{"id":79,"date":"2016-09-29T06:54:49","date_gmt":"2016-09-29T06:54:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pratikbasu.in\/blog\/?p=79"},"modified":"2016-09-29T06:54:49","modified_gmt":"2016-09-29T06:54:49","slug":"in-ten-sentences-or-less-12-theatre-of-the-absurd-act-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pratikbasu.in\/blog\/in-ten-sentences-or-less-12-theatre-of-the-absurd-act-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"In Ten Sentences Or Less [12] – Theatre of the Absurd – Act II"},"content":{"rendered":"

With most multinational Companies \u2013 past champions of niche events for niche audiences \u2013 having fled Kolkata for cities and local governments more friendly to business and less militant in their trade union pursuits, the mantle of keeping English theatre going (though, on the evidence of talent that I was to later discover, why that should be a priority remains one of life\u2019s great conundrums) seems to have shifted to two of Kolkata\u2019s most legendary Clubs, their annual staging of English plays by in-house talent veritable landmarks in the city\u2019s overactive social and cultural calendar. So, in keeping with the competitive, not-always-so-friendly spirit that pervades Kolkata\u2019s club scene, the first night\u2019s performance of \u201cRumours\u201d was preceded by a fusillade of publicity \u2013 lavish circulars, frequent SMS alerts, quarter-page press ads sponsored by the publication itself (the media owner being a respected and influential member of the Club\u2019s executive committee and a past president to boot), seductive, multicoloured posters on bulletin boards and display windows of high-traffic shops on the city\u2019s main street, et al <\/em>although why such an avalanche of promotion was deemed necessary remains a mystery since entry was free and meant only for the Club\u2019s members and their guests (among whom I featured) unless it was for the aggrandisement of the performers and to help them claim the 15 minutes of fame that Warhol, with great perspicacity, had predicted for everyone 50 years ago.<\/p>\n

It was no surprise, therefore, to find the auditorium rented for the opening night – the Club not having one of its own – stuffed to the rafters with the who\u2019s who of Kolkata\u2019s English-speaking elite, which, by that definition, put the median age of the audience at 60-plus and bestowed upon the soon-to-be revealed actors the “young-ness” that an unexpected ceremony preceding the staging was at great pains to stress. The emcee, not to be denied his own share of Warholian renown, started by claiming 15 minutes of stage time and having quickly run out of superlatives to describe the performance to follow paraded before his captive audience, in quick order, the director whose debut effort this was, the president for showing faith in the Club\u2019s intrinsic talent pool (or, more likely, approving the budget for the project) and several distinguished (though indistinguishable) people from the front row of the audience \u2013 Club members, all – for their invaluable contributions to the cause of English theatre, inducing from each person another speech of self-congratulation richly endowed with the superlatives he had run out of, not for want of trying nor any sense of modesty but, possibly, because his vocabulary did not extend that far.<\/p>\n

Despite leaving no stone unturned to create a positive predisposition towards the performance including a Presidential address that seemed to suggest, with mild but unmistakable menace, that he had a personal stake in the project and any expressed dislike of the performance was tantamount, in a word, to rebellion and a flouting of Club etiquette punishable by debarment, I could not suppress a sense of shock (and awe) when the curtains finally parted and the protagonists were revealed, supposedly young, upwardly mobile, New York\u00a0 suburbanites but who, in size, guise and demeanour could not transcend middle-aged, under-exercised, over-indulged Kolkata, fed on rich street foods and sweets, drunk on single malts and beer and garbed in dress that glaringly accentuated the unfortunate consequences of excess and intemperance when they were designed\u00a0to do just the opposite. What followed was ninety minutes of dramatic anarchy as the actors, unrehearsed in their staging (or their memory impaired by years of Bacchanalian excess), stumbled about the stage in complete disarray, missing cues and comedic timing, hamming it up to distract from forgotten lines, addressing each other by the wrong names because of their unfamiliarity with them (Hank becoming Hal, Dick Mick, Jane Joan and Sally Molly), improvising with physical humour – of the sitting-on-a-nail, pie-in-the-face variety – when the playwright\u2019s gems missed their intended mark (as they most often did), slipping accents with fluid looseness between Calcutta and California, New York and New Delhi,\u00a0 Louisiana and Ludhiana or all three combined in one extended piece of dialogue and screaming like banshees (the women) or hollering like lumberjacks (the men) in moments of dramatic intensity, voice immoderation standing in for voice modulation in a misguided attempt to showcase histrionic ability.<\/p>\n

But, if the rapturous, uninhibited, standing ovation at the end of the opening night\u2019s performance was anything to go by, the show was an unqualified success and I the only alienated critic and dissenter, except that, as one of the rare non-members of the Club present in the audience that evening,\u00a0I can afford to air an adverse opinion without fear of being blackballed or censured, although it’s improbable that another such invitation will ever come my way again (for which small mercy I’m not ungrateful).<\/p>\n

Though, if the grapevine is to be believed (as indeed it should\u00a0since in-house talent scouting is reported to have\u00a0begun), its competitive spirit ignited by the “unqualified success” of Rumours,<\/em> the Club that I am<\/em> a member of – and hope to continue to be – is seriously contemplating a similar annual event starting with the staging of\u00a0Peter Shaffer’s\u00a0Equus,\u00a0<\/em>where, in\u00a0a feat of unique\u00a0oneupmanship that no other Club can match,\u00a0\u00a0the horses the young protagonist has a pathological religious fascination for will actually come\u00a0from the Club’s own stables; or so I’m told!<\/p>\n

I quake\u00a0at the prospect.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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