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Post by joem on Nov 14, 2019 22:40:44 GMT
Reimagining and updating of Ibsen's "Ghosts" in an Indian context, substituting violence against women for the original syphilis; in the process extending the personal nature of the original into a wider perspective whilst keeping the notion of a "plague" passed on through the generations. Playwright Anupama Chandrasekhar has written a play which, if it drifts on occasion towards melodrama, makes compelling viewing and pulls no punches on the inexplicably lax manner in which violence against women is often treated on the sub-continent.
Ayesha Darker (as Hema the Nora Alving type figure of a widowed mother in denial about her son's hereditary failings) is the pick of the acting talent here, she is developing into a fine and versatile actress and is well assisted by Soni Razdan as Jaya, her devious, bed-ridden mother-in-law on whose whim the crows are fed and kept in the grounds until the denouement.
On the technical side I have to say the crows, featured in the title and an important symbolic presence throughout the play, might have been given a more prominent presentation to match the excellent sound effects. The set of a decaying middle-class mansion in Chennai, though, was beautifully done and might almost be serviceable in a play about the Deep South.
Unlike many other similar theatrical exercises of recent times whilst "Ghosts" is namechecked there is no attempt to present this as anything other than an original work and Ibsen is not billed as author, co-author or anything else. Thank you, Kiln.
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Post by showgirl on Nov 15, 2019 4:24:26 GMT
I booked a £5 ticket for this (via an email offer from A Younger Theatre, oddly, but there was no age restriction specified), before it opened so before any reviews were available and at the time there was, as joem says, no mention of the Ibsen aspect. Had I been aware, I would probably have held off, having reinstated Ibsen on my "Never Again" list after allowing his work a brief reprieve earlier this year to see if my views had changed. Plus I am not a fan of heavy imagery and symbolism - keep it real, for goodness' sake, or count me out. So then the rave reviews were published, raising my hopes and expectations considerably, but I was very disappointed and left at the interval as the first act seemed to consist entirely of characters, about whom I had no reason to care, shouting and declaiming in a very unnatural and unengaging fashion. Still, at least I waited until then as a man in a large group in the row behind got up and walked out, not particularly quietly and discreetly, somewhat before the interval and as I left, I found him pacing about in the corridor.
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