Love in the
Wars
Bard
SummerScape at the Fisher Center, Annadale-on-the-Hudson
July 10- 20,
2014
Box office:
845-789 7900
Imagine
the fields of Ilium, awash in mud and gore.
Through the angry mist and beneath a burning sun, legendary heroes yell
insults over the clash of iron as bone breaks and flesh is torn. Between the
Argive camps and Troy’s great walls, men have lived and died for ten years
because of a mythic beauty whose face launched a thousand ships. In this place
there is no room for women unless it is to serve as a chalice for male
lust. Even at home, women are of no
consequence. This is a Man’s world:
rational, orderly, controlled, traditional. In this world, one is mightier than
all others: the son-of a god, mighty Achilles.
Now imagine that
across this chess board rides a screaming, one-breasted, wild herd of
horsewomen pounding vanity and virtue into the muck beneath their fierce mares’
hooves. They come to bring home men with
whom they will breed before tossing them aside as unnecessary as orange
peels. Before them all rides
raven-haired Penthesilea, she-wolf; mother-bear; lioness.
In the midst of
battle, they come face to face—Myrmidon Achilles, son of Thetis and Amazonian Penthesilea,
Ares’ daughter.
The once expansive,
dramatic world of war condenses into a moment so fraught with tension the air
thickens. The atmosphere is so oppressive it squeezes the very breath out of
your lungs. Sound echoes silently, pregnant
with potential. Motion stops. Two worlds
wait to see what will happen next.
Now imagine a bare
stage upon which artisans have used their craft to turn wood, cloth, word,
light and vibration into a play at which you will sit and watch what happens
next.
Come see Love
in the Wars at the Fisher
Center during Bard’s SummerScape and experience what no one has experienced
before: the premiere of the first English translation of Heinrich von Kleist’s
1808 play, Penthesilea, written by
John Banville, directed by Ken Rus Schmoll with sets by Marsha Ginsberg, lights
by Tyler Micoleau, costumes by Oana Botez and staring Birgit Huppoch and Chris
Stack as Penthesilea and Achilles.
But mostly come to
see how a production crew and actors not so different from your neighbors
(though perhaps better looking) have taken a German play which Goethe said was
unplayable and made it into something timeless and accessible to anyone who has
every wanted to kill the one they love.
It is a play about power, pride, and the degree to which love and hate
war with each other to destroy. And, it
is about how absurd and funny it is that people do such a silly thing while
around them the world tries to go on about its business.
Though I expect it
will be hard to not get swept up into the story, I hope you will take notice of
how light, wood, cloth, voice and sound are used to suck you into the
action. Consider how the tension of
opposites—light/dark, loud/silent, large/small—are used to amplify the story. Realize
that behind the 90 minutes with no interruption lies months and months of
thought, research, construction and deconstruction. Everything you experience while in the
theater has been taken into consideration so that you will feel as if you were
there, on the fields before the walls of Troy, waiting to see what Penthesilea
and Achilles might do. I’m sure that by
doing so you will feel what I felt in my brief visit to Theater Two: the
incarnation of something like thunder on a hot summer’s day.
And when the play is
done, sing your praises to the actors, the designers, the laborers, the writers
and to yourself for being willing to walk for just a little while among the muses
of days long turned to dust and shadow.
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