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Vanessa and Virginia, the Elizabeth Wright play based on the Susan Sellers novel, will have a three-week run at the Riverside Studios in London from vanessa virginia playMarch 26-April 13.

Moving Stories Limited, producer of the show, will host a range of workshops, talks and events to compliment the run of the show.

The play opened in September 2011 at the Woolf Conference in Aix en Provence and has toured the UK and Europe.

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Shakespeare’s Sister Company, which brings innovative theater to audiences and theater classes to youth — its young company is named the Bloomsbury Group — was named one of the GreatNonProfits this year. The company also produced Season One of the Woolf Series, a play reading series for emerging female writers.

Plans for next year include: 

  • Romeo and Juliet with an all-female cast, set in the roaring 1920s Chicago amid Italian and Irish  gang rivalries
  • Staged reading of featured new work
  • Woolf Series and Puppet Playdates
  • Inaugural Spring Gala in celebration of SSC’s five year anniversary

Formed in 2008, Shakespeare’s Sister Company is a not-for-profit organization dedicated to women in the theater. Its commitment is to produce plays by female authors, as well as William Shakespeare. Its mission is to address global change through the theater, including workshops with the community and educational advancement.

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Last Monday, June 18, The Shakespeare’s Sister Company hosted English playwright Beth Wright’s Vanessa and Virginia, which is based on the eponymous novel written by New York Times best selling author Susan Sellers.

And this photo, provided by Kris Lundberg, shows Shelley Ray reading Vanessa and Marla Yost reading Virginia. For more photos and a highlighted video, visit the company’s Facebook page.

For more information about this summer series of play readings, visit The Shakespeare’s Sister Company website.

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A new stage adaption of The Waves is playing at the Factory Theatre in Toronto, Canada, June 30 through July 11.

The Waves: First Tide is written and directed by Brenley Charkow. The Factory Theatre is located at 125 Bathurst St.

Advance tickets for both matinee and evening performances can be purchased June 15 through the Toronto Fringe Festival online or by calling 416-966- 1062.

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The Waves by Virginia WoolfCritics have praised the New York production of The Waves in its U.S. premiere at the Duke Theatre. And now Woolfians are sharing their impressions as well.

Mark Hussey, author of Virginia Woolf A to Z sent his impressions to the VW Listserv and is also sharing them with us on Blogging Woolf.

Here are Mark’s thoughts:

Leaving aside for a moment the sophisticated video technology, the experience was something like observing a studio from where a radio play was being broadcast: sound effects made ingeniously (a cricket ball striking the willow, a bird startled from cover, children squealing in a bath, a rainy day, footsteps approaching down a long corridor), actors racing from mic to mic holding their scripts. (“Could one not get the waves to be heard all through? Or the farmyard noises? Some odd irrelevant noises,” wrote Woolf in 1929.)

But although what first struck me was the rich aurality of the production, Waves is also an amazing visual experience. Continuously, new scenes form on the screen at the back of the stage, scenes framed by an actor holding a video camera who focuses on, say, Jinny in the Tube, Rhoda stretching her foot to touch the bedrail or failing to cross the puddle, Neville distracted in the restaurant as the door keeps on opening but Percival does not come… in short, the images that might form in a reader’s mind are projected as the narrative proceeds. (And is this what Woolf meant when she referred to marking the past as “scene-making”?)

And only when one looks from that screen to the long table at the front of the stage where the ‘action’ takes place is the ingenuity made clear: Jinny sits on a chair on the table with a piece of red stuff over her lap, a small powder compact open in her hand, and jiggles her legs as she might do involuntarily were she actually riding the Tube. I thought of Between the Acts, where Miss La Trobe knows that a tea-towel wrapped around the head will serve better than more expensive material to convey the impression of majesty, or silver foil will do fine service as a sword. (Now I’m feeling like Mr Streatfield: “… with the limited means at her disposal, the talented lady showed us…”!). So, simply by holding up a rectangle of wallpaper against which another actor stands holding a glass, a populated room appears on the screen.

The actors were able to create scene after scene from the lives of Jinny, Susan, Rhoda, Neville, Bernard, Louis and Percival, pulling props from long metal shelves that ran along each side of the stage.  A piece of perspex and a spray-bottle created the effect of a car windshield through which we could see Jinny on her way to a party.  A small box of dirt strewn with stones, with a foot edging across its boundary then withdrawing, shot in tight focus, became the puddle that Rhoda could not cross.  And so on.

This production is steeped in Woolf’s own thoughts on her “abstract, mystical eyeless book.”  The sound of the sea is heard throughout, and whether we are hearing the thoughts of six separate people or six facets of one mind is (properly) not made clear.

Yet the production swerves away from the novel’s pitiless impersonality, interpolating elements of “Sketch of the Past” in its text as if to anchor it in the biographical that Woolf was at such pains to avoid (“it must not be my childhood,” she wrote, for example). Parts of the interludes are read in a voice that mimics the only extant recording of Woolf’s own voice, plummy and decidedly upper-crust. This suggestion that Woolf is a presence in the text struck a false note for me (“Who thinks it? And am I outside the thinker?”). And it ends on a sentimental note—Neville’s anguished face, agonized at Percival’s death—and denies Bernard his summing up altogether.

Yet Waves is an extraordinary interpretation of The Waves, capturing its aurality and recalling Woolf’s description in “The Narrow Bridge of Art” that the novel of the future “will resemble poetry in this that it will give not only or mainly people’s relations to each other and their activities together, as the novel has hitherto done, but it will give the relation of the mind to general ideas and its soliloquy in solitude.

For under the dominion of the novel we have scrutinized one part of the mind closely and left another unexplored. We have come to forget that a large and important part of life consists in our emotions toward such things as roses and nightingales, the dawn, the sunset, life, death, and fate; we forget that we spend much time sleeping, dreaming, thinking, reading, alone; we are not entirely occupied in personal relations; all our energies are not absorbed in making our livings.”

Waves somehow, for me, displayed on stage the act, the mental process, of reading.

Feel free to share your own impressions of The Waves on stage by adding a comment below.

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