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The Revolutionists: ridiculous and pointed

Aimee Beaudoin (Marie Antoinette), Alex Dawkins (Olympe de Gouges), Kijo Gatama (Marianne Angelle), and Jacquelin Walters (Charlotte Corday) in The Revolutionists.
Costumes Rebecca Cypher, set Cindi Zuby, lights Ken Matthews.
Images Marc J Chalifoux Photography.

My previous knowledge of contemporary American playwright Lauren Gunderson suggested that The Revolutionists would be an inspiring feminist story based on real women in the French Revolution. It was. But it was also hilarious, absurd, fourth-wall-breaking, and full of self-referential mockery about playwrights, theatre, and the ridiculous concept of writing a musical about the French Revolution …

John Hudson directed The Revolutionists for Shadow Theatre – the founding artistic director’s last directing project before Lana Michelle Hughes takes over as Artistic Director.

The action takes place in 1793, after Marie’s husband, King Louis XVI was guillotined in January and before she met Madame Guillotine herself in the fall of that year.

The performance starts with Olympe de Gouges (Alex Dawkins), the only feminist playwright left in Paris, in her apartment, struggling to write her next play, and posturing for the audience about the hardships of being an artist and living through a revolution. Dawkins’ neo-bouffon skills serve her well in portraying a character who is not quite as important as she thinks she is, but who is very aware of her own voice.

Her first two visitors are more down-to-earth. Marianne Angelle (Kijo Gatama), activist and spy, is motivated to use the turbulent times to free her homeland of Saint Domingue (now Haiti) from the French Empire and end slavery. She wants Olympe to help her by writing pamphlets and declarations instead of plays. “What about a monologue?” negotiates Olympe. Charlotte Corday (Jacquelin Walters), younger than the others, is planning to take more specific action – she is going to assassinate the radical journalist Marat, hoping this will correct the course of the Revolution away from the Reign of Terror. And she wants Olympe to script her Last Words that she’ll be allowed to give from the scaffold before her inevitable execution.

Absurdity escalates when the next knock on the door is actually the infamous former Queen of France, Marie Antoinette, in a gown covered with bows, bustle, and other decoration, and wearing a recognizably-excessive wig. Aimée Beaudoin’s Marie is ridiculously self-centred and naive, completely unequipped to function as an ordinary citizen. She tries to get the playwright to write a play all about her. The contrast between Marie’s wishes and the other three continues throughout the play, providing a necessary levity. But they also find points of poignant connection – absent husbands, motherhood.

Early in the play we see the shadow of a guillotine over the set, reminding us that all of this is taking place in a situation of impending violence. I wondered how that mood shift would happen. I pictured scaffold speeches like Sidney Carton’s in A Tale of Two Cities (“It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done. It is a far, far better rest that I go than I have ever known”). But in Gunderson’s play, the condemned burst into song, into full-voice amplified musical-theatre ballad song, which added a perfect touch of absurdity.

Costume design, illustrating the characters’ different vocations, social classes, and cultures, was by Rebecca Cypher. The constrained and ornate set was designed by Cindi Zuby, with sound by Darrin Hagen and lights by Ken Matthews.

Kijo Gatama and Alex Dawkins take on the patriarchy in The Revolutionists.
Costumes Rebecca Cypher, set Cindi Zuby, lights Ken Matthews.
Images Marc J Chalifoux Photography.

I’ve seen two other plays by American playwright Lauren Gunderson: Silent Sky, based on historical figure Henrietta Leavitt a female astronomer in the 19th and early 20th centuries, and Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley, a tribute-fiction contribution to the Pride and Prejudice universe, extending the story of bookish sister Mary and finding her a sympathetic happy ending. The characters in Silent Sky clearly push against the usual options for women and for deaf people at that time. As for Christmas at Pemberley, the Austen source material already provides a sharp outside eye on the society of the time; Gunderson’s play is clever pastiche and satisfying fanservice. Both plays include male-female romances with shared interests and minimal power imbalance.

The Revolutionists is my favourite of the three, because it handles serious material but doesn’t take itself too seriously. Playing at the Varscona Theatre until April 5th, with tickets here.

Forest of Truth and Bathsheba …

Putting all the show titles in the post title makes weird mashups. Especially these two, which some from very different shared mythology cultural referents.

Forest of Truth involves the same people who brought the inspired weirdness of i’m lovin it to Fringe a few years ago, Theatre Gumbo of Japan. It’s set in a fairytale milieu with some familiar tropes, and references to characters like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White. There’s a problem to solve – the Queen of the forest needs some True Love Extract to preserve/extend her beauty – and an adorable sidekick. But the unfolding action includes some parts that are very much not for children! I loved it that the plot did not stick with the Man being the romantic pursuer and the Woman wanting marriage for other reasons – the Woman was also checking out (climbing on?) several audience members as potential partners, with clearly physical intent. As in i’m lovin it, there were some visually-delightful bits with props, and a diarrhea joke. Forest of Truth would also have been funny if it were slightly less heteronormative. Venue 28, Roxy Theatre on 124 Street.

Bathsheba and the Books is a straightforwardly ridiculous comedy. I was familiar enough with the source material to find extra humour in the details, but even without, I think Aimée Beaudoin’s sex symbol of the ancient world, as costumed by Trevor Schmidt with exactly the right kind of gown to seem credibly period and suitable enhancement for the character’s … endowments … was just so fun to watch and listen to. She’s obviously in control of her world, a scholar who manages the men of the household after the death of her husband King David. Chris Fassbender and Jeff Halaby are her collaborators and servants, and Jake Tkaczyk is equally larger-than-life as her son, a young King Solomon. Directed by Davina Stewart, the pacing is good, the laughs are frequent, and the canon-consistency is left at “it coulda been”. Lots of dramatic-irony asides which are funny if you have some ideas how the Bible is treated in 21st century cultures and religions. I have to admit that I was a tiny bit distracted by the costume practicalities of how they got sparkly gold Birkenstock-type footwear. Venue 1, Westbury.