Violet has some lovely music,
and the Roundabout Theatre’s 2014 revival with Sutton Foster in the
title role featured a strong cast, as Steve Vineberg noted
for this site at the time. I mostly agree with Steve’s take on
the show’s strengths and weaknesses, especially with regards to
some flaws in the plot, based on Doris Betts’s short story
“The Ugliest Pilgrim,” which book writer Crawley does little to
alleviate. Violet follows its eponymous lead character on a
journey from North Carolina to Oklahoma, where she hopes to meet a
faith healer who can cure the disfiguring facial scar that resulted
from an incident in her childhood and causes people to react
to her with shock and disgust. Along the way, she meets not one but
two handsome soldiers who fall in love with her. That part’s fairly
straightforward, but there’s also another narrative strand, told in
flashbacks that weave in and out of the present-day story, involving
Violet’s relationship with her father. It might have partly been a
function of the unique staging (more on that in a moment), but I
found parts of this backstory confusing, especially in the scene when
it merges with her quest in Oklahoma and leads her to believe that
she’s been cured.
Allie Trimm as Violet |
Despite the obvious difficulties posed
by performing on a noisy, moving bus in a crowded urban area, Cannold
has managed to make this Violet clear and engaging. Contending
with considerable background noise and the volume of the pre-recorded
music that, by necessity, they must sing along with, the cast
projects beautifully, oftentimes while moving through the vehicle as
it jostles over bumpy Cambridge roads. Indeed, I noted that, when the
action shifted into Oberon for the climax of the first act, the
performers’ unamplified voices became notably harder to hear. The
blocking’s also well-orchestrated, with action always remaining
easy to follow in the confines of the bus.
Calibrating the production aspects of
the show to such an intimate scale is impressive, but what really
struck me was how Cannold and her cast have managed to do the same
for the play on an emotional and artistic level. Trimm’s wonderful,
bringing the requisite subtlety to Violet’s paradoxical combination
of openness and vulnerability, and, on the night that I saw the show,
she was matched by Eowyn Young, who played the younger version of the
character. Trimm also has clear chemistry with Jaison Hunter, the
talented actor who played Flick, a young African-American man who’s
one of the soldiers who falls in love with Violet. Hunter has a
physical dynamism that matches his strong voice, and when Flick’s
prevented from spending time with Violet during an overnight stop in
Memphis – her appearance aside, she’s still a white woman in the
South, and it’s dangerous for them to be seen together too much –
the way that he uses the physicality to hint at the inner conflict
that this provokes is marvelous. Harvard undergraduate Ashley LaLonde
is another standout: her character, Lula Buffington, gets a
show-stopping gospel number (“Raise Me Up”) at the church where
Violet hopes to be cured, and LaLonde plays this small but rewarding
role with exuberance and a sly sense of humor. Many of the supporting
cast members are fellow students, either at Harvard College or at
ART’s graduate institute, and in some cases their journeyman status
is still apparent in wooden line readings and physically awkward
performances.
Cannold’s Violet is, if
nothing else, compelling in that it serves as proof of concept for
the sort of site-specific, immersive theatre that’s become her
signature style (she recently staged a concert version of the musical
Ragtime on Ellis Island, and she’s currently the associate
director for Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812,
the Broadway version of which originated at ART). In many respects,
this sort of production strikes me as a strong argument for the
future viability of theatre in a world in which even television and
movies are losing viewers to the myriad forms of electronic
entertainment available to their erstwhile audiences. Sitting next to
a Broadway veteran as she delivers an enchanting performance is the
sort of experience one can’t get anywhere else.
That said, I can’t help thinking that there’s a trade-off implicit in the move from conventional stagecraft to site-specific work. Cannold’s Violet is mostly very effective, but the play’s structure is such that there were some scenes where I found myself wishing for a good old-fashioned lighting grid overhead. Without it, some of the flashback scenes felt ill-defined. Having the viewing experience broken up by getting off and on the bus was refreshing, and repurposing a found space for a show undeniably lends it a frisson of authenticity that’s distinct from the enjoyment we’d find in seeing the same play in a theatre. (It can also lead to some minor incongruities: “Raise Me Up,” delightful as it was, felt slightly out of place in the austerity of the First Parish Church; I wondered what the congregation’s puritanical forebears would make of the raucous, evangelical musical number.) Corny as it is might be to say it, there’s a sort of magic to watching set, costumes, and lighting create a world onstage, and at times site-specific theatre threatens to descend into a literal-mindedness that limits our capacity to imagine ourselves into this world.
That said, I can’t help thinking that there’s a trade-off implicit in the move from conventional stagecraft to site-specific work. Cannold’s Violet is mostly very effective, but the play’s structure is such that there were some scenes where I found myself wishing for a good old-fashioned lighting grid overhead. Without it, some of the flashback scenes felt ill-defined. Having the viewing experience broken up by getting off and on the bus was refreshing, and repurposing a found space for a show undeniably lends it a frisson of authenticity that’s distinct from the enjoyment we’d find in seeing the same play in a theatre. (It can also lead to some minor incongruities: “Raise Me Up,” delightful as it was, felt slightly out of place in the austerity of the First Parish Church; I wondered what the congregation’s puritanical forebears would make of the raucous, evangelical musical number.) Corny as it is might be to say it, there’s a sort of magic to watching set, costumes, and lighting create a world onstage, and at times site-specific theatre threatens to descend into a literal-mindedness that limits our capacity to imagine ourselves into this world.
– Michael Lueger teaches theatre classes at Northeastern University and Emerson College. He's written for WBUR's Cognoscentipage and HowlRound. He also tweets about theatre history at @theaterhistory.
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