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| We Could Use a Little More Imagination Around Here By ROBERT 
        BETHUNE IT HAPPENS FROM  time to time 
        in most areas with more than a few active theater companies: everybody 
        winds up doing the same play. In my neck of the woods this season, there 
        are, this season, no less than four productions of John Patrick Shanley's 
        play Doubt, all within a 100 mile radius, give or take a few miles 
        for how the roads go. Now, don’t get me wrong. Shanley is a fine playwright and Doubt is a fine play. Reviews and audience 
        responses to all four productions have been positive and strong. In fact, 
        some folks have taken advantage of the opportunity provided by the situation 
        to go see more than one of these productions and compare how they’ve been 
        done. All well and good, and a fine thing to boot. But what does this situation show about the level of imagination 
        and effort going into selection of repertory? How is it that so many production 
        companies find themselves thinking in lockstep? How many plays have been done in recent years that were not 
        originally written in English? How many plays have been done that were not written by whites? How many plays have been done that are not written by Americans? How many plays have been done that were not given the New York 
        Stamp of Approval i.e. that were not produced on- or off-Broadway in the 
        last ten years or so? The answer, unfortunately, at least in my neck of the woods, 
        is, “Not many.” In short, the coincidental production by four unrelated companies 
        of the same play in the same year in the same small area is a symptom 
        of a larger problem. Everybody’s thinking in the same grooves. Everybody’s 
        doing the same kinds of plays, from the same kinds of perspectives, even 
        in the same production styles, as everybody else. And everybody’s wondering why the audience doesn’t grow. Hmm, 
        does the thought, “Bore them to death and they’ll stay home,” ring a bell 
        with anybody? There is an amateur company in my area that makes a specialty 
        of doing classics. What’s even more remarkable is that they do classics 
        other than Shakespeare most of the time. And what’s even more remarkable 
        is that they are the only company in a 200 mile radius taking that approach. 
        The rest of the live theater world does Shakespeare in the summer, recent 
        off-Broadway small-cast plays in the winter, and grant applications year-round. It couldn’t hurt to try to break out of that grind. It would 
        provide a growth opportunity for the artists at the very least. A very 
        fine actress I know freely admits that she has read very few plays written 
        before the 20th century. A problem encountered in a recent 
        production of a Greek tragedy—a very rare event around here—was 
        a lack of actors who were open to the idea of speaking verse in a heightened 
        fashion. Lacking experience of anything but realistic prose, they literally 
        had no idea of how to handle heightened language other than to reduce 
        it to grocery-list level. The director had a major problem in deciding 
        what to do about the chorus, and opted to turn it into a sort of display 
        of group gymnastics. In other words, having eaten mac & cheese for 
        so long made it difficult either to cook or to appreciate pasta primavera. |