Loveplay
Greystone Theatre 's Loveplay by Moira Buffini skims tantalizingly along the surface . . . the ideas have a breadth and depth which pique the interest but what remains is nothing more than fragments - unfullfilled & unrequited . . . a horrific scene of brutal rape haunts a place and begs to be remembered . . .
. . . linear time cannot erase the past despite all the future clever intentions and inventions . . . the actors seem to struggle in the darkness against a misplaced, unresolved environment where the music is loud and contrary . . . often there is a tension full of expectancy . . . a pregnant wife cries out in anguish to her unfaithful husband that she is so happy . . . two men, school friends, meet again and the unexpressed bond so long left unspoken embraces them both . . .
. . .the characters touch and kiss . . . over and over again the kiss of betrayal between two nuns, two actors, two men, two love children of the sixties, two . . . and, at times, humour . . . still sex is such a topic where laughs come cheaply . . .
nudity does not reveal rather numbs and this, to me, was the clue . . . the nude student actor plays numb to the nudity . . . in order to protect ourselves from the simple intelligence of feeling, more than often, we humans numb ourselves . . . and then the numbness becomes accepted as the truth . . . we play in the shallows not feeling so as to ignore the pain . . . what is love?
. . the archeology of love demands a courage to play at the nerve ends where raw feeling lives . . . at the heart's tendril. . . where is the place?
. . . where is the place?
Buffini invites us to locate this not only in the body but in some specific space . . . to transform place into a haunting, eternal quest for that unspeakable union, the moment of falling 'in' love? the moment of physical orgasm? the power of everlasting love? . . . the actors speak clearly and articulately the lines about this . . . the words circle around like moths around a flame not daring to touch . . . dare to . . .
So I went to see a play yesterday for our drama class. It's called Love Play and is really about sex and love throughout the ages. They start around 75 A.D. and work up throughout time portraying different ideas and such. It was quite interesting and I have to say that the acting was excellent; very very well done. Some sad truths though....Won't get into details on that but I'm sure that most of ya will get the drift. Sex and love - never anything clear cut, always some pain and grey areas, people who only think of it as a game and, now especially, a game of power. Was an insightful and thought provoking show.
:: comment :: added the following much later as came across some student writing in a blog:linkrot
. . . linear time cannot erase the past despite all the future clever intentions and inventions . . . the actors seem to struggle in the darkness against a misplaced, unresolved environment where the music is loud and contrary . . . often there is a tension full of expectancy . . . a pregnant wife cries out in anguish to her unfaithful husband that she is so happy . . . two men, school friends, meet again and the unexpressed bond so long left unspoken embraces them both . . .
. . .the characters touch and kiss . . . over and over again the kiss of betrayal between two nuns, two actors, two men, two love children of the sixties, two . . . and, at times, humour . . . still sex is such a topic where laughs come cheaply . . .
nudity does not reveal rather numbs and this, to me, was the clue . . . the nude student actor plays numb to the nudity . . . in order to protect ourselves from the simple intelligence of feeling, more than often, we humans numb ourselves . . . and then the numbness becomes accepted as the truth . . . we play in the shallows not feeling so as to ignore the pain . . . what is love?
. . the archeology of love demands a courage to play at the nerve ends where raw feeling lives . . . at the heart's tendril. . . where is the place?
. . . where is the place?
Buffini invites us to locate this not only in the body but in some specific space . . . to transform place into a haunting, eternal quest for that unspeakable union, the moment of falling 'in' love? the moment of physical orgasm? the power of everlasting love? . . . the actors speak clearly and articulately the lines about this . . . the words circle around like moths around a flame not daring to touch . . . dare to . . .
So I went to see a play yesterday for our drama class. It's called Love Play and is really about sex and love throughout the ages. They start around 75 A.D. and work up throughout time portraying different ideas and such. It was quite interesting and I have to say that the acting was excellent; very very well done. Some sad truths though....Won't get into details on that but I'm sure that most of ya will get the drift. Sex and love - never anything clear cut, always some pain and grey areas, people who only think of it as a game and, now especially, a game of power. Was an insightful and thought provoking show.
:: comment :: added the following much later as came across some student writing in a blog:linkrot
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