I saw the press night performance of Katie Mitchell's new collaborative experiment at the Cottesloe, ...some trace of her. It's really interesting, and a bold engagement with the media of the stage and film, but ultimately as theatrical event it's more than a touch disappointing.
A small company prepares and films live scenes that loosely relate the story from Dostoevsky's The Idiot. Each set-up is prepared, lit and shot on stage below a screen on which the images are presented, live, but in monochrome. Sometimes the actors themselves speak in the scenes, sometimes their words, presumably their thoughts, are read by another member of the cast. The preparations, the lighting, the sound (including effects) and everthing else are done as elaborately choreographed movements, often with several "shots' live at a single moment, with cross-cutting and occasionally multiple projected images.
It's incredibly clever and you sit there admiringly. The ways in which certain shots and effects are created with minimal means is often amusing -- and just occasionally there are moments of beauty in the images. The visual style mixes the aesthetic of expressionist silent cinema with early live television: lots of close-ups, long shots, action within the frame rather than between images.
What I missed was a sense of engagement with the story, with the characters, with any trace of emotion. I found the story really confusing (I hadn't prepared and didn't know it in advance) and I remained cut off from what was going on, sometimes marvelling at the invention but ultimately distanced from it all.
Later: Interestingly, Michael Billington saw the same performance and came to pretty much the same conclusions.






