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Oedipus the King is more than just the story of a guy who got a little too close to Mommy. It's a 2,500-year-old text that set the standard for Greek tragedy - and thus every serious example of stage drama that's come after it. That rich pedigree is one of the reasons that veteran director/performer (and theater-history teacher) John DiDonna chose Sophocles' immortal narrative for the debut of his Empty Spaces Theatre Company - the latter the latest in a seemingly endless string of producing collectives this workaholic has helped to establish. DiDonna says that he and Empty Spaces co-founder Seth Kubersky have treated Oedipus like a new play, breaking it down to its primal essentials and building it back up as a typically experimental evening of outdoor theater that emphasizes "tribal" and "ritual" elements. Even if those words ordinarily fill you with theatergoing dread - the cast of Hair was a "tribe," remember? - DiDonna's spotless rep is impetus enough to look forward to this talked-about foray, which will be enhanced by live drumming, chanting and Asian puppetry. As Freudian icon Oedipus moves ever closer toward his eye-gouging destiny, a highly athletic 12-member chorus will gyrate to rhythmically compelling musical accompaniment that's to be banged out on drums, flutes, gongs, wood blocks, rattles and some instruments created especially for this production. Kick out the jams, motherfuckers. ( 8 p.m. at Studio Theatre Courtyard ; through April 17; 407-328-9005; $12, $15) |
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Orlando Sentinel'Oedipus' flex: A king's story A theater company reshapes Sophocles' classic with a more primitive bent.
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![]() 'Oedipus the King.' (DARIN WHYLAND) Apr 1, 2005 |
What kind of Greek chorus is this?
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Actors including Lora Massey (right) rehearse 'Oedipus the King' recently in the Theatre Garage at Amelia Street and Hughey Avenue in Orlando. The Downtown Arts District is turning several garage spaces into theaters. (JULIE FLETCHER/ORLANDO SENTINEL) April 4, 2005 |
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A new twist to an ancient mamma's boyBy T.I. Fraser
Orlando CityBeat Writer April 6, 2005 Is there any way to wrench tension from a 2000-year-old play whose influence is melted into Western society's cultural fabric like the plot of The Cat in the Hat? No. The Empty Spaces Theatre Company's production of Oedipus the King is not about to grip you with new suspense. But can it still rock? Oh, sure. Ripped from its Grecian homeland, Oedipus has been re-envisioned by director John DiDonna's to reflect a tribally surreal setting in an anonymous African-like country. The location move is not as jarring as one would expect. The themes seem appropriate in this setting as dothe over-the-top performances . DiDonna also readapted the script. It's a piece of literature that's been translated into almost as many languages as the Bible, so one more version couldn't hurt, right? This is where I would normally say "wrong." However, DiDonna's script is very faithful to the original text (or at least the English translations I've read), maintaining the integrity of the most literary lines. ("Today you shall know both your birth and your destruction" rocks almost as hard as "Yippee-ki-yi-yea, mother fucker.") The story opens with the citizens of Thebes led by the priest of Zeus (Jeff Lindberg), appealing to their good king Oedipus (DiDonna) to fix . something. There's thievery, murder, stillbirths. It's so bad that when they finally hear about a natural death, they're really happy about it. (Somehow the people have time amid all the suffering to spend their days in wild orgies of prayer.) Oedipus, being named king after saving the town from the Sphinx, sends his brother-in-law Creon (Christian Kelty) to the Delphic Oracle for an answer to the problems. Creon says the town must oust a murderer: the one who killed the old king, Laius. If you don't know where this is going, then I'll spare you the spoilers (but condemn you for not paying attention in ninth-grade English). The most obvious of DiDonna's changes is the chorus, a half-naked ("half" being modest to ancient Greece) crew of rabble-rousers. Instead of singsong exposition, DiDonna keeps them limited to three-word repetitive phrases spoken at varying volumes while prancing and kicking up dust. It's a move that recalls the chaotic sensuality of DiDonna's greatest influence, Julie Tamor, director of the stage version of The Lion King . The costumes are minimalist. (it's amazing what you can do with black Hanes and some burlap.) Minor characters are authentically represented by chorus members with puppets and masks. My personal favorite interpretation is that of the hermaphroditic blind prophet Teiresias, here presented as an old man with a stripper attached to him. In case you aren't familiar with how Greek tragedy is performed, it's loud. In DiDonna's version, the actor's do it great justice (except Kelty, whose effeminate Creon is equally appropriate). The importance and confidence with which the actors approach their task kept me distracted from watching to see if any boobs would fall out during the dances. Through all the changes, the play remains a fascinating experience. DiDonna, who also played Frank N. Furter in last year's Rocky Horror Picture Show , adequately drives home the main point of this piece: Oedipus may be "hero to all," but he screwed his mom. Copyright © 2005, OrlandoCityBeat.com |
Ink19 Archikulture Digest
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Last month I saw Molière on a trampoline, and this month we have Oedipus on Survivor Island. While purist may cringe, this lively and sexy romp though one of the greatest tragedies of Greece fills the smoky, dusty Studio Theater Courtyard. A few yard of sand and some Amdro set the stage for the skimpily dressed chorus, smeared with paint and symbols of a dozen cultures. All wear grass anklets and arm bands, and the principals dress in cast off furs and Egyptian face paint. A set of drummers makes a jungle rhythm and you feel your not in Greece or UCF but in a lost land with no cell phones and no credit cards and no way to flip the channel. AND you get a comfy directors chair to sit in! You may recall the story - when Oedipus was born, the oracles predicts he will kill his father. The child is mutilated and abandoned in the mountains, only to be recovers and sent to Corinth by kindly shepherds. There he becomes heir to the Corinthian throne, and returns to Thebes and semi -accidentally fulfills the prophecy, causing famine and plague on his countrymen. The Gods have only one solution for this sin - exile or death. Go figure. As the story unfolds, the chorus swarms the audience and players, alternately cowering and bullying, and often resorting to puppets to play the crowd of Thebes. At the height of the show, Oedipus (DiDonna) and Creon (Kelty) rise up on the backs of this ragtag chorus to argue 8 feet in the sky, floating as robots in an Anime film. Grit and dirt cover everything, and a rain day would turn this show in to a mud wrestling orgy. Hmmm.Oedipus In Mud.it COULD work! All in all, this is one of the coolest theatric events I've ever seen, partly because of the skill in adapting and staging, and partly because it's so unexpected. Like Blair Witch, I doubt anyone could pull this off again, but I highly recommended putting on some old clothes and tramping down to see it. For more information on Empty Spaces Theater Company, visit www.emptyspacestheatre.org |
Orlando Weekly
By Al Krulick Published 4/7/2005
Now compare this great monarch's actions to the devolved notion of leadership practiced today. Our mayor states that he didn't know that an employee of his campaign did the very illegal thing he was hired to do - and if he did, it was not his fault. Our congressman doesn't know who paid for his trip abroad and was too busy to find out if the contribution was illegal - and if it was, he is not to blame. Our president spends $10 million of tax money for a pantomime investigation to conveniently let him off the hook for his WMD charade, so that he will not have to take responsibility for something that everyone knows he was responsible for in the first place. Yes, compared to these political pygmies, Oedipus was a god. So his fall from his noble position qualifies as a tragic event in the Empty Spaces Theatre Company's spirited production of Oedipus the King , at the outdoor courtyard of the Studio Theatre. For this Oedipus, played with scorching determination by John DiDonna, who also doubles as the play's director, is truly a man of the people. When Oedipus plummets, his people suffer. When he has his terrifying moment of anagnorisis - finally discovering that he has indeed fulfilled the terrible destiny that he has always run from (that of killing his father and marrying his mother) - the tremors are societal and not just personal. Even during the time of Sophocles, some 2,500 years ago, the tale of Oedipus was well known. But over the eons, the play's meaning has changed with the times. The classic exegesis concerns Oedipus' tragic flaw and how even the highborn can be brought low by hubris. In the 20th century, much was made of the play's psychosexual content; thus the term "Oedipus complex" to describe a son's unnatural attachment to his mother. Then there has always been the work's exploration of whether fate or chance rules the realm of mankind. But DiDonna has decided to bring the social aspects of the play to the surface with his insistence that the Theban chorus mirror all the angst and suffering of the royal family. Indeed, as soon as the thatched and bikini-clad denizens of the doomed city arrive on the scene to the pounding of drums, first to be raptured by the local priest (Jeff Lindberg) and then to plead with Oedipus to save them once again from their providence, it is clear that in this production, the politics will be local. DiDonna and his choreographer, Anna DeMers, have also infused the company's actions with terrific theatrics that give the play a visual power that is stunning and graceful. Add Les Caulfield's puppets and an outdoor set illumined by oil flame lamps and the result is a journey to a different time - a time before honest introspection was replaced by a cynical PR spin and loyalty to the truth was more important than clinging to temporal power. In Empty Spaces' Oedipus the King , we get to see not only how the mighty have fallen, but also how greatness must be underscored with a determination to do what is right and not what one can get away with. |