Monday, July 13, 2015





Osip Mandelshtam

Amphitheatre Presents

Mandelshtam

by Rafi Aaron

July 1-12, Anshei Minsk Synagogue, 10 St. Andrew Street, Toronto Fringe Frestival, 2015

from Osip Mandelshtam’s ‘The Age’

to look you in the eye,
and weld the vertebrae
of century to century,
with blood? Creating blood
pours out of mortal things:
only the parasitic shudder,
when the new world sings…

And new buds will swell, intact,
the green shoots engage,
but your spine is cracked
my beautiful, pitiful, age.
And grimacing dumbly, you writhe,
look back, feebly, with cruel jaws,
a creature, once supple and lithe,
at the tracks left by your paw
                                               
production photos by Amir Gavriely

Honouring what she refers to as the “Ortho shul” tradition of orthodox synagogues, director Jennifer H. Capraru  has taken a small fringe show and turned it into a complex spectacle of meta-theatrical elements that enchant the eye, warm the heart, and shed light upon the connections between Stalinist tactics and current global concerns around privacy and the rights of the artist.











Nicole Wilson as Nadia Mandelshtam, & Omar Hady as Osip Mandelshtam

In Rafi Aaron’s beautifully poetic play Mandelshtam a very young woman takes centre stage and enchants the audience with her precocity through a brief introductory speech that sets the tone for an hour of delicately drawn scenes that bring the subject to light in a way that reminds spectators of the power that poetry and art in general can wield within a profoundly troubled state. The audience is immediately engaged by the introductory claim that there will be no direct physical contact between men and women during the play. Although this may initially strike some as unsettling and cumbersome, it quickly becomes, in the hands of a skilled director, a powerful aspect of a play honoring both history and human intimacy. One is reminded of Anna Deveare-Smith’s transcribed/performed testimonies from Fires In the Mirror as an example of the ways in which particular orthodox Jewish traditions can be adapted in order to make the experience even more dramatic and enlightening.

Simple puppets behind a backlit screen – touching and yet not actually touching - a fragile string of lights passed between a man and a woman, and a final circle of light on a floor inscribed with poetry along the circumference, give the overall mise en scene an almost childlike quality that allows the actors to take full power over the word - and to play with those words in brilliant and moving tableaus.
                             Bruce Beaton as Aleksandr, with Omar Hady

Capraru and Aaron have been blessed with a cast who grasp all of the nuances of the poetic script and the essential physicality of the director’s interpretation. Bruce Beaton, as the poet’s friend and colleague Aleksandr, exemplifies this as he skillfully interprets long poetic sentences in a sometimes clipped, sometimes drawn out rhythm that allows the words, like poetry, to wash over us without losing any of the meaning or intensity. He gives contemporary, poetically inflected dialogue a sense of naturalistically rendered Shakespearean tones that simultaneously sooth, inform and dramatize. The other performers match his skill for subtle renditions of complex, at times metaphoric turns. The entire ensemble excels as they execute dance-like gestures that move them in and out of the simple circular playing space located in the basement of Anshei Minsk Synagogue in the heart of Kensington Market.

Nicole Wilson as Nadia Mandelshtam portrays the poet’s wife and comrade with an emotional honesty that attests to the actual character’s drive to memorize her husband’s work in the face of destructive politically charged censorship. Pieces of paper move about the stage in a resonant manner as one is constantly reminded that particular waves of history can drown the artist’s words if there are no witnesses who can take those words and move them into future generations of spectators and practitioners. Tatjana Corniq as fellow poet Anna Akhmatova brings further power to the overall theme of protecting the poet’s work and life, and has an especially powerful scene as she seamlessly self-accompanies on the accordion - circling the playing space as she delicately recites a tribute to Mandelshtam’s work through the playwright’s beautifully rendered narrative gaze that reveals Nadia Mandelshtam attempts to piece together Osip’s fraught legacy.
Tatjana Corniq as Anna Akhmatova, with Omar Hady

Osip Mandelshtam, played by Omar Hady, is brought to life with physical agility and poetic exuberance. Hady never misses a beat in a relentless and moving tribute to the artist’s belief in how personal politics often become integral to the poem. His physicality and his fervor are matched by two performers who must constantly remind him of everything that is at stake, giving the overall script a timeless quality regarding the powerful position of women within major political struggles.

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My seat at the corner of a circle, beside a frequently illuminated puppet screen, gave me a very special and enlightening perspective. I could see the stage manager manipulate the puppets while the back stage actor sat in a chair and recited the puppet lines. Capraru added the puppets to the show, as well as the simple inventive string of lights that added intimacy without breaking the Ortho shul tradition. These touches gave the script added and highly effective layers of theatricality. As a single audience member unintentionally allowed to watch the mechanics of this approach, I felt the script come alive in complicated ways that could be developed in a larger production. Further use of dance like movement, evocative back lighting for the puppetry, and simple lighting gestures throughout, coupled with elements of the exposed back stage goings on could move this hour long show into a full length inter-disciplinary piece highlighting many art forms as connective tissue to the primary art of the poet that inhabits the script.  

More of Mandelshtam’s actual poetry, interspersed with work from Akhmatova, could flesh out the poetic plot lines. And the life of the poet did seem at times overly condensed to fit the hour long requirements of the fringe festival. And yet sixty minutes, in the hands of a sensitive playwright attuned to the arduous journey of his subject, mixed with the insights of a brilliant director who knows how to make poetic dialogue come alive through physicality and direct, simple stage business, rendered this tribute to a highly gifted and highly politicized poet a very special moment that reveals the power of theatre and the power of words.   
                                                                                                                         

for more information on the life & work of Osip Mandelshtam go to: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/osip-mandelstam

for informaiton on the work of Rafi Aaron go to: http://www.rafiaaron.com/

Thursday, June 4, 2015

FORNÉS x 2        
THE IMPRESSIVE & THE UNIMPRESSED

…But as evidenced by the unimpressed faces I see when I look down from the mezzanine or linger in the lobbies after a show, too much of our theatre has forgotten this. In its desire to be well-made, vetted and marketable, much of English-language theatre has forgotten about this fundamental invitation. Out theatre has forgotten to let us in.
                                                    
 Jordan Tannahill – Theatre of the Unimpressed

I’m not big on interactive theatre. Especially when I’m napping. But I will make an exception for the current production of two Maria Irene Fornés plays being presented in a freezer bag of a space in a basement in Kensington Market. It’s not that it’s cold in there. But the lush silvery walls do look like the upholstered inside of something I put one small salad and four bottles of wine in when I go on a picnic, alone. Maybe some jello vodka and tequila shots for dessert.

Bad theatre does not put me to sleep. Exhaustion does. I dozed off once, in the seventies, possibly the eighties, sitting in the front row, during a lovely little production of Hamlet, starring RH Thomson. I think he was playing Ophelia. Perhaps not? I mentioned it to him during a chance meeting on the subway after his performance in Tom Stoppard's The Real Thing, and he scowled lightly and said “Oh, that was you.” I think Tom would have approved.
Michelle Latimer & Hardee T. Lineham in The Successful Life of 3 - productions photos by Troy Hourie













I really don’t mind when audience members slumber lightly in a play I’m in. Sometimes they are doing us both a really big favor. It may in fact be a hallmark of what young’ish theatre maverick Jordan Tannahill calls the Theatre of the Unimpressed. From my first reading of his brilliant essay/novella, I have come to the conclusion that a sleeping pill could very well be the antidote for  tedious theatricks. But there is no room for tedium in Theatre Asylum’s wonderful mounting of two short'ish plays by the radically inspired Cuban/American playwright of the 1960’s and onward.
l-r - Jamie Robinson, Hardee T. Lineham, and Michelle Latimer in Mud
Maria Irene Fornés has a incredible skill for cutting right to the bone in sharp, uncluttered dialogue that speaks its mind directly and with a visceral air that allows theatre interpreters to give the overall mise en scene as intense an atmosphere as they fancy. Clearly, this is what Theatre Asylum fancies and they have successfully tickled mine - fancy that is.

                The Successful Life of 3

In the first 27 minute offering comprising the first third of the evening the metallic walled atmosphere floundered only a little due to the placement of the actors as they are  butted somewhat awkwardly between three sections of audience in a long narrow space without enough bells and whistles to distract us from the precarious view. But the arrangement of a couch or two in one area is a pleasing and welcoming touch. Luckily I was not sitting on one or I might have sprawled out and never regained consciousness when Hardee T. Lineham spoke to me briefly, in character. True to my own pleasantly irate character I tried to politely mask my sleepishness and get on with the show (my apologies to Hardee and anyone else who even cared to notice).

The performances in The Successful Life of 3 are immaculate comic/animated portraits drawn from a kind of vaudeville skit’ish format. Two men and a woman appear to be indulging in, battling against, and making merry among forms of misogyny used in sketch comedy from yesteryear, and they succeed brilliantly in the hands of an ensemble who understands the demands of one dimensional characters bringing to life the demands of a three-way abusive human interaction. But the setting needs a little more vaudevillian inspired houp-la, exaggerated big prop presence, what have you, to drive the parodic point home. The Nurse’s uniform and the over-sized breasts were effective but need a little more support.

A prolonged intermission runs the risk of losing some of the audience after a short play that cannot – and need not - prepare one for the intensity and depth of the second offering of the evening. But The Successful Life of 3 does have plenty of engaging moments that may have fared better had they been electrified by an immersive environment as compelling as the final part of the evening. Even just a couple of giant bloodied pinwheels and a sequined guillotine might have enlivened the atmosphere. But for the most part, the over-stuffed medical uniform, the lascivious dialogue, and the breakneck vaudeville pacing bounced along with an abjectifying agility that gave everyone a light comic taste of what was in store in the second half of the evening.

                     Mud


With the same brilliant triumvirate of actors Mud presented a strangely similar narrative of three way romantic mayhem but with a decidedly more gritty realistic style. The beautifully rendered set, with projections by Troy Hourie, depicts a kind of graceful faded kitchen drama about to pale and crumble. Incredible lighting changes throughout by Sandra Marcroft are perfectly attuned to scenes that lighten then darken the action at appropriate moments, ultimately restoring each narrative movement, after the end of a scene, to its former domestic non glory.

Layered direction by Jennifer H. Capraru, with monumentally mind-blowing freezes at the end of each dramatic portion, punctuates the plot with an effective reminder of the violent dysfunction at hand as it relentlessly implodes from start to finish. Michelle Latimer as Mae gives a passionate and impeccable performance in a role that could easily become an over emotive train wreck at the mercy of a less nuanced study in frustration, romantic/material longing, desperation, and a need to escape a claustrophobic male centered equation. With a smouldering intensity Latimer pulls us into what the program notes describe as “a female-centric love triangle…[conveying] themes of masculine rivalry, sex, and the power that come with it.” Hardee T. Lineham as Henry portrays the love-twisted victimizer and victimized with incredible power, diverse vocal characterization and sheer physical bravado. Jamie Robinson’s Lloyd is a beautiful study in simple minded power mongering, dubiously sexy machismo, some deliciously teasing décolletage by costume designer Snezana Pesic, and a seemingly brainless approach to the people that surround him. As a sixty minute tour de force of roller coastering proportions, Mud speaks of primordial lust and a threateningly conjugal bliss that can never be fully attained within the confines of emotional and material poverty where romantic escape and needy scapegoating become the order of the day.

Theatre Asylum’s overall evening of Fornés’ brilliant work is a breath of fresh air in a freezer bag space that promises to impress the unimpressable, and wake us from our exhausted stupor into a world of startling "vital" *  theatre that reminds us that the best productions are the ones that take harrowing tired old stories and turn them into harrowing fresh new takes on the interminably inhuman condition. Unlike the unimpressive mind numbing theatre many lament in this day and age, Theatre Asylum, in its current production of Fornés X 2, achieves a startling, engaging and powerful rendition of two works by a truly great international playwright whose long career and artistic output is done great justice by this impressive offering.

And once again, so sorry I napped for a second or two in act one. They do not put the ‘tired’ into tired old queen for no good reason at all… Thank you and good night…

* the subtitle of Theatre of the Unimpressed is 'In Search Of Vital Drama'


running until June 14th at 213 Augusta Avenue, 8PM. www.theatreasylum.com 



Mud

The Successful Life of 3

Monday, April 6, 2015

TOM AT THE FARM - BUDDIES IN BAD TIMES THEATRE - PREVIEW - ALL INFORMATON & WRITTEN MATERIAL USED (BELOW) WITH PERMISSION, FROM BUDDIES IN BAD TIMES THEATRE WEBSITE AND PRESS RELEASES


MICHEL MARC BOUCHARD’S DARK MASTERPIECE COMES TO THE BUDDIES STAGE

Buddies in Bad Times Theatre presents
TOM AT THE FARM
written by Michel Marc Bouchard

April 11- May 10, 2015 | BUDDIESINBADTIMES.COM

When Tom travels to the country for his lover’s funeral, he is seduced into a family’s savage game of desire, secrets, and fantasy. Unable to reveal his true relationship with the deceased Tom is caught between comforting his lover’s distraught mother and appeasing his violent brother. In their grief and frustration Tom discovers an elaborately woven fantasy life created to cope with the darkness of their family history. As he is drawn deeper into their dysfunctional torment, the lines between truth and fiction becomeindistinguishable and lust and brutality merge.

Written by prominent French Canadian author Michel Marc Bouchard and directed by the Shaw Festival’s Eda Holmes, Tom at the Farm is a momentous occasion in the 2015 Toronto theatre season. Its artistic team is completed by venerated performers Christine Horne (Dora Award Winner, Best Performance, The Turn of the Screw), Jeff Irving(Shaw Festival), and Jeff Lillico (Stratford & Shaw Festivals). The production is enrichedwith set design by Camellia Koo, costume design by Michael Gianfrancesco, lighting design Rebecca Picherack and sound design by John Gzowski.

This monumental production will mark the Tom at the Farm’s English Canadian premiere. It has been presented in the original French in both Quebec and France, translated intoseven different languages, and was recently adapted for the screen to much critical-acclaim by Quebecois director Xavier Dolan. A major French Canadian work, this gripping psychological thriller takes on new significance at Buddies, the world’s largest queer theatre.
   A MASTERFUL EXPLORATION OF LOSS AND LONGING

A thrilling landmark for Buddies in Bad Time Theatre, this production brings Michel Marc Bouchard’s work to the Buddies stage for the first time.

Written by one of the country’s most distinct theatrical voices, Tom at the Farm offers a haunting portrait of grief. Set amid the starkness of rural Ontario, the farm’s inextricable connection with life and death is juxtaposed by social discrimination and deception.Bouchard’s darkly visceral script expertly teases apart multiple layers of half-truths and imagined histories in a twisted cat and mouse game between Tom and his lover’s brother.

Their enigmatic relationship uncovers the overlap between lust and violence, grief and desire to reveal our darkest human impulses. At the vanguard of cultural conversation,Buddies is honoured to share this exhilarating exploration of shame and deceit withToronto theatre audiences.

ESTEEMED FRENCH CANADIAN PLAYWRIGHT SHARES HIS WORK WITH TORONTO AUDIENCES

Michel Marc Bouchard is the author of over twenty acclaimed works that have been produced the world over. 
His bold and visionary works have been staged internationally and have garnered many awards including the National Arts Centre Award, Betty Mitchell Award, Prix du Journal de Montréal, Primo Candoni (Italy), and SACD (France). Much of his work has been adapted for film, including his Dora and Chalmers Award winning play Lilies, by Toronto-based filmmaker John Greyson. He received four nominations for the Governor General’s Award for literature, including one for Christina, The Girl King, which just received a three month run at the Stratford Festival last fall. A much sought-after playwright, Bouchard’s most recent work, The Divine: A Play for Sarah Bernhardt, has its world premiere at the Shaw Festival in July.
Bouchard has been writer-in-residence at Théâtre de Quat’Sous and Théâtre du Nouveau Monde in Montréal, New Dramatists in New York, the Banff Centre for the Arts (Alberta), the Festival de Limoges (France), Teatro della Limonaia (Florence) and Teatro d’Argot (Rome). He is an Officer of the Order of Canada and Knight of the National Order of Quebec.
Buddies in Bad Times Theatre presents
Tom At The Farm
by Michel Marc Bouchardtranslation by Linda Gaboriau
directed by Eda Holmesstarring Christine Horne, Jeff Irving, & Jeff Lillico set design Camellia Koocostume design Michael Gianfrancesco
lighting design Rebecca Picherack
sound design John Gzowski
Previews: April 11, 12, 14, & 15
Opening Night: April 16 | Closing Night: May 10
Runs: Tues-Sat 8pm, Sun 2:30pm
Tickets: $20 - $25 until April 10 | Regular Price: PWYC - $37
Box Office 416-975-8555 or buddiesinbadtimes.com
Buddies in Bad Times Theatre, 12 Alexander Street, Toronto ON

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Established in 1979, Buddies in Bad Times Theatre is Toronto’s leading destination for artistically-rigorous, alternative theatre and a world leader in developing queer voices and stories for the stage. Over the course of its history, it has evolved into the largest facility-based queer theatre company in the world and has made an unparalleled contribution to the recognition and acceptance of queer lives in Canada.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

DANCEWORKS AT HARBOURFRONT - NEXT STEPS - SYLVAIN EMARD


Sylvain Émard Danse

Ce n’est pas la fin du monde 
(It’s not the end of the world)
   

Imagine snippets of Agnes de Mille’s Rodeo, meets the gang in West Side Story, meets an episode of the current HBO series Looking on a stormy night in an unspecified locale - replete with an original score by Martin Tetreault, powerfully eclectic choreography by Sylvain Emard, and ready to wear butch/casual costumes by Denis Lavoie. 

The current Danceworks offering, as part of the Harbourfront Next Steps series, is a sixty minute tour de force giving spectators seven male dancers on a stark, beautifully lit stage (lighting by Andre Rioux) as they explore varied movement and layered camaraderie with full and furious abandon, elegant finesse, and sprigs of titillating tease.    
There is a moment near the beginning of the piece when a perhaps unconsciously citational choreographic gesture references a brief moment of equine movement as the septet of casually dressed men gallop across the stage in a line that is at once humourous, celebratory, and hilariously horsey. This fleeting segment re-occurs in varied form as moments of pure whimsy and physical play surface in the midst of other less referential acts that excel with absolute precision, skill, and narrative gravitas. 
There are complex solo, dual, and group turns that defy the gravity of limbs through an array of beautifully enigmatic flexibility. One dancer takes centre stage at one point, in a gorgeous block of glaring light, gesticulating his way in and out of forceful fanciful moving vignettes of physical prowess - ultimately taking him out of the light, and yet somehow retaining the illuminating qualities he has just shared within this box of breathtaking agility and nuance. We follow his body into the shadows while light still stands as the former site of his absorbing presence.

And when these seven men come together in a line, fleeing in unison toward the edge of the stage from a series of complex couplings, they do so with such  convincing choreographic acumen, speed, and commitment that their relationships defy specific definitional import. But the intimation of same sex coupling is still there, and becomes, within a split second of physical connection - the movement of one arm or the twist and turn of a leg toward a partners masculine connective muscle and tissue - a magical and everyday realm of male bonding that resists any specific form of sexuality. Like run-on sentences, they never end, making simultaneous sense and 'non' sense in a single choreographic clause.
The deceptively absorbing choice of casual clothing by Denis Lavoie, at times colourful and evocative - and only slightly distracting - emerges as legs and torsos are draped in the non defining lines of somewhat loose shirts and relatively shapeless trousers. This allows body parts to fade subtly into disheveled shrouds of non sinewy, body moulding raiment. One may long for tightly defined contours that move with titillating force through the soundscape and the diverse choreography. And yet, ultimately, Lavoie's somewhat 'fashion'less' choice highlights the ordinary aspect of a masculine ensemble arranged in unselfconscious daywear, giving them the opportunity  to simply breathe life into what Danceworks curator Mimi Beck (program note) refers to as a “focus on seven male dancers navigating a world of unremitting demands.” 

Facing themselves, each other, and their audience with “total commitment, immense power, and absolute grace [through] frantic gestures, heartfelt solos, and supportive partnering” (program) renders the overall experience a brilliant and engaging hour of provocative and compelling dance that, like its title, re-assures the viewer over and over again, with compelingly gendered prowess, that this is not the end of the world. 
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"Québec’s award-winning choreographer, Sylvain Émard of Sylvain Émard Danse, brings the critically acclaimed Ce n’est pas la fin du monde (It’s not the end of the world) featuring seven male dancers in a ritual of resistance and adaptation to the passing of time. Driven by doubt and a lust for life, they are searching for their place, sketching the contours of multiple identities. Carried away by their instincts and the power of the group, their only language is subtle, energetic movement, the music of bodies electrified by a shared feeling of urgency. Dance seems to be the best means of coming to terms with the world and of being transformed, the better to blend in. Says Émard 'If, as Madame de Staël wrote, ‘the pagans have deified life’, then this is pagan dance.' "  http://www.harbourfrontcentre.com/nextsteps/danceworks-3/

DanceWorks presents Sylvain Émard Danse’s
Ce n’est pas la fin du monde
as part of Harbourfront Centre’s NextSteps
Choreographed by Sylvain Émard

 Saturday, February 28, 2015 at 8pm

Harbourfront Centre’s Fleck Dance Theatre, 207 Queens Quay West, Toronto, ON M5J 1A7
 Tickets: $28 - $37 Adult; $15 CultureBreak (under 25); Discounts for seniors, students and groups.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

let me count the ways...
How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.
sonnett XLIII 
from Sonnets from the Portuguese
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning




In a world of spoken word, performance poetry, storytelling, slam poetry, hip hop, rap and countless other literary and musical genres that take the alphabet and turn it into something simultaneously visceral, elegant, and glorious, we sometimes lose the sense of poetry from other eras as something that was always meant to be heard and performed - even if that act of aural performance is an event we only experience in our heads.

The current Canadian Rep Theatre production of Florence Gibson MacDonald's How do I love thee? - at the Berkeley Street Theatre Upstairs - provides audiences with a wonderful aural and visual experience as two infamous poet/lovers are brought to the stage to recite their lives in beautiful dialogue and haunting verse.

When Irene Poole, as Elizabeth Barrett Browning recites How do I love thee, she delivers it with such simplicity and grace that it moves beyond the measured sonnet form and into a kind of eloquent,  passionate, and insular conversation with her lover and her audience. Joined by a remarkable ensemble, with Matthew Edison as Robert Browning, Nora McLellan as Wilson, and David Schurmann as John, this brilliant quartet assemble a beautiful 'spoken-word' play that chronicles the troubled lives of these famous English poets.
Barrett Browning was the first woman to be nominated for the position of poet laureate in England and lost out to Tennyson. But her work lives on with as much power and magnitude as any of the Victorian poets we still cherish today. Other aspects of Brownings life are examined as we discover her interest in genderless culture when she speaks of her young sons hair and clothing, defnding the child's appearance against his fathers wishes to see him dressed more like a boy.

On a 'higher' note, Elizabeth's dependence on drugs such as laudanum and morphine become a discourse around the timeworn notion that artists need inspriation in whatever way they can ifnd it - and when they find it in mood enhancing substance does that become a thwarted sense of their true identity as people and as poets? Florence Gibson MacDonald gives no easy answers as she captures the volatile and profound romantic bond between the couple during their time in Italy in the mid 1800's. In How do I love thee? all poetic writing, however fictional, becomes, in part, a version of the struggles felt by the poets in their daily lives.

Nora McLellan as Barrett Brownings servant brings a strong, biting, and engaing subservience to the role of Wilson - all the time making one wonder how this intense level of devotion found its way to a poet's work that she claimed to barely understand - but she defended her mistresses poetry to the death.

David Schurmann's understated performance as John culminates in a very subtle and moving expression of same sex desire that moves the overall piece into contemporary thought around the taboos surrounding platonic devotion and romantic inter-generational love. 

Sets by Shawn Kerwin produce a grand meta-theatrical tone at the outset - with vertical sections of beautiful  flowing trunk-like forms, fashioned from shaped fabric from floor to ceiling - providing separate playing spaces for the action to dramatically unfold within. Orignal music and sound design by Wayne Kelso punctuates and enhances the succession of scenes, giving the events a nostalgic cinematic tone that moves the players through time and space with elegance, majesty, and intrigue.

It is no small feat to take romantic poetry from another era and put it on stage in an effective and theatrical manner. Ken Gass has directed his cast with bold strokes and daring declamatory poses that take some getting used to in act one, but - for the most part - are carried out beautifully throughout as Matthew Edison and Irene Poole give us a glimpse of what it might have been like to be - respectively (and in no particlulr order) - high, in love, in conflict, and able to write poetry whenever the spirit moved you in the bright Italian sun during difficult social and poltical times. 

SCRIPT AVAILABLE FROM PLAYWRIGHTS CANADA PRESS

Barrett Browning's polticial leanings are also highlighted throughout, to the distress of her frequently grumpy and economically concerned life partner Robert. Lizzie's drugs were expensive! But she rises above her dependencies, carves out a career of her own, and gives the female agency of the play a dominant positon as she grapples with the male power structures that may have steered the times, but did not survive wihtout the passion, the profound social innovation, artistic output, and creative genius of Elizabeth Barrett Browning herself.

HOW DO I LOVE THEE 
RUNS AT THE BERKELEY STREET THEATRE UPSTAIRS 
UNTIL FEBRUARY 22ND