hats with feathers that positively quiver with a sense of righteous outrage.

A hard-headed realist, Lady Bracknell has her views on every aspect of modern life, from the inadvisability of long engagements (“they give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage”) to the financial merits of investments vs land (the latter “has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure; it gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up”). Modern education? “Ignorance is a delicate exotic fruit. Touch it and the bloom is gone.”

Jeff Lillio, Helen Belay, Amelia Sargisson, Alexander Ariate in The Importance of Being Earnest, Citadel Theatre., Photo by Nanc Price

One of the great delights of the production is the way there are hints, especially when she’s crossed, that Amelia Sargassin’s utterly charming but flinty Gwendolyn (“I am never wrong”), in a first-rate comic performance, is her mother’s daughter. They have matching daytimers, that snap shut like alligator jaws on an arm.

The scenes in a country garden crammed with roses (including Patrick Beagan’s lighting and two women who look enchanting in their frocks), are great fun. The worldly sophisticate Gwendolyn discovers to her dismay that her fiancé Ernest has an “excessively pretty” 18-year-old ward. In a matching performance Cecily (delightful Helen Belay), the country “innocent” brought up on a steady diet of romantic novels, strikes poses, writes lurid fictional entries in her diary, bats her eyes — and when a rival for Ernest arrives, rises to the occasion with impressive steel.

The fractious relationship between Jack and Algernon, the former with top notes of exasperation and the latter with a certain mischievous insouciance, is convincingly supple. And they surf the cadences of Wilde’s epigrammatic wit in very different ways, which irritates both of them.

In the country scenes, the ‘50s leave their mark on the production in a more relaxed, less decorous, physicality. Characters fling themselves onto settees. Lady Bracknell’s arrival leaves both couples either prone or crawling. Victorians would gasp.

Davina Stewart, Helen Belay, Julien Arnold in The Importance of Being Earnest, Citadel Theatre. Photo by Nanc Price

As the rural cleric Canon Chasuble, Julien Arnold is droll, expansively generous in his theological references and embrace; he provides his own footnotes as he delicately approaches Miss Prism. As Cecily’s prim governess, Davina Stewart has an unusually fluttery and slightly addled take on a character who is more often formidably drab. She’s amusing (especially since her auburn hair is set like two Brillo pads on the either side of her head). Clearly Miss Prism is a novelist manqué, who’s been waiting to be swept off her feet rather than just doling out German grammar on a Draconian quota system.

The play is an amazing comic construction. And the pleasures of a production in which the characters are so attentive to each other are manifold, a treat of a way to start the season.

REVIEW

The Importance of Being Earnest

Theatre: Citadel

Written by: Oscar Wilde

Directed by: Jackie Maxwell

Starring: Nadien Chu, Alexander Ariate, Jeff Lillico, Helen Belay, Amelia Sargisson, Julien Arnold, Davina Stewart, Doug Mertz

Running: through Oct. 15

Tickets: citadeltheatre.com, 780-425-1820

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‘Celebrate amazingness!’ The Play’s The Thing has 20 Edmonton stage companies do Hamlet

The Play’s The Thing, Theatre Yes. Photo supplied.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Talk about a hold on the collective consciousness. For 400-plus years the world has been wondering, and arguing, analyzing and thinking about Hamlet, the most celebrated and mysterious of plays by history’s most celebrated and mysterious playwright.

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It’s been four centuries of wildly divergent interpretations (face it, being dead hasn’t slowed Shakespeare down much). But the production of Shakespeare’s Hamlet that happens over two nights Oct. 7 and 8 on the Westbury stage under the Theatre Yes flag, will be like no other the world has ever seen. By definition.

The Play’s The Thing is the bright idea of Theatre Yes, and the calling card of its two new co-artistic directors Ruth Alexander and Max Rubin,. They invited 20 different Edmonton stage companies, of every proclivity, size and aesthetic, to perform one scene each from Hamlet in their own signature house style. Saturday night, 10 companies do Hamlet Act I scene i to Act III scene iii. Sunday night, 10 companies carry Hamlet forward Act III scene iv to the big finale of Act 5 scene ii.

Really, haven’t you always secretly wondered what a Mile Zero or Good Women Dance Hamlet would look like? Or what the House of Hush Burlesque take would be? What if Teatro Live! did Hamlet? How would the sketch comedy trio Girl Brain dig in? Or the neo-bouffon collective Batrabbit?

When Theatre Yes put the call out to the theatre community, they weren’t sure what to expect. Alexander and Rubin, relative newcomers to the scene here who emigrated from Britain seven years ago with their own company (Lodestar) and a zest for experimentation, were amazed and delighted by the response. Within a week 20 Edmonton performance companies had said Yes. The only No they heard was from Punctuate! Theatre, and only because they’re on tour (with First Métis Man of Odesa).

“Edmonton is quite the theatre town,” says Rubin in admiration. “There’s so much going on.” In Liverpool, where Lodestar did site-inventive Shakespeare among other off-centre ventures, casting about for 20 companies to go on a theatre adventure “would have been a real struggle,” says Alexander. “There’s not nearly the volume or breadth….”

The raison d’être of The Play’s The Thing, in this post-pandemic out-of-joint time when theatres are hoping to get audiences back through the doors full strength, is “to show us what we’ve got!” As Rubin puts it, “we need to create something for everybody to celebrate the amazingness of the theatre scene here…. So we hope it does!”

When Theatre Yes was casting about for new artistic leadership (after the departure of Heather Inglis for Workshop West), the couple, who’ve now retired Lodestar, couldn’t believe how perfectly it aligned with their own theatre profile and proclivities. “It’s exactly what we’ve done for that last 15 years!” says Rubin. “Innovation was in the Theatre Yes mandate. And that’s us: we’ve taken great delight in experimenting, in making things that are new to us, and to other people. That unknown-ness is really exciting to both of us.” The Play’s The Thing is built on that very principle of unknown-ness.

The Play’s The Thing, Theatre Yes. Photo supplied

Why Hamlet? “It’s the most iconic play in the world.” And not only does everyone have their own idea about what it is, it’s a play that seems always to speak to the moment. And there’s this: it’s nice and big, Shakespeare’s longest, a size large 20-scene play, “pretty capacious with a great big range of characters.” Some of the scenes are huge, others fleeting. “I can’t wait to see what people do with them, how many people they use, what their approach will be.”

“There’s a real sense of ‘we’re in this together’:  the audience and the cast are discovering the whole play together” for the first time. In this, it follows the original practice at Shakespeare’s Globe, says Rubin, where the first nights of plays were more expensive than subsequent performances — “because no one knew what was going to happen.”

The artistic spectrum from the companies who stepped up to do Hamlet is unexpected, and fascinating. There are established text-based theatres like Shadow, Northern Light, Workshop West, and L’UniThéâtre. Catalyst, which specializes in marrying bold theatricality, music, and poetic text, will do a scene. There’s an emerging artist collective, Ready Go Theatre, and an indie company that seeks out the off-centre in musical theatre, the Plain Janes. There are artists of the improv persuasion (Rapid Fire Theatre). There’s drag (Guys in Disguise), burlesque (House of Hush), sketch comedy (Girl Brain), and dance (Mile Zero and Good Women Dance). And there are even theatres that specialize in matters Shakespearean: the Freewill Shakespeare Festival, Thou Art Here Theatre, and Theatre Prospero. You can see the full list on the Theatre Yes website.

What will happen, scene by scene? What sort of Hamlet will it all add up to? That, my friends, is a mystery, not least to Rubin and Alexander. “We have no idea!” says the former happily. “And we can’t wait to see. No one will know till it happens. And that’s the joy of it!” Says Alexander, “all the companies are under strict instructions not to tell us anything.” And between-company collaboration is absolutely verboten, too. “They have to keep everything secret, and they’re finding it hard apparently,” she laughs.

Theatre Yes gave every company $1,000. The only stipulation in spending it is that “every Equity member they use in their scene has to be paid (the required) amount. “For considerations of space”  the maximum cast size is 10.  “What’s important to us is that their company ethos and style is foregrounded…. We wanted people to go crazy with their signature style, for them to show everybody what’s at their core. The original text of Hamlet is less important than that.”

You won’t get lost. The sketch comedy troupe Marv N’ Berry hosts, and introduces the scenes. There are graphic prompts to the story. And “all the Hamlets have to wear black, and no one else can.”

The Play’s The Thing is a celebration of “our community of artists,” says Rubin, “all focussed on the same goal, to raise as much money as we can for a really good cause.” All proceeds go to the Food Bank.

“It cross-pollinates and re-vitalizes audiences between companies,” hopes Alexander. “We’ll all benefit from that…. And it shows Edmontonians what they have here in the city.”

It’s “hi community! We’re here and we’re ready to work and collaborate!”

[The Theatre Yes adventure continues. Next spring (April 11 to 21), look for a production of the gruesome, disturbing Martin McDonagh play The Pillowman in the Pendennis Building on Jasper Ave. downtown.]

PREVIEW

The Play’s The Thing

Theatre: Theatre Yes

Directed by and starring: 20 Edmonton performance companies each doing a scene from Hamlet

Where: Westbury Theatre, Fringe Arts Barns, 10330 84 Ave.

Running: Oct. 7 and 8

Tickets: fringetheatre.ca, theatreyes.com

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A beautiful day in the neighbourhood: Laurel Canyon and the ‘California Sound’ in Rock The Canyon at the Mayfield

Andrea House, Brad Wiebe, Pamela Gordon in Musicians Gone Wild: Rock The Canyon, Mayfield Theatre. Photo by Mat Simpson.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

When the poet Joni Mitchell referred in song to “pouring music down the canyon,” the image attaches its mythical reverb to a real locale in a real city — and a real, remarkably expansive five-year period in the history of popular music.

It’s Laurel Canyon in the Hollywood Hills, in an epochal five-year span in the late 60s early ‘70s. Capturing in its music and intricate iconic sound that place, that time, and the mysterious visceral attraction of music (and musicians to each other) is the raison d’être of Musicians Gone Wild: Rock The Canyon. The season-opener at the Mayfield, a theatre with a particular strength in first-rate bands and stylish musical captures, launches a proposed to-be-continued series celebrating seminal eras in pop culture history.

Rock the Canyon traces a tangled genealogy of hit songs, bands, generations of artists back to an idyllic sort of “hippie haven” (as the narration has it), in a magical ‘day for a daydream’. Musicians who’d been poor in the Village in New York (and left unlikely places in Canada) began California dreamin’. And by dint of a mysterious magnetism, they found themselves in Laurel Canyon, where the leaves weren’t brown, the sun shone and the rent was do-able. Where they smoked each other’s weed, ate out of each other’s fridges, slept with each other, and inspired each other to make music.

Designer Narda McCarroll creates a bi-level ‘sweet dream’ of aquas, pinks, paper lanterns, plants with green leaves. Ah, and the proverbial couch from which a generation of folkies arose, reinvented themselves as folk-rock stars — and formed and re-formed themselves as couples and in bands. It’s a fantasy theatre world bathed in Jillian White’s rosy lighting.

There have, of course, been books and documentaries before now about Laurel Canyon in that halcyon period. Rock The Canyon co-creators Tracey Power and Van Wilmott have assembled a terrific cast of 10 musician-performers and set about capturing it in music. The Eve in this Eden seems to be a Mama Cass figure (Andrea House), assisted by a Michelle Phillips figure (Pamela Gordon). They, along with Brad Wiebe, riff narratively on the poetic attractions of a place where you can ‘go where you wanna go, do what you wanna do’, and a sound quintessentially related to a certain guitar, the Rickenbacker 12-string.   

The show opens with California Dreamin’ and Mr. Tambourine Man, borrowed from Bob Dylan and turned into a pop hit by The Byrds. And the more-than-ample song list is a whole musical landscape of memorable mood-enhancing memory-triggering songs you know, beautifully delivered — even if you (like me) don’t know the exact chronology of Crosby, Stills, Nash and sometimes Young. Who was sleeping with whom is even more complicated; let’s just say Laurel Canyon didn’t need a Welcome Wagon. The show has an easy, pleasant way of alighting on the songs created from shacking up, then splitting up.

In Laurel Canyon, and the Troubadour (the L.A. club where everyone showed up and performed) the show has a blue-chip entry card into a remarkable collection of hit songs from The Mamas and Papas, The Byrds, The Lovin’ Spoonful, Buffalo Springfield, The Doors, the Turtles, then Joni Mitchell, Crosby Stills and Nash, Neil Young, James Taylor, Carly Simon. Even the Beach Boys; a visitation by Brian Wilson occasions Good Vibrations, in all its orchestral and choral complications, beautifully delivered by the cast.

The Monkees, manufactured for a TV show, were in the ‘hood. So was Carole King. The fascinating eccentric Frank Zappa moved in, too. The Eagles and Jackson Browne were there. Brad Wiebe does a lovely version of Desperado.

Mark Sterling and Harley Symington, Rock The Canyon, Mayfield Theatre. Photo by Mat Simpson.

‘60s activism is invoked, though in curiously elliptical ways, by the Laurel Canyon crowd. Joni Mitchell didn’t actually go to Woodstock, though her song about it is a memorable generational anthem. Stephen Stills’ For What It’s Worth, inspired by the Sunset Strip so-called “riots,” has a certain observational detachment: “something’s happening here; what it is ain’t exactly clear.” Mark Sterling’s rendition of the Neil Young angry Kent State ode Ohio, in a guitar duet with Harley Symington, is memorable too.    

Power’s production wisely isn’t about impersonating the name players. But the forces under Wilmott’s musical direction are unerring, as you’ll hear, in nailing a range of styles, most involving complex harmonies. Andrea House, a singer of amazing versatility, has a wonderful way with the supple colours and strange lyricism of Joni Mitchell, including Carey from the Blue album. Pamela Gordon’s version of the Carly Simon song You’re So Vain, is a killer; ditto her version of Linda Ronstadt’s great cover You’re No Good.

Lisa MacDougall in Rock The Canyon, Mayfield Theatre. Photo by Mat Simpson.

It’s a multi-talented cast, who move seamlessly through the song list. John Banister, who brings his native Brit cadences to Graham Nash songs (including Our House), sings and plays a whole variety of instruments, including keyboards, trumpet and violin. Harley Symingston plays a whole variety of guitars, including the fateful “Ricky 12”. Perhaps the most unusual voice in the cast, a smoky earthy mezzo, belongs to Lisa MacDougall, a pianist of rare skill. And the sound is impeccable, by now a Mayfield signature.

Come to that, Happy Together might be one of the cultural anthems of the production. Narrative interpolations like “we felt we were on top of the world” or Joni’s “I thrive on change” or “for me, Laurel Canyon was like the elixir of life” pale in comparison to the song lyrics. It’s hard to know how to fashion a finale from such a rich pageant of songs. But commentary about the effect of music on the human psyche might not, in the end, be the way to go. Still, the narrative bits and assorted choreographic accompaniments do stick the songs together, and fashion a chronological genealogy of sorts.

Laurel Canyon, the narration tells us, “gave us community and freedom…. But it was always about the music.” And so is this music-rich highly enjoyable evening.

REVIEW

Musicians Gone Wild: Rock The Canyon

Theatre: Mayfield Dinner Theatre

Created by: Tracey Power and Van Wilmott

Directed by: Tracey Power

Starring: John Banister, Andrea House, Pamela Gordon, Steve Hoy, Paul Lamoureux, Lisa MacDougall, Mark Sterling, Derek Stremel, Harley Symington, Brad Wiebe

Running: through Nov. 5

Tickets: mayfieldtheatre.ca

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