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Request Programme – unique performances of nightly repetition

Vanessa Sabourin in Request Programme, Northern Light Theatre.

Request Programme, originally written in German in the 1970s by Franz Xaver Kroetz and translated by Katharena Hehn, takes its title from a radio show, the kind of show where a host responds to song requests sent in by audience members by playing the songs, but also by responding in compassionate, almost-intimate ways to the glimpses of regret, sadness, hope, loneliness, and humour she gets in the letters and texts. It felt very familiar, like shows I’ve heard on CBC radio, or European selections played overnight on NPR on long drives, or Join the Conversation on Now! radio. It’s a structure that supports a different show every night.

I think that Request Programme, the current Northern Light Theatre production directed by Trevor Schmidt, must have a similar blend of an underpinning routine with specifics that vary each night, making it worth watching more than once during the run. I’ve only seen it once so far – I saw it on opening night, with Vanessa Sabourin as the sole performer on stage. Each performance has a different on-stage performer, all local female actors who have worked on previous Northern Light Theatre productions. The voice of the radio host is also significant to the story but isn’t explicitly identified in the credits – I’m pretty sure the voice I heard, warm and grounded, was Nadien Chu. And the playlist of artists in the radio programme is ten Edmonton singer/songwriters, all women, each with one recent original song.

The character on stage does not speak at all. But as in many effective movement-based performances, I could tell enough about what was going on and why that I was engaged in the character’s journey, and cared about their outcome. I’ve had similar experiences with wordless or near-wordless clown and physical theatre (such as 7 Ways to Die: A Love Story, by Keltie Brown Forsyth and Alex Forsyth, or Lost ‘n’ Lost Department, by Elaine Weryshko, Jed Tomlinson, and Kristin Eveleigh, with dance (Black Hair, Blue Eyes, a piece at Expanse Festival 2014 with Ainsley Hillyard, Mat Simpson, and Liam Cody, many of the Ballet Edmonton works, or Betroffenheit (Jonathon Young, Crystal Pite), and with theatre (Small Mouth Sounds, the Jim Guedo-directed play about people at a silent yoga retreat).

A woman comes home late in the evening to a small tidy apartment in a city. The apartment reminded me of one of the self-contained apartment setups in the IKEA store – set design by Schmidt – full enough that it felt like she actually lived there, but without much that was revealing or personal. Not enough kitchen for someone who enjoys cooking or eating, no photos except for possibly one on the kitchen table that we couldn’t see, the small clothes-rack of someone who has recently started over. I thought she was probably coming home from work, because she was wearing dress shoes and clothes more formal than the ones she changes into, but her totebag also contained a few basic groceries. As she passes the evening, I had the sense that she was struggling to settle to anything – whether eating the sandwich she makes, finding something to watch on TV, making tea, reading a book, or doing a jigsaw puzzle. She didn’t seem to have any inclination to human contact either – no letters in the mail, no landline or cell phone, no computer, no waving out the window. She was going through the motions.

But she turns on the radio just in time for the nightly Request Programme, and listens to the whole thing. I could see that some of the host’s commentary and request letters landed with her, and some of the song lyrics too. In “In a While” Cayley Thomas sang of losing a brother before his 25th birthday. Lindsay Walker’s “I Won’t Give Up” is an fiercely inspiring anthem to carrying on, and Alex Dawkins’ “Pretty Girls” evoked passion and regret. A couple of times I wondered if the listener whose note the host was responding to might have been Sabourin’s character – but I thought probably she wasn’t sufficiently engaged with even that version of community. The people who were writing to the radio programme wanted someone to hear their pain, their loss, their fears – and I don’t think the woman on stage saw any point in that.

I didn’t know the details of why Sabourin’s character was so alone, so restless, so numb. But I worried about her, to the point of barely breathing near the end of the show. I grasped at hints of the character planning for the next day such as putting the leftovers in the fridge and rinsing out her knee-high stockings, but maybe those were autopilot actions. The ending did not feel inevitable but it was not a shock and was not overdrawn. I want to see another actor’s version. I don’t know how detailed the play script is – how much of a movement score or blocking is provided – but I understand that each performer had limited preparation time and possibly did not get to hear the radio show music and narration beforehand. Request Programme is fascinating and disturbing, an evocation of the spectrum between alone and lonely, between self-disciplined routine and dissociation, between surviving and … not.

Request Programme continues at the Fringe Arts Barns Studio until May 16th. Tickets are here.

Sweat, at the Citadel

I’m at work the other day putting on high-visibility coveralls and safety boots.  And it occurs to me, I saw that on stage last night, middle-aged women matter-of-factly wearing Carhartt work trousers and boots for work without it being a joke or even worthy of comment.  And I have never seen that on stage before.

When I went to see the Citadel’s production of Sweat, the Lynn Nottage drama directed by Valerie Planche, I had not realized that the main characters, the group of co-worker/ friends disrupted when one gets promoted, were going to be women (Marci T. House, Nicole St Martin, Lora Brovold).  This confused me a bit, and then I felt a little silly, for assuming that I’d be seeing another story of men as blue-collar workers and family providers, a trope I’d accepted since childhood viewings of Archie Bunker and Fred Flintstone.  Instead, the script showed three women as the group of friends who had been working “on the line” their whole careers, expecting they’d do so until retirement.

Two of them have young-adult sons also starting their working lives at the mill, played by Andrew Creightney and Chris W Cook.  Their aspirations to work in the mill or to get away from it reminded me of conversations among people I knew when we were teenagers in a mill town.  Chris Cook is so good at portraying dead-end characters I pull for and despair for and want to shake, characters whose naivete or lack of judgement or short-sighted well-intentioned impulses lead them into big trouble.  As soon as I saw his character on stage this time (and in fact, before I recognized the actor), I was internally groaning, oh, NO, you DIDN’T. His friend Chris (Andrew Creightney) has a plan to start studying at the local community college after a summer of saving his mill-work wages, looking beyond the neighbourhood and the mill even before his mother gets promoted and sees a different future for herself.  That it doesn’t work out as well as they dream is the Steinbeck-worthy gut punch.  But this one is happening in times I remember and in places like ones I know.  Oof.  Voice-over headlines read out between scenes show us some of the bigger context, the economic and political happenings over the year 2000 that might be affecting lives in a place like Pittsburgh, and allow jumps forward in time to 2008 to show the outcomes of some of those news items and of the characters’ responses.

The script is subtle, with the outcomes not entirely predictable despite the foreshadowing, and offering some hope and humanity.  Ashley Wright plays the manager of the bar where most of the action happens, Alen Dominguez his employee, and Anthony Santiago the ex-husband of Marci House’s character Cynthia.  I appreciated the understated acknowledgements of how race and gender matter, particularly in the speech where Cynthia talks about how there is more at stake for her, applying for the supervisory position and getting it, because she is female and African-American.  The vague offstage threat of the employers looking to replace everyone with immigrant workers for less money is made immediate and personal when the other characters (and the audience) realize that Oscar (Dominguez), who has been shuffling through the bar bussing tables and cleaning up, is an immigrant whose life would be improved by getting low-paying non-union factory work.

The one thing that I was a little dissatisfied with was that I wanted to find out more about what happened to Lora Brovold’s character Jessie, but maybe that is just because I appreciate the actor’s work.

Sweat is still making me think.  It is playing at the Citadel until February 3rd.