I can claim zero credit for what Josh says below, beyond cutting and pasting it with permission from his Facebook page, and maybe suggesting the title. While many of us have sat stuck in these ever warming waters of theatrical ineffectuality, Josh has been living his life, raising his family, working his jobs. The essay describes his experiences jumping briefly back into our pond.
Clybourne Park is the first equity house (non Christmas) production I can remember seeing in at least 10 years. Maybe 15. That was a big part of what pushed me from "That play sounds interesting," to actually being willing to shell out $116 for two tickets (more on that later). I was not only interested in what the play had to say, I was very interested in what the experience of an evening of theater had to say. The world has changed so much on so many fronts over the past 10 to 15 years, I felt like I had a unique opportunity to see how theater had evolved over the same period of time, having very few intervening reference points to color my thinking.
You may have an idea where this going.
But before we get there, one of the striking things about the experience was that the most memorable line did not come from the play, it came from the preshow ask, delivered by a board member. I believe he said something like, "As you probably don't know, the price of your ticket only covers about half of the cost of production."
Really? In the 10+ years since I've been to a show has the Rep really done such a poor job of educating its patrons on this issue? Are there any regular Seattle arts patrons who don't know this? I am the opposite of a regular, and I knew it. "For those who may not know…" or something that didn't insult the intelligence of what I imagine to be a big chunk of the audience would have made a surprisingly big difference. To me anyway.
Even more memorable was the impression, having shelled out over $100 for my tickets, that the Rep was trying to make me feel -- even before having seen the show -- like I had received what I should regard as a temporary discount. I found that off-putting. There seemed to be very little appreciation for the fact that we had already given them our money, and a lot of appreciation for the fact that, "little did I know," I had actually come up a little short in their eyes.
OK, so now that I've been made to feel like I'm not doing enough to support the arts (even though every dollar is "meaningful"), on with the show!
The production was serviceable. The playwriting was really not as good as I had hoped, nor was the direction, which seemed to be trying (but failed) to make a lot of the dialogue come across as Aaron Sorkin-esque line-chopping rapid-fire banter. The acting was good enough.
But what's the word to encapsulate the experience, the energy in the room, the aftertaste? "Quaint" seems to be the most persistent answer. As the play unfolded I found myself amazed at how little things had changed since I last saw an Equity house production, and I have been pondering that ever since. When I think about what the world was like in 1998 and where we are now, how so many industries, and governments, and lives have been transformed in that time, the experience of going to the theater seemed to have stood still. The production I saw was certainly no worse than any quality production I could have seen years ago. But much more important (and surprising), it was absolutely not a single bit better. And suddenly it occurred to me, could this be at the heart of theater's "decline" (LORT theaters anyway)?
I was expecting some progress, some innovation, some sign that what the Rep and similar establishments offer does in fact track the change/progress going on in the real world. Certainly the subject matter of the play was "relevant" and "topical" to a degree, and it was connected to a famous play and film in an ostensibly interesting way. But the actual production itself, including the means by which it was staged, struck me as really no different from anything I have ever seen on any stage anywhere. And that surprised me. I was not expecting virtual reality goggles, but I realized as it was happening (or not happening) that I was expecting something. I understand there are limitations on what can change about a play and still have it be a play, but I was stunned to feel like I had stepped out of a time machine.
Thus, my Colonial Williamsburg comment. Was this really creativity? Or was it about recreating a notional idea of theater. Playing the experience out into the future, I can imagine some day that the experience of going to a play at an Equity house could become more and more like attending a concert of Baroque music on the original instruments. Quaint. A bit odd. And -- no offense to anyone who has mastered the sackbut -- just as relevant to the human condition.
I imagine in the days of O'Neill and Williams and Miller and Shaw and Coward and even Neil Simon for God's sake, that theater thrived because it was one of the places people went to see something cool, something current. It wasn't a place where ideas were rehashed -- be they about politics, society, design, lighting, or acting -- it was a place where they were born.
Unfortunately, I find I don't have many answers, just questions. Where is the surprise, the creativity, the unexpected, the brilliance? If there isn’t some in every element of the show, why should anyone bother? I see you and like-minded folks trying that with This Not Just In. I can think of exceptions to a lot of my ranting, but dare I say most of them are from the fringe element in Seattle, where the quality index is a lot more volatile, but it also doesn't cost as much to get in the game. There are people who are trying to create theater they wouldn't have seen 15 years ago, certainly, but the impression I have is that isn't what gets a lot of established theater people out of bed in the morning, and that baffles me. Maybe it shouldn't, but I'm glad it does.
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