- 3. 2. 7. 3. 14. 8.
Because words cannot describe what it felt to be a member of the audience during the play, I can only convey what little sense the play made through those numbers.
However, like the play, there is a meaning behind them, no matter how absurd. In the firstย 10ย minutes of the play, weโve been introduced toย 3ย main actors who each play at leastย 2ย roles despite the fact that there areย 7 people dressed in floral outfits offering ___ (insert whatever English literary term you think describes what happened) asides while dancing to the music ofย 3ย people who were also in floral dresses. Andย 14?ย Thatโs the number of claps and obnoxiously loud drum beats it took to wake up theย 8ย people who were sleeping in the front row.
I could just end it here, but likeย The Room,ย thereโs a certain satisfaction I get with sticking through until the end. A flop with passion, nonetheless, is still a better source of entertainment than a high priced blockbuster. And I wish I could label this play as one of the two, but it just ended up being the equivalent ofย Battlefield Earthย with Andie MacDowellโs rain scene fromย Four Weddings and a Funeralย as reinforcement.
I donโt even want to get down to the basics as to why I now ponder what I could have done with that hour and 28 minutes. I could have watched a large portion of Nicolas Cageโs version ofย The Wicker Man,ย and that would have still been more exciting than this play. I could watch the middle ofย Caligulaย on a loop four times and still gotten more joy out of that than this play. (Well thatโs another story thatโs a bit too taboo to talk about). Nonetheless, those 88 minutes would have given me a longer life span than Kevin Spacey in Outbreak,ย and between the two, I would pick dying of some ebola-like disease over this play.
And now the actual play. โIphigenia in Aulis,โ a play by Euripides, is done no justice in this adaptation. I have no idea what โtransadaptorโ Anne Washburn (whose previous work has included the play โThe Communist Dracula Pageantโ) was thinking, but I did not enjoy sitting through five minutes of dialogue in between twenty minute long songs between the seven people dressed in floral outfitsโand more about them later. In a note passed around with our tickets, Washburn wrote, โIโm calling this a transadaptation because I donโt read Ancient Greek.โ
Yeah, well no kidding.
You know that scene inย Julius Caesarย when Cassius asks Casca what Cicero said, and Casca responds with the infamous line, โIt was Greek to meโ because the irony was that Cicero was speaking Greek and that Casca is this uneducated fool who doesnโt understand what mob psychology is and so the line became famous because itโs really funny considering the context but also because it means to not know something that usually a lot of people understand? *Breathes* You know what I mean?
Thatโs what this play was trying to do. Iโm not saying it was trying to reinventโwait, no, actually I am. The play wasย rewritten with the hope in mind that someone would be so taken aback with its style that it would become a world famous example of a new kind of play entertainment. It was written as a dare, I would say. Someone probably asked Washburn could she get away with taking an ancient Greek text and adding tribal music and obscure references and make it into a masterpiece. And sadly, it brought down one good actress with it.
The play, now premiering as part of the Greek Festival series at the Classic Stage Company on 13th Street, starred Rob Campbell as Achilles and Agamemnon; Amber Gray as Clytemnestra and Menelaus; and Kristen Sieh as Iphigenia, a messenger, and an old man. Now I know what youโre thinking, because itโs been three days and I still canโt get over it: when you have seven people on the ground singing about the play, and you have three actors playing every role, why donโt you take a singer and make them the messenger, who has three lines? While having actors play multiple characters was custom to ancient Greek times, a role as small as the messenger could have been played by one of the singers. Alas, logic is the last thing youโll find at this play, and itโs unfortunate that Amber Gray, the only person who had any talent on stage, will be tainted with this terrible mark on her resume.
Imagine William H. Macy and Willem Dafoe morphed together, and that product has a problem with using his middle finger. That perfectly describes Campbell, the over actor of the play who takes it a bit too seriously. Not to mention that every single time he points, he uses his middle finger. Now thatโs just unsettling to see: itโs the whole reason George overreacts inย Seinfeld.ย Campbell, whose previous works have somehow included the playย Macbethย and filmย Unforgiven, plays Agamemnon as someone trying to do a Sean Connery expression while suffering from an epileptic seizure. The way the stage is set up, there is one spotlight directly over his body, meaning that every time his Scottish to British to Aussie drawl would open up for a new line, he would spit buckets of saliva into the air, akin to a person training their cat with a spray bottle. With a splash zone as large as the Blue Man Groupโs, stand back twenty feet if you want to see his guy in a play. Maybe his saliva wonโt hit you, but his preposterous overacting will.
Remember the 2006ย Superman Returnsย and how much Kevin Spacey overacted in that movie? But it was still fun to watch because, hell, Spacey was enjoying himself and it was entertaining. Well this guy just overacts, along with Sieh. First, tell me why Achilles has this transplant New York accent going on. First off, as a native New Yorker, if itโs something we hate more than gentrification, itโs transplants trying to pretend theyโre New Yorkers. And C), Achilles was a Greek soldier in ancient Greek texts, and itโs duly noted that Campbellโs entire performance (at least as Achilles) was based off of Brad Pitt inย Burn After Readingย ย er uh cough umย Troy.ย This, added on by the fact that Sieh was overly under acting (to her defense, when thereโs a guy on stage yelling at you for hours, youโd probably get tired quickly), gave the play exactly what it needed: an obscenely rude amount of time to cover up. Thank goodness there was no intermission or else everyone would have walked out.
The only good characteristic of the play is Gray. Sheโs down to earth, she plays the characters as they need to be, she cries when she has to, sheโs strong when it calls for her to do so. Sheโs the only normal one of the cast, providing just the right amount of reaction to actually make the play somewhat enjoyableโat least when sheโs on stage. However, the true peeve of the show were the dancers. Iโm a fan of Baz Luhrmann, I like how he combines new modern music into films that are of another era. I would be giving this play too much credit if I say thatโs what the dancers were supposed to emulate. But donโt get me wrong, the music was well produced and I was more preoccupied with the well timed drum beats and cello solos than I was with the cast itself. The problem wasnโt even the music, it was that at times they were characters in the play, sometimes breaking the fourth wall, and sometimes being directly referred to by Achilles. In ancient Greece, the chorus played the role of responding to the drama onstage to better excite the audience, but never were they part of the play itself. Whatโs the point of offering commentary if the main character can hear you too?
If you really, really, really want to go see a play that wonโt even let you have a good sleep, then go watch this play. If not, save the $20 and 88 minutes, and go next door to Whole Foods to wait in that long line and spend your ticket money on a can of organic tuna.