King John is one of Shakespeare’s rarely performed history plays. I was happy to see it for the first time as it is one of the plays that is possible to see for the first time. Some of them are so familiar one doesn’t have to see them to know what they are about – i.e. Hamlet.
Greek memories
The production, at the Patterson Theatre, was unadorned. Chandeliers were the only constant stage setting – a few chairs brought on & off as needed. Costumes defined characters well & the Stratford costume and wig departments never disappoint.
I found the pacing of the first half a little uneven, the second was better. Performances, over-all, were good. Perhaps hitting end lines, rhymes a bit too hard. A few voices lacked projection though they could be heard. I wanted more out of Pat Collins in her exchanges with Seana McKenna.
surrender the pink
Tom McCamus, in the title roll, invested John with a clearly quirky & slightly comic personality but I never felt he was connected to the character. At one point struggling as much with his billowing cape, footwork as he did with his character.
spot it ya got it
I enjoyed Seana as Constance, the grieving mother – her pain was clear and her political aims paled, even to her, as it became clear the cost that would be paid by her son. Also good was Graham Abbey, as Philip. Playful, brave and emotional by turns with an energetic and well thought out performance. Plus he managed to look fetching in bulky breeches.
Plot: betrayals, greeds, even a bit of love – the events carry the subtext which is – everything is a commodity – from morals, faith and in particular loyalty. Highly recommended.
Surrender To The Light
the performer is never just
a member of the audience
maybe a face in the crowd
always aware
that even when not performing
there a gap between doing and witnessing
the performer in the audience
thinks how would I do that
thinks they aren’t appreciative enough
thinks good lighting
nice intonation
rarely thinks what does this piece say to me
this inability to be audience
becomes even acuter
when the performer
knows they have to make an entrance
leave their seat go on the stage
take a place
deliver
for five twenty minutes
whatever
until that point
the listening mind
isn’t really hearing
what the others do
can’t relax
be just an audience member
a mere adulator
sometimes
can’t even remember
afterwards
their own performance
losing all sense of memory
in that surrender to the light
o superman
