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Apr. 22nd, 2007 05:48 pmI just got home from seeing Sizwe Banzi is Dead, a play by Athol Fugard, directed by Peter Brook, presented at NeWorldStage, the Toronto World Theatre festival that happens... well, whenever the director feels like organizing it, it seems. (Not really - it just seems to have varying amounts of time between stagings.)
It was great. I love theatre that wants to play, and this piece totally did - the props were cardboard boxes and coat-racks and plastic bags, and they became windows, doorways, Henry Ford Junior, factory machines, alleyways, overalls, etcetera.
It was vibrant and lovely and I was delighted.
I was also enchanted by the exchange at the end -- the play ended, we started clapping, the actors came out and love just poured from the audience to them, and from them to the audience. It was like high beams. They were delighted with us, we were delighted with them. It's amazing that anyone went home.
I did, though, and then on the streetcar I was sitting in front of a woman having a panic attack. Her companion was trying to help her by describing situations even more claustrophobic than the one we were in. Oi.
So. Two different kinds of street-theatre in one day. I think I prefer Brook's. Mind you, the transit kind is much, much cheaper.
It was great. I love theatre that wants to play, and this piece totally did - the props were cardboard boxes and coat-racks and plastic bags, and they became windows, doorways, Henry Ford Junior, factory machines, alleyways, overalls, etcetera.
It was vibrant and lovely and I was delighted.
I was also enchanted by the exchange at the end -- the play ended, we started clapping, the actors came out and love just poured from the audience to them, and from them to the audience. It was like high beams. They were delighted with us, we were delighted with them. It's amazing that anyone went home.
I did, though, and then on the streetcar I was sitting in front of a woman having a panic attack. Her companion was trying to help her by describing situations even more claustrophobic than the one we were in. Oi.
So. Two different kinds of street-theatre in one day. I think I prefer Brook's. Mind you, the transit kind is much, much cheaper.
