Many bardwatchers, myself included, would argue that Hamlet is Shakespeare’s best play. If that’s true, it stands to reason Shakespeare must have a worst play. My vote goes to Titus Andronicus. Generally thought to be one of the Bard’s earlier works, Titus is an historical play only in that it is based in
There are really no great speeches in Titus. There are no real sympathetic
characters. Titus is the “hero” for lack
of a better word, but he is also the guy who kills his own son over the
question of who will marry his daughter (the son’s sister). There are trace elements of what are better
developed later in other plays. Titus
seems to go mad. Is this a foreshadowing
of Hamlet perhaps? Aaron exists only to
do evil. Is this a foreshadowing of
Iago? Tamara visits Titus in the
latter’s “delusion.” Could this be a
foreshadowing of Twelfth Night? There’s
a very brief encounter with someone who may have been comic relief similar to
the doorkeeper in the Scottish play.
Unfortunately, the character in Titus gets hanged. Speaking of the Scottish play, perhaps Tamara
later comes back as Lady M.
For all those reasons, the play doesn’t get performed very
often. This was only our second time
seeing it. In fact, I think it’s only
the second time I can remember knowing that it was being performed in our
area. So kudos to the Right Brain
Project, a north side Chicago
theater group, for deciding to stage this one.
Although the play itself has its problems, the theater
experience was first rate. The RBP is
one of those small, relatively new theater companies (established 2005) that
operates out of a small venue in Chicago . Their performance area is roughly the size of
a one car garage. Audience members sit
along the sides and the play happens largely in the middle. There are stage areas at either end but most
of the action occurs in between. The
result is the kind of theater experience that is immediate and often thrilling.
To illustrate the immediacy of this particular production, two bowls were hanging from the ceiling at either end of the performance area. As characters die (which in this play is quite often) “blood” is poured into one of the bowls. Ultimately the bowls themselves are upended, resulting in the “blood” splashing everywhere. This comes as no surprise. Each attendee is given a poncho to wear. It was our good fortune to sit right in front of the area where the most blood is spilled. Despite our ponchos, some of the “blood” found its way onto our clothes, thus the statement above about coming home bloody. We were assured by the program that stage blood usually washes out of clothes.
Based on this experience I would certainly recommend the RBP
for future productions. Their website, www.therbp.org has lots of information about
some of the productions they have done in the past and ones they are planning
on doing in the future. Check them out
(when there isn’t a Shakespeare production).
In the meantime, I have to go attend to my blood-stained pants.
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