Last issue’s Quote of the Fortnight came
from a prodigious blog entry in which Chris Goode mused on
theatremakers’ relationship(s) with the audience, and in particular the
difference between “the audience” as a general, hypothetical entity
considered during the making of a theatre piece and any actual audience
encountered during a specific performance. As usual with the issue
which appears at this time of year, I write this column from amidst the
Edinburgh Festivals, and by chance, audience relationships have been a
major theme for me today.
I may have recounted before how I once watched director Mike Bradwell
teach a lesson to a young company whose show involved haranguing the
audience. When a supposedly thuggish character yelled at Mike, with
many profanities, to move somewhere else, Mike quietly, politely but
firmly said, “No.” As matters continued and a second “hooligan” entered
the argument, Mike gave them a way out: “Say ‘please’.” To do so would,
of course, compel them to break character, and in the end they had to
do just that. This wasn’t an ostentatious, public display of
nuisance-making; I doubt that even half a dozen of us saw what was
going on. But Mike’s point was that, if you make a piece of live
performance that involves the audience being denied a role as passive
consumers but still expected to respond passively to commands like
that, you have unilaterally rewritten the theatrical compact for that
event and you need to take into account the possibility that some might
not choose to accept those new conditions. You need coping strategies.
Bullying
As it happens, today I encountered almost exactly the same situation.
Badac Theatre’s
The Factory has
been receiving warm reviews as a direct, harrowing evocation of the
Holocaust, and in particular the industrial manner in which victims
were processed at Auschwitz-Birkenau. It is a promenade piece which
involves the audience being herded into a number of different spaces as
they progress, with performers, to the gas chamber. The herding is done
loudly, aggressively and abusively. Abuse need not, of course, be
physical: as the troop compliment in Guantánamo could confirm,
aural and/or verbal treatment can be quite forcefully abusive on its
own. So, to be clear, these actors were not
pretending to bellow at us: they
were bellowing at us. They were
not
pretending to deafen us
by prolonged metal-beating sessions in a confined, stone-walled space:
to be sure, this was a symbol of physical beatings given, but the
reality is that they
were deafening
us. Overall, they were not
pretending,
as the
Sonderkommando in
Auschwitz, to bully us: they, as actors,
were bullying us.
So, around halfway through the hour-long piece, after three previous
instances of “You! Fucking
move!”,
and in a position where only a handful of the audience might be even
minimally disrupted, I did a Bradwell. I quietly but firmly said, “No”
every time I was bellowed at to move, and then modified it to “Say
‘please’.” The performer simply kept bellowing “Move!” or “Fucking
move!” around a dozen times, then moved on to the doorway into the next
chamber, hung around for 30 seconds or so and left me there. No coping
strategy at all. The show had broken down, for me at least, so I left.
Brutal
Badac’s web site explains that as a result of their interest in
violence and extremity “The actors will be led to a point of physical
destruction, where they have no more to give; from this exhaustion,
this freedom, we will explore their violence, we will pull from them
their capacity for destruction and channel this into the play. The
experience this creates for both the actors and the audience will be
intense, disturbing, brutal and destructive. This is what we want.” The
significant point here is that no thought whatever seems to have been
given to the audience’s role in the performance transaction. It is
assumed that we will comply, that we will acquiesce in their treatment
of us. In Chris Goode’s terms, it is assumed that every instance of “an
audience” – every particular grouping in an individual
performance – will behave identically to “the audience”,
the general hypothetical creature posited during the making of the
piece. And that just isn’t so. Thus, the bitter irony arises that
The Factory is intended as an
indictment of an infernal process in which the administrators behaved
with a certain complacency, taking the passive complicity of their
human “throughput” for granted and making no allowances for
individuality, and yet the piece itself behaves with exactly the same
complacency and absence of allowances.
(As a footnote, this evening two of the performers spent half an hour
shadowing me as I moved through the venue bar, but without making
direct contact, as I presume they would have if they’d wanted to
discuss the matter. It felt as if I were being “heavied” all over
again, without the theatrical context to even pretend to sanction it.
No doubt we shall actually talk to each other in the days to come; it
could be interesting.)
Written for Theatre
Record.