Director Howard Davies’ series of
classical Russian dramas in the Lyttelton, staged periodically over the
last several years, have consistently shown a simultaneous scope and
delicacy, an ability to choreograph events in extended families and
(often unnaturally) sizeable houses without resorting to a broad-brush
approach to fill the space.
3 Winters
by Tena Štivičić
is neither classical nor Russian, but is very much the latest element
in this series.
Štivičić
sets her play in a house in the Croatian capital Zagreb. As the title
suggests, she bounces backwards and forwards between three discrete
years. In 1945 Rose King and her family are assigned by Tito’s new
government a portion of the prosperous townhouse in which Rose’s mother
had been a servant; in 1990, Rose’s daughter Masha is now the mother of
two daughters of her own; in 2011, the younger of those daughters is on
the eve of her wedding to a perhaps shady businessman. But these are
significant dates for Croatia also: 1945 saw the (re)building of
Yugoslavia after World War Two, 1990 the first serious fractures in the
Yugoslav federation which would lead to war in the Balkans, and in 2011
Croatia was midway between its accession to NATO two years earlier and
the EU two years later.
Štivičić
’s
metaphor – the house stands, of course, for Croatia itself – is
remarkably complex yet never heavy-handed. The familial and social ties
we see portrayed are first and foremost those of the individuals
concerned; only after the interval, as matters focus more strongly on
2011, do we appreciate how they also personify classes, groups, a
nation which has never been truly the pilot of its own destiny and now
negotiates yet another new and radically different age. The story is in
particular that of women seemingly unable to escape being perceived as
daughters, wives etc. even when in reality they are the active parties.
Old stagers such as James Laurenson and Susan Engel are complemented by
the likes of Siobhan Finneran as Masha and Jodie McNee as her mixed-up
but questing daughter Alisa. What could have been little more than a
lecture acquires an organic body and soul.
Written for the Financial
Times.