Magnetic North Blog
On Friday I had two encounters with extreme anger within the space of an hour. In the first one, I saw a man and a dog walk out into the road in front of a car. The driver (a woman) stopped in time, but the man walked aggressively round to her side of the car and began shouting that she had almost killed him and his dog. The woman said that he had stepped out in front of her and he became even angrier, and out his hands onto her half-wound down window. as I was crossing the road quite close to the scene, I asked the driver if everything was OK. She said "Yes, it's fine" and the man turned to me and starting shouting that I was a racist and walked off down the road shouting loudly.
About a quarter of an hour later I was at a counter in the bank and a man at the next window became incensed when the cashier asked him for identification. He spoke angrily and said that it was his own business that he was cashing the cheque for, why did he need ID? The cashier remained calm and said she had asked because sometimes businesses sent other people to cash cheques and she just wanted to check who she was dealing with. The man angrily demanded his cheque back and said that he didn't like the woman's attitude - he stormed off in high dudgeon attempting to maintain dignity as everyone in the bank stared at him.
What intrigued me about both these events was the inability of either man to accept that they might be in the wrong, or that the other person might have a point. The man at the bank had of course stitched himself up completely: he had come to cash a cheque - a relatively straightforward transaction - but had failed because of a sense of injured pride. The woman behind the counter might have been briefly upset at being shouted at, but he had not only made himself appear foolish in front of several people, he had failed to achieve the main purpose of his visit and he would not be able to achieve it without further loss of face (this being the only branch of this particular bank in Edinburgh, and there only being two cashier's windows - side by side of course - in this branch). As I left the bank a few minutes later, the man was sitting at a table by the window staring out, possibly trying to work out which was worse - not getting his money or going back sheepishly to the cashier.
This is the stuff of drama - people behaving foolishly on the spur of the moment and then living with the consequences - but there is something tricky about the sudden burst of anger over trivial matters on stage or screen. How can it be made to seem believable? Mike Leigh has made these moments an essential element of his work - all of his plays and films contain a moment of embarrassing, irrational, angry loss of control - but, in less skilled hands, I sometimes find myself thinking "oh, I don't really believe anyone would do that." The problem for dramatists is that, in real life, these eruptions often seem irrational to the outside eye, though they are obviously rooted in something much deeper for the person concerned - the fear of humiliation, the memory of an earlier embarrassment etc. The skill of a dramatist in these moments is telling us enough about the character before the eruption so that we accept it when it happens - when Basil Fawlty beats his car with a branch because it has broken down, we accept it because the barely repressed frustration that defines his character has been carefully plotted to lead us to this point. Likewise Mike Leigh's characters - Keith's demolition of the campsite in Nuts in May, for example. The other essential is the ability of the actor to show us the complexity of a character's make-up as simply as possible and this is where these moments often stand or fall.
Both events left me wondering why we do it - why do we have these sudden rushes of blood to the head? I'm sure everyone has experienced this at one time or another. There is no doubt an evolutionary reason why we have this capacity, but most of the time we keep it suppressed I suppose.
I've been mulling over the relationship between the performer and the audience in the last few days. Partly it's because of the launch of this project, but it's also connected with seeing performances of Walden in different places and also reading what audience members have written in our comments book immediately after performances.
Anne Bogart (in her book A Director Prepares) writes about the necessity of Terror in the process of making theatre, and one of the thing she touches on is the need that she feels for an audience to be unsettled. I was intrigued by this because the audience-performer realationship is so overt and essential to Walden. Ewan (who performs in the play) has talked about the differing reactions from people to the direct eye contact he makes with them during the performance - most people seem comfortable with it (it's something many people comment on), but sometimes you can sense an unease. It's possibly the latent fear of audience participation that probably lies within all of us (the feeling of "Oh god, please don't ask me to join in" as an actor approaches you with a gleam in his eye), but it's also perhaps a dislike of being somehow implicated in a performance. Sometimes we feel more comfortable sitting in the dark while the actors perform in the light. Tim Crouch explored this in England (at the Fruitmarket in Edinburgh in 2007) by making sustained - and what I can only describe as Evangelical - eye contact with the audience during the first section of the show when you're still not sure what it's about. I remember it being quite unnerving but also exhilarating. Anne Bogart suggests that we should feel unnerved rather than comfortable as an audience as it means we're paying attention (I paraphrase).
The other aspect of this is the nature of the material being performed, and this brings me back to the comments book. A few people have commented on what they regard as a lack of "drama" in Walden, and this also came up when I was writing it - a few fellow-theatre people I talked to about the source material (in the course of "what are you up to at the moment?" conversations) said "Yes, but what's the story?/where's the conflict?/where's the drama?" or other variations. I was reminded of this yesterday when I read the comments from Findhorn - someone wrote quite a long comment which ended "I mean, where's the drama?" To me, drama does not necessarily mean action (though it often does), though it should mean development. There seems to me a very clear development in Walden, encapsulated in the moment when the narrator watches a solitary hawk playing in the sky above him as he fishes and realises that it represents something he can never be - truly free. The story develops - he goes to Walden Pond to see if he can "confront life" and he leaves when he realises he's achieved something else instead. From conversations I've had with audience members, it seems that a lot of people enjoy the absence of a traditional dramaturgical structure - one of the most important things to me about making theatre is that the form you use for a production is right for the content, and in this case I think it is right. We could have made a more action-filled production, but that wouldn't have been what we felt Walden is about. The key thing in relation to what I've been thinking about is that I understand that we have made a demand on the audience in the form we have used - they have to work to create their own understanding of what it's about, and it seems that quite a lot of people like that. Maybe we should be challenging the audience more than we do?
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Pamela Carter (who is writing Wild Boy) and I have spent the last two weeks taking part in the Edinburgh International Festival and National Theatre of Scotland's joint Summer School. As part of this, we have been seeing lots of theatre (some inspiring, some less so) and meeting other practitioners. For the last three days we have a had an amazing experience taking part in a workshop with Lee Breuer and Maude Mitchell from Mabou Mines. Anyone who saw the extraordinary DollHouse at the Festival two years ago (a production which Lee directed and in which Maude played Nora) will know that they are theatremakers of great vision and skill.
Along with 10 other practitioners (directors and writers), we each presented a piece of work which Lee and Maude then critiqued and discussed. Pamela worked on a scene from her new play (which she will be directing at the Traverse early next year) and I worked on a scene from George Kaufman and Edna Ferber's play Dinner at Eight.
What was wonderful was the care and skill which Lee and Maude brought to the process - respectful, generous and insightful, they were able to help us to look differently at our work. Lee is not only a hugely experienced director with a great practical knowledge of dealing with the stage and text, but also has a deep understanding of the theory and history of theatre. At the end of each shwoing he would immediately come up with two or three nuggets of why some things worked, why some didn't and what needed to be thought about.
All of us came away from the experience with enormous respect for both Maude and Lee and the feeling that we had all learned things that would affect our future work (not always the experience you have at workshops).
On Wednesday we're going to see Peter and Wendy, Lee's adaptation of Peter Pan.
If you want to find out more about Mabou Mines, their website is at http://www.maboumines.org/