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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.

Francis Pegahmagabow: more than two battles and a wry wit

Monica Gate, Julie Golosky, and Garret Smith, in The Two Battles of Francis Pegamagabow, at Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc Chalifoux.

The Two Battles of Francis Pegahmagabow, by Neil Grahn, opened last night at Shadow Theatre. Today, November 8th, is National Indigenous Veterans’ Day. So it’s a timely opportunity to experience the story of one of them, in this world premiere directed by John Hudson and Christine Sokaymoh Frederick. I knew it was going to be about an indigenous soldier in World War One, and about the challenges he faced from racist/hostile regimes in Canada after returning home with medals, but I didn’t know much else. Garret Smith plays the eponymous Francis Pegahmagabow, and he starts the tale with military posture and heavy khaki, addressing the audience (or some other audience, it’s not clear and doesn’t matter), and explaining that the following narrative jumps around in time and we’ll have to pay attention. After that warning, I didn’t find it hard to follow.

It does jump around, with many short scenes, alternating between war scenes in and out of the trenches, and a mostly sequential series of glimpses from other important experiences in his life. There’s an ensemble of five other talented actors, each playing multiple roles with shifts in costume elements, posture, and accent: Trevor Duplessis (last seen at Shadow in Cottagers and Indians, and more recently in a reading at Workshop West’s Springboards festival), Julie Golosky (I know I’ve seen her on stage before but I can’t remember where), Monica Gate, and Ben Kuchera play military men, white bureaucrats, members of Pegahmagabow’s community (then called Parry Island Band), and various family members. The scenes where he meets and woos Eva, his future wife (Gate) despite her parents’ (Duplessis and Golosky) reluctance are especially charming. Kuchera has a continuing role as a naive fellow soldier, and disturbing ones as Indian Agents refusing Pegamagabow’s applications to the band’s loan fund, and threatening him with RCMP action if he doesn’t cease his political advocacy.

In warfare scenes, we see that Francis has hunting skills and knowledge that enable him to be an unusually effective solo sniper. We also see that his superiors want him to follow orders and rules – take a partner, go out when there’s a full moon – despite his insistence that he can do things better his own way. In conversation with the audience, he explains that being good at killing people is a terrible gift. Short vignettes allude to the available facts behind his three wartime decorations.

In wartime action, his peers and superiors show typical microaggressions (not learning to pronounce his name), but seem to accept him for his skills. After returning home, however, he encounters one frustration after another. The determination and volatility that made him an effective fighter are now employed as he becomes Chief of his Band and founder of national indigenous advocacy groups. Other members of his Band (Golosky and Gate) heckle him and suggest that he’s acting in his own interest. And his reputation of being unstable, quick to anger, or unreliable gets used against him by bureaucrats. It’s heartbreaking, except for the moments when he shows his pride in successes. When World War Two arrives, and the RCMP come knocking to enforce conscription, he and Eva send their boys away for their safety, and he adds that “None of our children ever went to residential school either”.

One of my favourite things about this script and production was the humour, especially the way Francis engages the audience on his side, allowing us to share his wry understated amusement at the predictable injustices of his life, starting with receiving a medal from the King who can’t pronounce his name. There are several moments in the script that break the fourth wall or theatre conventions – he compliments the booth crew on the nice job they did on the moon, and some other fun bits I won’t spoil. It’s not a completely happy story, but it’s told with a very light touch and Smith’s delivery makes me want to watch him in something else.

The abstract set (Cindi Zuby) provides opportunities for active scenes that feel like battlefield expeditions, like moments of comfort in trenches, like intimacy sitting together at home sharing bannock, and like meetings in offices and in convention halls. A backdrop evokes rough-torn cured hides and silhouetted landscape, and creates a surface for projections.

The Two Battles of Francis Pegahmagabow continues until November 24th, with tickets available here.