It’s hard to resist dubbing Caryl Churchill England’s greatest playwright. Yes, a thousand parking party guerrillas will spit out their PG skills and insist that Sir Tom has studied and cleverly constructed the practice of speech over decades. Both writers are close to their age – he is 87, she – everyone absolutely shaped the post-war British theater, but I voted for Churchill. Stoppard offers many places for Glib answers, and Churchill leaves us with shocking questions. For more than 50 years, she has conducted intense moral research on the clinical practice of human animals, and all its fluids, chaos, and unknowable glory have always preserved the prophecy. Gender, class, revolution, cloning, revenge cycle, how we die – these are just some of the original height objects that Churchill dissects in language, as clear as a glass scalpel. Which dramatists so cleverly juggle forms and genres, mastering social realism, allegorical, science fiction, and lyricism? Witnessing still looking for new ways to push language and stage images to its explosive core, heading to the public, where four newest cores are available – the work shines in the outstanding American debut: Glass. kill. If only, what should I do? Little devil.
Years after her political cover-up on the Israel-Palestinian conflict (Seven Jewish Children: Gaza Drama), the United States and Britain’s accomplice in war crimes (Drunk, I can say I love you) and our Atomic Digital Age (Love and Message), what are you obsessed with Churchill these days? Myths, spirits and other invisible realms. (Please note that since then Vinegar Tom and Skriker She explores folk terror and supernatural invasions. )
These short-term works have perfect focus from long-term collaborator James MacDonald, ranging from 12 minutes to an hour. Each of them has a dreamy contradiction, with short, suggestive language, with violent hues. Glass Follow a fragile but energetic girl made of glass (Ayana Workman) and turn to stories of child abuse and suicide. kill A Debonair deity (Deirdre O’Connell) appears on the clouds, challenging with a breeze, staring at Greek mythology, causing her to suffer as she turns incest, murder, revenge, revenge, chop children into stews. If only It is a film about a sad man (Satya Sridharan) learning to live in the modern mysteries of the present and being blown up by the ghosts of the future. Finally, single act Little devil is a fluffy family story filled with mysterious keen people: a elves of desire stuffed with a mouthful, once again lived with her cousin (John Ellison Conley). Their surrogate parents, they look at the courtship difference between their Irish niece (Aderinder Holland) and a melancholy homeless person (Japhet Balaban).
MacDonald inserts a pair of circus behavior between the shorter fragments of the first half: Junru Wang’s awesome hand balance control, and the comedy juggling of the crafty Pin-Flipper Maddox Morfit-Tighe. These carnival palate cleaners, along with cheeky light bulbs, ring the stage’s red curtains (the landscape of London fixtures, the landscape design of Miriam Buether), which contributes to the vaulted juggling atmosphere (or because it’s Churchill (Oddville)). I’ve been looking for visual simulations with writing. Wang was able to put her weight on the muscles and bones of her arms as she poured her body on the slender metal pole, reached out with a circular plate, and cut her legs with her ballet tolerant legs. Likewise, Churchill’s language is usually spare and blunt (as later Beckett, she could say it in less words), laying down the concept of brokenness on the steel bones of a brief phrase.
If this airy meditation is not interested, just be extravagant in the theater: a brilliant actor and bue’s boldly deformed interior – a black glowing horizontal bar, a glittering white room, is a cozy living room. They let you lock in Churchill’s hallucination vignette. Isabella Byrd’s lighting and Bray Poor’s sound design contribute to the magic and threatening double halos. See O’Connell Little devilclosed the show in a state of gloomy salvation and stagnation. In a milder register, Conley plays Dot’s and affable but repressed cousin Jimmy, who promotes the blues through jogging. Churchill builds a weird joke: Jimmy describes all kinds of acquaintances and strangers he meets during his run, their stories are barely hidden Othello, King Lear, Medea, Hamlet, There are other Greek tragedies and Shakespeare. “I saw an old guy this morning,” Jimmy told Dot. “Once there was a business of his own and he handed it all over to his daughter, and I think it was a tax thing, they treated him so badly. He was really dissatisfied; he wasn’t like the same guy at all.”
Tragedy is not only in the theater with flowery language and flashy emotions. It bleeds in the street and shives in the park. In other words: the whole world is Churchill’s stage.
Glass. kill. If only, what should I do? Little devil. | 2 hours 15 minutes. A midfielder. |Public Theatre | 425 Lafayette Street | 212-967-7555 | Buy tickets here
