Replay Presents
The Woman Tamer
By Louis Esson
Directed by Rob Reid
Cast
Tom Molyneux
Clara Pagone
Jack Beeby
Kate Brennan
Assistant Direction and
Chorography Kate Brennan
The Owl and the Pussycat
21 – 25 May
Rob Reid is nothing if not
courageous. So often one hears it said that real Art is born of taking
risks. Couched in ambiguity this fascinating
production risks being rebuffed tor being obscure.
As an adapted version of a
short insightful piece about Melbourne’s underworld by Louis Esson, written in
1910, it is like a puzzle and will be read by each audience member according to
his or her knowledge, or lack of, about theatre, rehearsal techniques, old
Australian vernacular and the works, life and times of Louis Esson. It is reminiscent of his much longer work The Bride of Gospel Place - first
performed in 1926.
This reviewer experienced The Woman Tamer as a rare confusing and
provocative cerebral treat. That is not
to say, it is not a visceral experience because it is, most particularly in the
repetitive dressing and undressing of Kate Brennan that infers unquestioning
monotonous sexual compliance.
The Woman Tamer commences in
the small foyer of The Owl and the Pussy Cat with the ukulele backed melodic
harmonic singing of Clara Pegone and Jack Beeby then moves into the performance
space. Thereafter Tom Molyneux and Chopsey the character he is playing becomes
the main focus of attention. The other
three actors work strongly around, and in response, to him - portraying a
number of characters using almost all the words of the original text.
As actors, with the possible
exception of Molyneux, none fully integrate their characters, but rather, in a
Brechtian manner are both themselves and the characters they are interpreting.
The sum total reads as a sort
of Abstract or sub-text and proffers a strange revelation - that could be
interpreted as, displaying the troubled mechanics of the writers mind. Though the Director’s program notes suggest
that it is the mental health of the main protagonist Chopsey that is being
explored in relation to his poor sense of his own masculinity.
This is one of those
productions where you are at liberty to make up your own mind about what is
going on. But you will have to catch it first, in its
very short run at the, public transport friendly, Owl and the Pussycat just
opposite the Richmond Station in Swan Street.
(For Stage Whispers)