For the second time in 5 years, I find myself back in Australia for family health reasons. For someone who, as a rule, doesn't fly in aircraft, that's a lot of flying. But rules were made to be broken - and as an immigrant, some travel is just unavoidable, as the alternative is comes full-circle towards fascism. As with any strong positions, there should be room for exceptions, which prove the rule. So I'm here until the beginning of April, after which I expect to make my usual long journey through Australia, Indonesia, and Singapore, before finally catching the (almost) unavoidable second flight to Europe.
Being back in Australia is not without its frictions for me, as the country has become decidedly harder-edged (from a pretty high base) even since I left in 2013. But there are joys too - old friends, old places, memories when I was more bored but more financially stable, and the endless joys of nature (albeit going up in flames, but more on this later).
I will try to write a little while I'm here, but it's a complex time and I wouldn't say I'm in touch with anything that is happening culturally in Melbourne. Still, some opportunities may come up, and it's an interesting challenge for someone used to enjoying to barriers of distance to write in situations that feel uncomfortably close to home. The luxury of foreignness I have as a critic is thoroughly removed, here, to the point where I am dragged kicking and screaming into old paradigms that I don't care about.
But we all have to make our negotiations, don't we?
After the jump, a short analysis of Ridiculusmus' The Importance of Being Earnest, where I was unexpectedly present for the opening at Melbourne's Malthouse Theatre.
Being back in Australia is not without its frictions for me, as the country has become decidedly harder-edged (from a pretty high base) even since I left in 2013. But there are joys too - old friends, old places, memories when I was more bored but more financially stable, and the endless joys of nature (albeit going up in flames, but more on this later).
I will try to write a little while I'm here, but it's a complex time and I wouldn't say I'm in touch with anything that is happening culturally in Melbourne. Still, some opportunities may come up, and it's an interesting challenge for someone used to enjoying to barriers of distance to write in situations that feel uncomfortably close to home. The luxury of foreignness I have as a critic is thoroughly removed, here, to the point where I am dragged kicking and screaming into old paradigms that I don't care about.
But we all have to make our negotiations, don't we?
After the jump, a short analysis of Ridiculusmus' The Importance of Being Earnest, where I was unexpectedly present for the opening at Melbourne's Malthouse Theatre.
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The Importance of Being Earnest
Oscar Wilde is nothing if not contrary. A relentless
outsider/insider figure, tossing barbs at the aristocratic system while
participating in it with over-enthusiasm. Contrary to popular opinion, it seems
to me that Wilde’s writing has always contained a feeling of loneliness – as though
his domination of the arts through cleverness and wit is only ever
over-compensating for a tragic and frightened misfit. Far from a detraction,
this observation, coupled with the knowledge that a good portion of the end of
his life was spent in jail for the ‘crime’ of “gross indecency” relating to
homosexuality, lends his writing a universal
type of sadness, one which reaches over even the blistering bite of his satire.
Photo: Zan Wimberley
These qualities are particularly hard to spot among the
confidence of The Importance of Being
Earnest: a Trivial Comedy for Serious People, Wilde’s most famous and over-produced play, known for its
symmetrical structures, mirroring and acidic, playful teasing of the English
upper-classes. It’s an experiment in contradiction, containing all of Wilde’s
brutal critique and enthusiastic participation, presented to the audience on a
platter with a smile. The suggestion is, “this is poisonous. But you will enjoy
it.”
And enjoy, it audiences commonly do. This version, from UK-Australian duo Ridiculusmus (David Woods and Jon Haynes), is very much a ‘poor
theatre’ take on the play, with the two actors playing all of the roles. It’s a
conceit that works to highlight Wilde’s incessant doubling throughout the play –
the insistence on monogamous match-making substituting for romance, the duality
of city/country, the two butlers… the list goes on. The concept of ‘Bunburying’,
central to the play’s theme of facades, contains its own duality, as the
characters make up second versions of themselves in order to secretly fulfill otherwise
unfulfillable desires.
Watching the actors swap through the different roles,
however, questions arise. This is a remount of a 2006 production, again in the
Malthouse theatre. It would be easy to produce a ‘then and now’ comparison, talking
about how times have changed, how some of the more misogynistic lines from
Wilde seem to carry a painful resonance, how the relentless performance of the gender
binary may be itself equally painful. But it’s worth questioning if, even in 2006,
this was a significant departure from other versions of the play – and in which
case, why perform it in the first place, let alone remount it?
The key missing component from the Ridiculusmus remount would seem to be the pure acidity
of Wilde’s critique, and indeed, his sadness. In both instances, their
elimination from the play means that some of his nastier lines now gain their
own tragic weight – “the only way to treat a woman is to make love to her if she
is pretty, and to someone else if she is plain” is a line that is audaciously misogynistic.
Its justification for the writer hinges on who the target is: is it the
superficiality of the aristocratic characters, and their facades masking hopeless inadequacy? Or, in a more ‘earnest’
interpretation – is the line openly anti-women? Wilde is far from pure, and wouldn’t
be the first homosexual man to be guilty of – and get away with – breath-taking
acts of misogyny. If we are to accept this kind of line, it hinges on
its capacity to be read as rendering explicit a pre-exiting violence, with the unavoidable
veil of critique creating discomfort in an audience filled with a type of painful
recognition.
And here, Ridiculusmus run into certain problems with their interpretation,
where the two-man performance risks turning the play into a certain type of
circle-jerk. Indeed, their explicit performance of masturbation and sex with a
minor, inferred in the play and brought out here – only seem to reinforce the
feeling of the play as a performance of male power, maybe akin to seeing the
gender-swapping performed in Shakespeare in the 1600s. An exception to this is David
Wood’s characterisation of Cecily, where a supposedly chaste and pure young girl
is played for all of her slutty and whimsical tendencies in a manner that
achieves something close to transgression. Yet Wilde’s own defences of satire
and irony are simply not re-employed with any gusto or contemporary resonance here,
in a performance where the objective is really one of audience pleasure.
But more’s the point, Wilde’s own relentless self-critique –
assaulting the English upper-classes of which he was at once an enthusiastic
participant – seems to be a lesson unlearned. What role do these two British-born
lads occupy in bringing the crowd-pleasing version to Australia, recreating in
effect a ‘silly’ Earnest, one that
creates a space for playfulness, inventiveness, and fun? Where do they position
themselves in relation to Wilde, in relation to the play? As Wilde understood, pleasure
is far from a neutral quality, and recreating the play in this way for an
audience today legitimates little more than an escape from dark times, into a
reinforcement of comfortable tropes. You might say audiences need that – that among
a world of bushfires and sexual assault, it pays to have a little levity on the
stage. Then again, add a linguistic flourish and such a statement could easily
be transformed into one of Wilde’s own lines, where the bravado of the actors and chortles of audience are flipped
into the target of the joke – accused of forgetting the resonances of the play
in the outside world, and lacking in their own self-reflection.
But it’s possible to have pleasure and radical re-readings,
isn’t it? My conclusion is one that resonates beyond this performance and
directly to the play itself, which, with its insistence on gender binary,
heterosexual marriage, and aristocratic rigidity, is surely crying out for
radical reinterpretation by non-cis or radical feminist groups, who might make
use of the re-utterances of a system of gendered violence in quite a different
way. That’s not the play I got today, and Ridiculusmus have succeeded on their
own terms, of an enjoyable and comic turn for a classic theatre text, albeit one
which seems to stifle much of the discomfort Wilde was – and may still be – able
to produce.
The Importance of Being Earnest
by Oscar Wilde
with Jon Haynes and David Woods
Adapted by Jon Haynes, Jude Kelly and David Woods
Set and Costume Design: Zöe Atkinson
Original direction: Jude Kelly
Producer: Erin Milne, Bureau of Works
Until March 8
The Importance of Being Earnest
by Oscar Wilde
with Jon Haynes and David Woods
Adapted by Jon Haynes, Jude Kelly and David Woods
Set and Costume Design: Zöe Atkinson
Original direction: Jude Kelly
Producer: Erin Milne, Bureau of Works
Until March 8
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