12.11.12

winter in las piedras






Las Piedras isn’t much to look at. It’s a twenty minute drive from Montevideo. Named after a ninenteenth century battle. Which only matters if you’re Uruguayan. All in all Las Piedras is a bit like Beckenham or Plaistow, only less glamorous.

“La Sala” is Las Piedras’ only theatre space. It’s situated on a back street which no-one seems to have heard of. The front is brightly painted, but as soon as you go inside you realise this is a space with minimal resources. Basically it’s a shed with a stage at the end. A stage which can only be accessed by a rickety set of steps at the front, unless you want to risk life and limb climbing up from the back. There’s no fixed seating, just an empty auditorium with some bucket chairs stacked in a corner.



It feels a long way from Montevideo, with its urban theatrical know-how. And it feels like a million miles from London. We’re here as the last stage of our one-week only, three-venue tour of Jon Fosse’s complex but beguiling play, Winter. The first performance, on Tuesday was in Montevideo, to a packed audience of actors and theatre buffs. The second, in Libertad, on Thursday, was in the smart theatre of La Casa de La Cultura, with a keen, youthful audience. Now we’re in Las Piedras and we don’t know what to expect.

There’s a woman, Natacha, in the tiny, impromptu café at the front. She seems tired. She’s cleaning up and offers us coffee. Otherwise there’s no-one else. The woman tells us she’s going to have to go in a bit as her three children need looking after. Everything feels ad hoc and underwhelming.

Our company, (myself, Claudia, set and lighting designer, and the actors Carlos and Margarita), decide on how we’re going to use the space. The play consists of four acts, two in a park and two in a hotel. In Montevideo, the staging took place in an old house with a courtyard in the back, which we used for the park. Here we decide to use the stage as the park and make the most of the open plan auditorium by doing the hotel scenes there. The spectators will just have to swivel their seats around between acts.



Another young woman appears. She seems to be in charge of the lights. With Claudia’s assistance, she and Natacha being rigging. We don’t need much. The play has been set up with the aim of being something that can be done in almost any space. Our scenery is a bench, a lantern and a bed. The bed is some wrapping paper which we tape against the wall. The lantern is hung from the ceiling. For a bench we scout around and find two beaten-up brown leather chairs which look like old car seats. Natacha offers to find something to cover them, but they’re perfect as they are. She tells us that they found the chairs in the street and co-opted them.

The story behind the theatre gradually emerges. Natacha and her husband, Seba, took over the space almost ten years ago, wanting to do something in Las Piedras. Over the years they have put on their own shows and welcomed other groups. Companies from across Latin America have come to this unlikely backwater, with workshops hosted by Spaniards, Colombians and anyone who passes by. Last August, they raised sufficient funds to buy the space. Now, bit by bit, they’re doing it up. One of the first things they did was put in an alarm system, having being burgled weeks after finally taking ownership. The three of them work at the theatre for nothing, as a labour of love.




Sebastian appears with their three children who run around for a while before being taken away by their grandfather so Seba and Natacha can watch the show. I ask how many spectators they expect. Natacha is unsure. Anywhere between 2 and 20. At 9pm, the scheduled start, there’s no-one. They tell me not to worry, people are always late. Sure enough, in dribs and drabs, over twenty people appear. We even have to put out extra seats. I give a brief introduction and the show is ready to begin.

Fosse has few supporters in the UK, something he seems philosophical about in interviews. For some reason British audiences have found him dense, impenetrable, gruelling, even though his plays are not overly long. However, around the world he’s revered. I was offered the opportunity to work on the play by Margarita, and the project received the support of the Montevideo equivalent of the Arts Council. It’s part of the reason we’re here now, in far-flung Las Piedras. We’ve dedicated our brief rehearsal schedule not just to working on the play, but also to devising acting techniques which help the actor get under the skin of Fosse’s sparse language and demonstrate the dynamics at work. This process has been facilitated by looking at a few clips from the work of Ostermeier and memories of Nübling’s version of Stephens’ Three Kingdoms. I explain some of this before the show starts, in my pock-marked Spanish. No-one seems phased. It’s accepted here that there’s more than one way to skin a cat. When so much devotion is dedicated to doing theatre for nothing, there’s no reason not to experiment, and this has been one of the joys of working on the project.




It’s also been fruitful with regard to the play. The audience seem hooked from the moment Margarita’s brittle but beautiful woman totters into view, entering via the side door and almost literally crawling up the steps to reach the stage. It’s the third time we’ve done the show and the actors have now got the bit between their teeth. These two bizarre but loveable characters, caught up in the unlikeliest of love affairs, charm the audience with an other-wordly grace and the use of their curious, sometimes comic gestures. Rather than proving to be a downbeat study of degradation, Fosse’s play becomes a story of redemptive love. Perhaps a London audience would question our techniques or the dramaturgy. But a Las Piedras audience is open and generous, happy to go on the journey along with these two flawed characters.

The net result is one of the more remarkable nights I’ve spent in a theatre. Reminding me that theatre is all about transformation. Taking a space which initially looks like a deserted warehouse and, with a text, two actors, some love and a bit of stagecraft, turning it into something else altogether. A hotel, a park, a field of dreams, a space for the old magic to occur.



1.11.12

what was playing at the theatre in moscow 1919

“Opera at the Great Theatre.—"Sadko" by Rimsky-Korsakov and "Samson and Delilah" by Saint-Saens.

Small State Theatre.—"Besheny Dengi" by Ostrovsky and
"Starik" by Gorky.

Moscow Art Theatre.— "The Cricket on the Hearth" by” “Dickens and "The Death of Pazuchin" by Saltykov-Shtchedrin.

Opera. "Selo Stepantchiko" and "Coppellia."

People's Palace.—"Dubrovsky" by Napravnik and "Demon" by Rubinstein.

Zamoskvoretzky Theatre.—"Groza" by Ostrovsky and
"Meshitchane" by Gorky.

Popular Theatre.—" The Miracle of Saint, Anthony" by
Maeterlinck.


Komissarzhevskaya Theatre.—"A Christmas Carol" by
Dickens and "The Accursed Prince" by Remizov.

Korsh Theatre.—"Much Ado about Nothing" by Shakespeare and "Le Misanthrope" and "Georges Dandin" by Moliére.

Dramatic Theatre.—"Alexander I" by Merezhkovsky.

Theatre of Drama and Comedy.— "Little Dorrit" by Dickens and "The King's Barber" by Lunacharsky.”

Excerpt From: Ransome, Arthur. “Russia in 1919.”

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