This isn’t the first updating of the
plot of Ibsen’s play. The best-known is, honestly,
Jaws, which replaces the threat
posed by tainted water to life and business in a spa town with a great
white shark at a beach resort. In both stories, a single man speaks
out, only for the town’s civic and commercial powers to stifle him. The
difference, of course, is in the ending: unlike in the Spielberg movie,
Ibsen’s Dr Stockmann doesn’t harpoon the bacilli. Florian Borchmeyer’s
version, for Thomas Ostermeier’s 2012 Berlin Schaubühne production (the
latest of Ostermeier’s several visits to the Barbican), principally
modernises the language and the milieu. Here, the Stockmanns are
thirtysomething Berlin hipster-bourgeois who are in a lo-fi band with a
couple of their journalist friends; we see them rehearsing a laid-back
version of Bowie’s “Changes”.
The play appears a godsend in contemporary terms: if you want a
dramatic illustration of how late-capitalist commercial imperatives
suppress ethics and even the very concept of fact, here it all is. The
middle phase of the play (presented here without an interval, running
for two and a half hours), as the noose tightens around Stockmann and
his idealism, works a treat. Almost as strong is the final act, with
the Stockmanns (Christoph Gawenda and Eva Meckbach) sitting exhausted
and cynical as his brother the mayor and their journo ex-friends offer
them a way out of ruination, at the price of their integrity.
It’s the bit in the middle that doesn’t jell, but this is also the
production’s unique selling point. When Stockmann calls a public
meeting and delivers a long, rambling speech about the ills of modern
society, Borchmeyer draws his text from the anonymous 2007 French tract
The Coming Insurrection. Where
it emerges from abstract woolliness it’s strongly at odds with the
model of individual-v.-society that Ibsen has set up. Moreover, the
production raises the house lights and encourages us to join in the
debate. Well, that’s pretty much going to be a lottery from night to
night; at the performance I attended, we progressed from timid
beginnings through middle-class-radical nostrums to rehashing the
Scottish referendum and then ending in flippancy before the company
returned to the script. I can see that it might work, but particularly
with an English audience I fear the likelihood is low, and even then
you still have the contradictory update left to untangle.
Written for the Financial
Times.