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Macbeth
Northwest Classical Theater Company
Posted by Frenchglen May 12, 2007; closes June 3, 2007
Solid rendering of the Scottish play. Lady Macbeth a chilling blood red, all desire and ambition run wild. Mac himself a little too handsome for true evil, but still holds darkening second half together, especially after the gloves “come on”. Beautiful, unearthly poetry of weird sisters partly lost beneath shrieking.
Macbeth at the NWCTC
May 9th, 2007 by John Murphy
Full of Sound and Fury
Portland, Oregon’s Northwest Classical Theater Company (NWCTC) is currently offering a dramatic, dynamic staging of Shakespeare’s classic horror show, Macbeth, at the Shoe Box Theater. This modern-dress production emphasizes the “sound and fury” of the Scottish Play, serving up an audience-pleasing assortment of sex, swordfights, strobe lights, murder, witchcraft, and lopped-off heads. Audiences today aren’t that much different from our groundling brethren 400 years back: we like our sex and violence, and we like lots of it.
Brian Allard, the director, notes in the program: “Shakespeare sure knew how to put on a show.” So does Allard. As soon as Lady Macbeth enters stage right wearing peak-a-boo negligee, you know this is not your sainted aunt’s Shakespeare. But it’s not a cleverer-than-thou postmodern treatment, either—all the violence and viscera, drama and angst, witches and black magic can be found smack dab in the first folio. This is just the PG-13 version.
Though this was my first NWCTC experience, Macbeth showcases what seems to be the ethos of the company: to make classical theater come alive. The Shoe Box Theater is appropriately named—the space is almost claustrophobically intimate—and the actors work what could be a handicap to their advantage by incorporating the audience rather than ignoring them. (Theater-goers are even offered complementary cheese & crackers during the play’s banquet scene). During moments of introspection, certain characters engage the audience directly, as if we’d become conspirators as well as confidantes, briefly granted access to minds very seriously diseased. In a play as macabre and psychologically intense as Macbeth, a smaller, stripped-down space can feel appropriate to the No Exit-like atmosphere of the play, creating a palpable sense of existential dread.
Despite the limited space, many of the scenes are inventively staged, with priority given to physicality and drama over intellectual or abstract concepts. (The company’s motto is, accordingly, “Content over Concept!”) The reading of Lady Macbeth’s incantation, “Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here…” takes the Bard at his word: Lady M is conjuring unfriendly spirits to aid in her diabolical quest for the crown. She chalks a circle-inscribed pentagram by flickering candlelight as she intones the chilling words: “Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers…” The effect is visceral, unnerving. An inspired moment arrives later, when Macbeth echoes his wife’s incantation with his own revised version : “Come, seeling night, scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day…” and Allard suggests that Macbeth and his Lady have effectively switched roles: he’s the possessed one now, even as Lady M’s sanity grows increasingly brittle.
I remember Allison Anderson as a member of our beloved Tygres Heart Shakespeare company—she was an excellent Ophelia in that company’s masterful staging of Hamlet many years ago (ah, in that gorgeous blood-red Winningstad theater). Here she hardly plays an “unsexed” Lady Macbeth; she’s a far sight oversexed in fact, as much turned-on by the sight of her hubby lathered in Duncan’s blood as turned-off. Anderson’s Lady M is a film noir femme fatale, using her sexuality like a weapon to threaten, disarm, and manipulate her smitten husband. Watching this production, I was reminded of Harold Bloom’s observation that Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are the happiest married couple in all of Shakespeare. Or they at least have the most active sex life.
The Weird Sisters are also sexualized, played more as sirens than witches—seductive, soul-sucking succubi instead of the bearded hags usually depicted. They ensnare Macbeth by appealing in part to his masculine vanity. Paul Angelo “struts and frets his hour upon the stage” as Macbeth. He’s a Macbeth hell-bent on proving his masculinity, especially to his ball-breaking wife. “I dare do all that may become a man,” he insists to her, “who dare do more is none.” Angelo plays Macbeth as a conflicted, brooding sort of soldier “bound in to saucy doubts and fears,” and a little too eager to believe his own press: (“Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be til Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane”—yeah, right). He’s blustery and ripe for a take-down by the end, but we can’t help but feel pity for the poor, trapped guy when he admits to us and himself:
That which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
It’s a sad, intimate moment made even more moving and immediate by the close proximity to actors the audience is privileged to in the Shoebox Theater. I’m very much looking forward to more Shakespeare from this spirited troupe of PDX players.
The Shoe Box Theater is located at 2110 SE 10th Ave.
Performances of Macbeth run through June 3rd.
Theater review: Lead on, Macduff; someone should at Shoe Box
'Macbeth' - The director at Northwest Classical Theatre Company takes liberties
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
COLIN MANNEX
The folks at Northwest Classical Theatre Company have staked a strong claim at making big, canonical plays popularly accessible while keeping great textual integrity. As cultural purists, they've shied from the spectacular, relying on directorial ingenuity to cram parlor scenes and battlegrounds into the intimate Shoe Box Theater.
Their use of space is always impressive: You're not likely to find a more cozy and confrontational theater experience in Portland. But they've long fallen prey to a loophole in the accuracy of their "classical" productions: Too often their stage directions are confabulatory nonsense.
Granted, Shakespeare never indicated much more than the traffic of entrances, exits, hiding places and essential points between sparring partners. Any production requires an interpretive leap to animate the language. But in his current production of "Macbeth," director Brian Allard has egregiously misused this license.
True to the text, it's a throbbing, bloody and lascivious engagement.
However, the grisly bits are almost never employed to the service of the central story.
Lady Macbeth (Allison Anderson) shows great "ambition" in wrapping her legs around her husband and her doctor, but there's no impetus for further action.
Macbeth (Paul Angelo) wields his "barren scepter" with rightful outrage, but he affects hollow deference to the spectral forces that guide him.
Some fine dramatic moments come with Dan Ruiz Salvatura as Ross and director Allard as Macduff.
But for the most part, if the action doesn't involve thrusting, it suffers a complete lack of directorial attention.
Allard describes his approach to Shakespeare as a return to "popular -- not elitist -- entertainment." He would have done well to make more of the verbal play ("Remember the Porter") and less of the stage combat.
Shakespeare never shirked from lewdness or violence,
but "Macbeth" needn't suffer these emendations to capture a modern audience.
[NEW REVIEW] Director Brian Allard soaks the audience in the bloody witches' brew of Macbeth's claustrophobic remorse-world at the Shoebox Theatre and holds it under to dodge sword swipes, fake blood and delicious cookies served gratis from wenches at banquet scenes. Even a back-row seat in the small theater puts you nearly onstage in the gore of swashbuckling action. You feel the iambic anguish of the characters up-front-and-personal in this well-choreographed rendition of the classic tragedy. Shakespeare's murdering Scotsman portrayed by cherubic Paul Angelo melts and hardens before Lady Macbeth's (Lara Flynn Boyle look-alike Allison Anderson) naked (well, negligee-clad) ambition. WILLIAM CRAWFORD. Northwest Classical Theatre Company at the Shoebox Theater, 2110 SE 10th Ave., 262-5503. 7 pm Thursdays-Saturdays, 2 pm Sundays. Closes June 3. $12-$18.