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A CurtainUp London Review
Eurydice
Bijan Sheibani is one of the most exciting directors of physical theatre we have in the UK and it is with heightened anticipation that we view his productions. But somehow there seems to me to have been a mismatch here. Ruhl's text fails to reach its full poetic potential in the round staging in the Maria Studio at the Young Vic. It isn't because of the nuanced performance from Ony Uhiara as the bookish Eurydice, nor Osi Okerafor's beautiful singing voice as Orpheus of which we hear too little. The problem seems to be with the Three Stones whose malevolent and predatory, choric pacing around denies the nothingness that is meant to be the state of the stones, a reference to the effect of Orpheus' music in the Keats' poem, "In sorrow I sing a sad song/That makes stones weep." The forgetfulness that is experienced as they travel through the river Styx means that Eurydice does not know where she is when she arrives in the Underworld. So we have a curious surreal experience as she thinks she is staying in an hotel and asks for her room, treating her father as the hotel porter. Her father, who kept his memory by holding his breath when he was dipped in the river, takes some string and fashions her a room. The production uses water and the imagery of water to good effect: sometimes bubbling up from the floor, sometimes raining down in the elevator, or at the wedding riding up like those spontaneous fountains that take passers-by unawares. The lighting is effective too, those square frames of liquid light used above the playing area. This Eurydice is a dreamlike production with quirky, oddball moments of humour as when the Lord of the Underworld rides in on his tricycle wearing the loudest of striped suits. There are unforgettable visual images too: the strobe lit wedding dance with a high kicking jitterbug dance, the strobe being used to disguise the change to Eurydice's clothes, out of her wedding dress. I found the 1950s beach scene, the first where Orpheus and Eurydice declare undying love, stylised and more like a television advertisement dreamt up by Mad Men than the prelude to a Greek myth. The more prosaic images contrast with the beauty of the speech. We hear that Orpheus can hold twelve melodies at once and that he is going to make each strand of Eurydice's hair into an instrument. I was also curious to know why American accents were chosen for the English speaking cast. I definitely would like to see more of Sarah Ruhl's writing although it undoubtedly will challenge directors. For more details of the play and a review of its production at New York's Second stage, go here.
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