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ACT’s Ramayana is a Most Epic of Epics

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Rafael Untalan as Rama, Khanh Doan as Sita in ACT's production of Ramayana (Photo: Chris Bennion)

Cast of Ramayana performing the Wedding Dance (Photo: Chris Bennion)

Brandon O'Neill as Hanuman in ACT's production of Ramayana (Photo: LaRae Lobdell)

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The word epic gets tossed around a good deal and not only by theatre theorists interested in Bertolt Brecht but also by young people who find the word “awesome” insufficiently demonstrative. The Ramayana is one of the stories for which the word was fashioned. ACT’s current production (here given the Indian pronunciation: rom-EYE-ah-nah) lives up to the billing with a lightning-fast, three-hour production that leaves us joyful, contemplative, and newly in love with theatre (at ACT through Nov. 11; tickets).

Ramayana is akin to the Iliad in that it is a collection of stories surrounding the abduction of a princess, Sita (Khanh Doan), and the efforts of her husband, Rama (Rafael Untalan), to free her from the demon, Ravana (John Farrage). Within that story are didactic and engaging tales of royal succession, divine intervention, romance, rivalry, jealousy, duty, justice, and more. It touches on nearly every facet of life. With this level of ambition the nearly-three-hour running time feels minimal but the abridgements are handled deftly. Often a few, generally wry, words suggest what is undoubtedly a lengthy litany in the original text.

If there is a flaw in this production it is that actors are sometimes lost from view on the floor. The problem is the mark of a very fully enacted and absorbing production. Physical actions reach up atop a second story and often collapse in prostration but unless the prone actor is at least as far upstage as center we lose sight of him in the silhouettes of those in front of us—this coming from someone who is well over six feet tall.

In a lesser production this would be a minor quibble (who worries about missing a bit of action?) but there is nothing extraneous in Ramayana, every prop and gesture incites our interest. When Ray Tagavilla as Rama’s brother, Bharata, bows before him, he also removes Rama’s shoes and places them on a throne as a symbol of the servitude of his regency. Missing that bit of action can create a hole in a narrative that—rich as it is—can be nearly as spare as CliffsNotes given the eventful plot.

The genius of this production finds its emblem in the portrayal of Jatayu, the eagle, who attempts to rescue Sita as Ravana abducts her. Jatayu enters as the shadow of a simple rod puppet (designed by Greg Carter). The puppet is cardboard-thin and elaborately painted and perforated as in wayang kulit, the traditional Indonesian shadow puppetry form in which the Ramayana is often performed.

After crossing the scene this depiction graduates from a direct reference to a new evocation. Jatayu returns in the form of a woman with a gauze shawl, shadowed by gauze draped over three poles that suggest a bird’s body with wings. This gives us a simple and modern depiction of the enormous physical bird and its very human emotional conditions. Similarly the adaptation as a whole both references the traditions of the Ramayana and updates the visual and fabulistic elements to serve ACT’s audience with both the colloquial and the spiritual, low and high arts. All told it is a transcendent achievement.

Despite the story’s vast scale physically, philosophically, and emotionally, the production easily sells us on emotions that could seem laughable to American audiences. Tagavilla is brilliantly cast in his most prominent role as Bharata, who unwillingly winds up serving as regent during Rama’s exile. He makes the immensity of Bharata’s torment at his impossible position both palpable and natural.

Farrage has a similar achievement. Though, as Ravana, he sustains an aggravated voice for most of the show he largely avoids seeming cartoonishly villainous. Anne Allgood’s entrance as Ravana’s sister, Soorpanaka, has all that cartoonish villainy, yet laughing at her tragic obsessiveness frees the audience to feel a childlike delight. That we gasp in horror at her subsequent treatment returns our equilibrium and keeps the show grounded.

Soorpanaka’s disfigurement is not the only time the audience audibly gasps at the simple magic onstage. Sita and Rama disappear, a giant destroys battalions before Rama’s arrows lay him down, characters are consumed in fire, and all of it furloughs our disbelief. Matthew Smucker’s sets and Brendan Patrick Hogan’s sound design elevate simplicity into enchantment by engaging our imagination. The set mostly consists of bamboo and gauze. The sound design often both cues from and reinforces live instruments and voices, expanding the scale of the tangible.

But rather than laud the contributions to this production with an epic of criticism, let it suffice to say that from the adept adaptation to Hanuman’s hijinks, ACT’s Ramayana is a tremendous success and worth repeated attendance.

Finally, a Midsummer Night’s Dream with Teeth

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Todd Jefferson Moore as Nick Bottom and Amy Thone as Titania (Photo: John Ulman)

Christine Marie Brown as Lysandra and Allison Strickland as Hermia (Photo: John Ulman)

Christine Marie Brown as Lysandra, Trick Danneker as Demetrius, and Allison Strickland as Hermia (Photo: John Ulman)

Gordon Carpenter as Snout, Todd Jefferson Moore as Nick Bottom, Riley Neldam as Francis Flute, and Kevin McKeon as Peter Quince (Photo: John Ulman)

Chris Ensweiler as Puck and Reginald André Jackson as Oberon (Photo: John Ulman)

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You don’t need me to tell you how good Seattle Shakespeare Co.’s production of Midsummer Night’s Dream (through November 13 at the Intiman; tickets) is. Broadway World calls it “HOT!” The Seattle Times rummages through its thesaurus for “phantasmagorical.” “Excellent and humorous,” says TeenTix. “Merely good,” qualifies The Stranger.

A recurring theme in most reviews is that there’s nothing mustily Elizabethan about this Sheila-Daniels-directed work; without making a “concept” out of it, Daniels has updated Midsummer‘s personality. The magical forest seems to hold refugees from Burning Man. The runaway lovers are looking for a place that will marry two women. Daniels lets the audience do the rest, form what connections it may, rather than offer a justification. That alone–devising a way to stage Shakespeare without baggage–makes the show stand out, even though it doesn’t have the acting firepower of SSC’s Hamlet.

This subtlety (to show, rather than tell) is backed up by set designs from Andrea Bryn Bush and costumes from Jennifer Zeyl–though Bush struggles to fill the Intiman stage on, I think, the SSC budget, you see enough to know what she’s after: knotted and gnarled trees, shadowy nooks and crannies. Zeyl’s “cloak” for Oberon is a masterstroke, a cross between a net and actual camouflage netting that turns Oberon into something misshapen, undefined, that your eyes can’t quite pick out. Ben Zamora’s lighting is a study in unsettling murk, and Robertson Witmer fills the air with strange voices and music.

The problem with Midsummer, in a way, is that you eventually have to leave the forest, and head back to squaresville (i.e., Athens). Again, very much like your time at Burning Man. Here, squaresville gains in stature, though, because that’s where Lysandra (Christine Marie Brown) and Hermia (Allison Strickland) would like to be married. It’s true that Daniels’ textual sex-change operation (Lysander to Lysandra) changes the play’s dynamics–Shakespeare was musing about the course of love, its fixations and inconstancy–but it pays off so well this way, you hear the play with fresh ears.

While the two are capable actors, I didn’t see that much chemistry between Strickland and Brown. Of the four young lovers, it’s Terri Weagant’s Helena who steals the show. I am a long-time Weagant booster–she’s hilarious, I love the way her voice cracks in self-doubt and disbelief at each new horror life has to offer, and her white-wine take (no caressing each syllable for an “Ah, Shakespeare!” epiphany). When Demetrius (the lanky, snappish Trick Danneker), ensorcelled, proclaims his love, you can tell Helena just can’t process this fresh horseshit.

Theseus (stern-yet-amiable Mike Dooly) and Hippolyta (a mostly line-less but assured Qadriyyah Shabazz) are the canoodling ruling-but-not-that-royal couple, but it’s the gang of “rude mechanicals” who tumble onto stage every so often that seem to have everything figured out. They don’t, of course, but this gang of amateur thespians is blessedly unaware of their limitations. Chief among them is Todd Jefferson Moore, in every way. His Nick Bottom is transcendent, but not immanent. Nothing remains within, all is spoken. It’s poetry.

Bottom’s ass-romance with Titania is the best thing about Amy Thone’s performance. Moore is literally chewing the scenery, but Thone has no trouble staying with him–her physicality is as expressive as anything she says. But you can see that Thone doesn’t have much investment in the fairy queen’s “humbling,” when Oberon (a compellingly offbeat Reginald Andre Jackson) *YOINKS* the child she was looking after away. What’s it all mean? I couldn’t see that anyone understood it. Jackson’s Oberon had a much tighter relationship with Puck (Chris Ensweiler), a yelping, echolalic, feral spirit who startled the crap out of the people he appeared in front of in the audience.

Ensweiler’s portrayal may be one of the best Pucks I’ve seen, and Puck is a much-trodden path. But usually you don’t think Puck would actually bite you, and here you do. Just as, generally, you don’t think a Shakespeare play will feel rough and wild (though it may act like it). When the fairies come out of the trees in this Midsummer, you shrink back a little, because they are not your friends.