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San
Francisco City Guide
Richards is the surprise stand out of the production. A voice that
goes from Falsetto to Tom Waits-style growl to heart-rending operatic
yodel...
San Francisco Chronicle 3/9/04 Robert Hurwitt
A striking sight to behold- Robert Wilson's darkly poetic Black Rider
a magical ACT opening
The performances are as mesmerizing as they are flawless. The music
soars on the ethereal eeriness of a musical saw or a glass harmonica,
descends into gut-bucket grit and pulsates with coarsely seductive
carny bravado, reflecting the laconic poetry, huckster hipness and
deadpan wit of the text. The visual package combines images of astonishing
spare beauty and nightmarish complexity with plain old vaudeville drop-pants
humour.
The Fall theatre season got off to its most memorable start in years
Wednesday with the opening of Robert Wilson's Black Rider: The Casting
of the Magic Bullets at the Geary Theatre. The combination of Wilson's
witty, exhileratingly eye-opening theatricality- his precisely choreographed
imagery and exquisitely sculpted choreography- with William S Burroughs'
wryly evocative text and Tom Waits' lovely, grungy, ingeniously eclectic
score is more than a triumphant season opener for the American Conservatory
Theatre. It's a gift.
Black Rider is a masterpiece on its own terms...and it's performed
by a superb ensemble led by the casually seductive Marianne Faithful,
delightfully marrionette-clownish Matt McGrath, irresistably quirky-mechanical
Mary Margaret O'Hara and genially ghoulish Jack Willis.
But its a gift, too, if only for ending the area's decades-long Wilson
drought. Wilson, considered one of the world's influential directors
at least since Einstein on the Beach in '76...had never been presented
here...
McGrath's Wilhelm is the perfect fool with his wide, clueless grin-
a Cabaret emcee as a hapless human puppet, executing deftly understated
slapstick with long limbs manipulated by invisible strings...he's in
love with Katchen, played and sung to stunning mechanical doll-like
effect by O'Hara..The formidable Nigel Richards executes a tour de
force of gravel voiced song and demonic, rope-constricted dance as
one of the devil's earlier marksman clients...Willis has an astonishing
solo turn...ominous Sona Cervena and Monika Tahal, uttering chilling
strangled bird calls, make impressive contributions as well.
It's all beautifully packaged. Wilson frames every scene in visuals
of stunning simplicity...the formalism enhances the works' surprising
emotional impact...in the end, when McGrath sings an upbeat cabaret
ditty, the broken heart and fractured psyche beneath the desperate
smile is deeply affecting. Its a well worn device, but its Wilson's
skill in reframing and revitalising such devices that forms part of
his genius.
The Wall Street Journal 15/9/04 David Littlejohn
The Devil and Robert Wilson
...Robert Wilson (who is usually referred to as 'legendary')..works
with a limited palette- light and colour, primarily; a few symbolic
stage pieces; non-naturalistic costuming; and a puppet-master's control
of movement and gesture. He is not interested in 'realistic' acting
or character, explicit relationships between characters, coherent plots,
or definable meanings. In fact, he likes to create productions in which
words, music and stage images appear to go in different directions...this
approach has resulted in strange, one-of-a-kind works that can- for
a moment- make all other forms of stagecraft seem predictable, formulaic
and bland...
What makes the Black Rider more accessible and enjoyable than Mr Wilsons'
more challenging productions is that its bitter 1930's-German cabaret
style is actually often funny...
Stage settings and lighting are accomplished with Mr Wilsons' trademark
brilliance...in a simple box or famed set, rear walls or curtains transmute
into the most exquisite blends of colour, then jolt of an instant into
flame-red or black...
It almost seems perverse to talk about actors in a Wilson production,
since his godlike hand turns them all into marionettes. The biggest
name performer, Marianne Faithfull...was on leave the day I saw the
show. Nigel Richards did a wonderful job in this Lotte Lenya-style
role, croaking out wicked lies and sentimental ballads with equal panache...but
it is the devil who has the last word, after despatching the rest of
the mad cast into the same upended black coffin from which they arrived,
he/she gratefully picks up a rose someone has thrown, and sings an
affectionately touching Last Rose Of Summer before disappearing as
well.
Gloss Issue 20 Veronica Klaus
If I was excited as the curtain went up, I was even more elated when
I realised that in addition to the promising team writing, composing
and directing the show, a truly amazing cast had been assembled...the
incredible Nigel Richards, whose song at the end of Act I was truly
a show stopper!...
The San Jose Mercury 3/9/04 Karen D'Souza
Luckily, Wilson has assembled a mesmerizing cast that can pull off
the peculiar in high style. Matt McGrath rivets as Wilhelm, a mild-mannered
clerk driven to bloodlust by his newly bargained skill as a marksman..Faithful..does
muster up a creepy little leer..but McGrath lets the full emotional
weight of the fable invest his every gesture...Jack Willis likewise
electrifies as the vaguely vampiric carnival barker type who invite
us into this universe of howling maniacs like George, the deft Nigel
Richards and twittering coquettes..
The In dependant Review 26/5/04 Keith Shadwick (London)
...there is scarcely a character or action that engages our sympathy..despite
the elaborate colour schemes and movement, and the best efforts of
the ...actors, who work hard to make it all mean something (as does
the excellent musical ensemble in the pit). Chief among them is Nigel
Richards, principally playing Georg Schmid, who is led astray by the
devil in the pursuit of ultimate happiness. His sense of stillness,
wonderfully precise movements and sheer dignity...almost saves this
from damnation...
The Sunday Telegraph 30/5/04 Ben Thompson (London)
Devilsh rasp and quaver
Few people would deny that the grizzled soak Tom Waits has written
music of extraordinary beauty...now that a British audience can at
last hear these songs in the theatrical setting for which they were
originally intended, their human virtues shine through...with macabre
and satisfying gusto, The Black Rider The Show colonises the middle-ground
between the Addams Family and Samuel Beckett (or Bertold Brecht and
Tim Burton). For
all the smoke and mirrors of Wilson's stagecraft- magical folding
trees, scary birds-head silhouettes- the real excitement is in the
orchestra pit. Far from the jaded hacks who sometimes occupy that
space, Bent Clausen's all-star eight-piece band seize the opportunity
to express
themselves on a grand scale...
Two remarkable performances steal (Marianne's) show: one is Mary
Margaret O'Hara's Katchen, a stepford wife with Tourettes. The other
is Nigel
Richards's amazing hunting boy, the demonic progeny of Bjork and
Adolph Hitler, with a little bit of Human League's Phil Oakey thrown
in for
good measure.
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