The piece was snappily directed by Bob Metcalfe with a keen attention to the darkly humourous subject matter, and well performed by the two performers. I would have liked to see more detailed physical work go into the scenes where the sons donned a hat and gloves and "took on" their mother's persona for a series of monologues. While these had potential to be sparkling, they came across as caricatures of the mother, which for me lost some of the impact.
My overriding feeling, however, was that the play itself appeals to that part of us that wants to live that "ideal" life - the part that wants to write the perfect obituary for the slightly eccentric widowed mother, and whinge over such things as a $250,000 kitchen. But to be fair, I don't think that part of many of us even exists.
We've struggled for years to create a truly Canadian theatre with our own voice separated from that of the British and American theatres, and I worry that this sort of piece sets us back.
Aside from the production, ultimately I came away from the play at a loss as to what it was trying to tell me. The motherly monologues together with the rest of the play seems to be saying "If you are super rich and have a condo, an enormous house and land in France, you can still be unhappy, so get a dog". I'm not super rich, but I do have a dog, so... I don't know why this was a play. The ladies beside me were having a raucous time though. I guess it spoke to them.
ReplyDeleteYES! that's exactly it. And the middle/upper-middle class audience lapped it up, which i suppose is good...they know their audience and have programmed to them....but what about everyone else?
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