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Real Wild Child: previews of the Wildside Festival

The 27th edition of the Wildside Theatre Festival runs from January 18th to February 8th, bringing original, odd, and awe-inspiring new works to Old Montreal. 

Historically, Wildside was the showcase destination for some of the city’s standouts from the prior summer’s St. Ambroise Fringe Festival, giving experimental and independent works that won acclaim centre stage at the Centaur come winter.

Tetsuro Shigematsu’s Empire of the Sun (2016), the Me-Too era bouffon black comedy Don’t Read the Comments by Sarah Segal-Lazar (2020), and the pre-Me-Too era solo performance art piece by Leslie Baker, Fuck You! You Fucking Perv! (2015), are among the most memorable recent shows for me.

For this year’s festival, Wildside’s curator, Rose Plotek, has created a lineup of new works from artists and theatre companies based mostly in Montreal. Still Life is an English language premiere of a French play examining a young woman’s experience of generalized anxiety, produced by Talisman Theatre, and Ricki is realized by the prolific minds at Scapegoat Carnivale. The emerging artists company Scaredy Cat Theatre presents Plays for the End of the World, an anthology of slice-of-life scenes exploring morality, violence, grief, and the haunting specter of loneliness.

A special edition of Confabulation, a bi-coastal storytelling series promises to demonstrate how brevity is the key to wit. And rounding out the programming is a Montreal music series sure to fill the Centaur’s lobby bar with a raucous atmosphere.

Artists from each of these events shared a bit about what the Wildside Festival means to them, and what they hope audiences will derive from their experiments in indie drama, during what the theatre scene lovingly dubs: “the hottest two weeks of winter.”

Alison Darcy, co-director of Ricki

Ricky, photo by Helena Vallès

“I feel very lucky to co-direct this show. I am also so curious to see how audiences will react to the way we are playing with tone and delivery, along with some of the bolder choices we have decided not to shy away from. But mostly I hope that they feel the characters’ journeys align with them, that the story can flood their senses and leave them with questions and ideas.

The Wildside Festival gives freedom to go where you want with your art, jamming on wilder and wilder ideas with all the mad creatives we have on this show, and not letting practicalities stop our imaginations too much.”

Anisa Cameron, producer & co-creator of Choose Your End 

Anisa Cameron (left) and Sarah Blumel (right)

“Our favorite thing about Choose Your End is how the arc of the story we are offering clicked into place through the songs we have written. We are excited for audiences to be surprised by the levity you can experience by embracing the end of the world as we know it. The spirit of the Wildside Festival means pushing the boundaries of what we consider theatre to be.”

Anna Morreale, performer & creator of Plays for the End of the World

Anna Morreale

“I’m really excited for audiences to witness our first project as a company. Our collective was born out of our shared experiences in Montreal, but we haven’t been able to perform here yet. I think this work will really speak to audiences in this city and that we will really benefit from their feedback.

Wildside is such an important festival for theatre that is both emerging and courageous. This project doesn’t necessarily fit a lot of traditional theatre’s aesthetics or mandates, but it works perfectly at this festival. Being anglophone theatre makers, it’s so important for us to have spaces like the Wildside who are devoted to developing and showcasing new work.”

Rhiannon Collett, translator of Still Life

Rhiannon Collett

“I think that translation is an extremely valuable bridge between the anglophone and francophone communities in Montreal. It’s a really magical experience to translate someone else’s work — whereas playwriting feels like probing a raw nerve, translation is refreshing in its distance. When translating, I feel a fierce connection to the piece and a commitment to ensure that the heart of it is felt authentically in a new language. 

I love this play more every time I read it, and I think that many members of the audience will relate to the themes, which, tragically, seem to become more relevant every year. I always walk away from a reading of this play feeling a little less alone in my struggles and I hope you will, too. Also, it’s really fucking funny.

Sarah Segal-Lazar, director of the Music Series

Left to right; Tyler Miller (guitar), Sarah Segal-Lazar (microphone), Alex Lepanto (drums), Elijah Fisch (bass guitar)

With the Centaur Music Series, I create and curate music shows that are thematically or culturally linked to the plays that Centaur programs. For the Wildside edition, I’ve been inspired by how Montreal-centric the Scapegoat play Ricki is, so my band and I will be rocking out in the gallery, featuring songs all about the 514.”

I love the Centaur Music series because it’s a beautiful venn diagram of theatre lovers and music lovers. We get people who just saw the play upstairs and are sticking around for the music, as well as folks who’ve come just for the music event. Wildside has a long tradition of having music in the gallery, so I know that it’ll be an absolute blast.”◼︎

The Centaur Theatre Presents the Wildside Festival in collaboration with La Chapelle Scènes Contemporaines, 18 January – 8 February 2024.

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Stories From The Beach, Stories From The Stage

La Chapelle Scènes Contemporaines bustles with the warmth of a full house for opening night of The Beach and Other Stories, and the welcome is reciprocated throughout the evening.

Presented as part of Montreal’s contemporary dance institution Danse-Cité’s 42nd season, and with provocative programming ongoing throughout the coming months, it is clear that the dynamite team of Bulgarian-born Montreal-based Maria Kefirova and the live arts multi-disciplinarian Michael Martini is also the perfect pairing of gesture and text, philosophy and practice.

The stage, roped off into a rectangular performance space, features set pieces of a workaday office — a desk, a tablet, a lamp, a folder. This particular folder, though, contains the heart and soul of the show: two dozen or so large, glossy prints of candid, urban colour photographs.

Kefirova reveals each photo with some form of singular physical engagement, gliding one across her torso, another over her arm, then casting each one straight out to her audience, away from herself, in a slowly crystallizing snowflake that takes over centre-stage.

These photos are collected again throughout the performance while Kefirova speaks softly into a microphone, illuminating each image with untethered first-person narratives that engage and implicate the audience. And the audience adores her brand of storytelling.

“I am weaving a corporeal reality out of a fictional narrative.” Maria Kefirova photographed by Vanessa Fortin.

For a show in a dance series, text is surprisingly indelible to the composition of The Beach and Other Stories. Kefirova maintains a velvety consistency in her vocal tone that has the enraptured crowd bursting into delighted giggles whenever she inserts a plot twist, some unexpected profanity, or deadpans a sense of absurdity.

The Beach and Other Stories concludes with the pay-off of fully embodied choreography and ecstatic engagement with the space. After challenging the room to listen and interpret a narrative for the majority of the runtime, to watch and feel what dance does is certainly well earned. The work ultimately finds a niche for itself in Montreal’s long-standing tradition of avant-garde living arts.

“I am weaving a corporeal reality out of a fictional narrative,” Kefirova says, “searching to bring multidimensionality to a photographical archive from the 90s in post-communist Bulgaria. Body and text are short-circuiting the suggestive power of the images, recasting imaginary worlds, and writing alternative histories.”

Below, the playwright Michael Martini answers a few of our critic’s questions about his process, his motivations, and his chemistry with Kefirova.

Michael Martini photographed by Félix Bonnevie.

What does dance as a medium do for you as an artist that other modes of performance do not?

Martini: I think the contemporary dance community in Montreal is quite singular in how mutually supportive the artists are of each other. There’s no nitpicking with form, and a strong will to centre the artist’s agency in creation processes and productions.

As a playwright who doesn’t see characters or dialogue as a given in text to begin with, I feel very liberated working on non-theatre performances. In dance and performance art, I feel there’s generally a perspective on text as a tool or an object valued as a sort of counterweight to abstraction, rather than an all-ruling container.

The artist onstage is the artist onstage first, maybe doing some shapeshifting into characters, but not a character at the mercy of a text first.

What is your favourite thing about Maria Kefirova as a performer?

Martini: Maria’s performance is full of humour, mystery, and a nice overlap between the rough and the elegant. It’s a work full of secret little nuggets if you listen and watch closely — and let Maria cast her spell on you.

What drew you most to this project?

Martini: Maria and I met on a literally scorching hot road trip to perform at Summerworks in Toronto last year, as a sort of Montreal delegation. We connected well — over a shared occasional craving for liver, especially — and Maria invited me some weeks later to participate in writing exercises for her new artistic concepts.

In just a few sessions, the two of us wrote in a sort of ping-pong style over photographs she had brought in of Bulgaria in the 90s, and before we knew it, we had a body of text that seemed to Maria enough to anchor a new creation.

Working with Maria is inspiring. She is incisive, while remaining mysterious. It’s hard to know her next move, and she manages a balance of secret-keeping and generosity in her process that I’m thankful to be in proximity to.◼︎

The Danse-Cité series continues in May, 2024, with Taiwanese-Canadian interdisciplinary dance artist Nien Tzu Weng’s production, 光影 光陰 (Guāngyǐng guāngyīn).

Cover image: Vanessa Fortin

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Watching People Dance: notes on Festival Quartiers Danses

The Quartier des Spectacles slowly moves their performing arts programming indoors as summer comes to an inevitable close in Montreal, and the Festival Quartiers Danses avails their 11-day lineup in four indoor locations while certain events lure in new audiences from the street.

Only two days into this festival’s lineup, a double-feature of dance pieces draws a full house at the Studio-Theatre of Les Grands Ballets Canadiens in the Wilder Building on Bleury street.

The evening begins with a shorter piece, Disorder, by the Montreal-based hard of hearing choreographer Cai Glover.

Its message: “Every act of translation is an act of betrayal.”

Two male dancers take to the empty stage. One of them recites the thesis of the piece as a live translation of American Sign Language — I was able to recognize the sign for “death” and “dying.” Phrases of text are delivered powerfully between phrases of dance that seem to be extensions and elaborations on ASL, as it affects the upper limbs and requires the expression of the face. Hands and fingers lead the dancer while the other body onstage circles patiently watching, embodying the act of a viewer’s interpretation before interpretation itself occurs.

A fifteen-minute intermission scoots the crowd back out into the high-vaulted concrete-walled lobby while the stage is set for the next presentation, Play Dead, mounted by the Montreal-based dance collective People Watching.

From the first moments, relationships between performers are established — and decidedly gendered. Dancers Brin Schoellkopf, Sabine Van Rensburg, Natasha Patterson, Ruben Ingwersen, Jérémi Lévesque, and Jarrod Takle populate the space in costumes of the last century, wearing flowing dresses in high collars and faded, period suits.

The first act incorporates a parlor room from which the two female dancers let out separate howling screams — ignored by the men there with them — and a dining room table from which ceramic plates are tossed and spun atop rods, seemingly stopping time and space. Baroque decadence stands elegantly in a past era of emotional and sexual repression winding itself up to a crisis of revelations of infidelity and madness in a new era of unfettered passion.

The set design is decidedly domestic, hinting at a decaying opulence; a practical lamp with an elegant shade goes from ambient hearth to a hidden flickering flame, casting shadows of the bodies that encircle it, and the dining room table brakes down on an angle to create a slippery inclined surface a pair of dancers scale in a Sisyphean cycle. It all falls apart just so.

A hanging light suspended threateningly low to the ground swings violently during the climactic moment of crisis where all six dancers are tossed against each other and the walls of this once stately home. The effect is dramatic, Glover and the bodies that bend beneath the light flinch and bloom in its pendulous glow.

This interrogation lamp-style swinging device has been seen before at the New York Opera House in a 2014 production of Macbeth, where Lady M herself sings her soliloquy of the blood on her hands beneath the intense and lowering light of a swinging lamp, which she eventually takes hold of and beams out to the audience.

A smaller-scale version of this illuminated direct address was also done at the Centaur Theatre this past autumn, when the young student victimized by the events of Sexual Misconduct of the Middle Classes throws a handheld light out to the audience, encouraging their voyeurism, offering a physical implement to investigate the story.

The dancers of People Watching build upon an established stylistic theme with this theatrical device that marries together lights, props, set, the human body, and its burden of responsibility. But dance as a medium is not so literal as opera or theatre, and thus is liberated to explore the device joyfully, chaotically, and generously open to interpretation.

The second half of Play Dead revels in an aspiration to the circus arts, where the domestic space is transformed into a dark void. Empty glass bottles are brought in for shadow play and a balancing act effect. A subversion of male aggression is staged where bottles are wound up over the dancer’s shoulder, but instead of being swung weapon-like or thrown down, they are released behind the dancer’s back and swiftly, safely caught. This shtick is repeated some dozen times in a satisfying and reassuring rhythm.

Many moments have the “ta-da!” pacing of circus feats, while others are intentionally a struggle for the dancer. The audience can’t help getting caught up in feelings of intense sympathy, cheering him on in quiet observation as he stumbles through the lineup of hazardously placed bottles. This same dancer returns later to deliver a very queer-coded, almost drag-like dance number after being delicately undressed by the five others, shades on, and lyrics mouthed in resilient camp.

Still, the highlight of the evening is Van Rensburg dancing in and out of an internally illuminated wardrobe. She kneels atop it, gives her yearning scream, and then lowers herself within, rearranging the clothing inside while hanging from the rod. The doors of the wardrobe support her weight as she swings herself perilously up and over the sides, striping off half her costume. It’s a thrilling performance of strength and vulnerability that leaves the room astounded.◼︎

Festival Quartiers Danses continues through 17 September 2023.

Cover image: @emilytucker.creative

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The Horror, The Horror: notes on Fantasia Film Festival

It is not immediately obvious how singular the Fantasia Film Festival is, and how lucky we are to live in a city that plays host to a long-running fest that platforms historical and contemporary genre films from around the world, and from right here in Montreal.

Science fiction, fantasy, and especially horror are genres often overlooked or maligned by large American festival committees, in favour of more serious film modes such as dramas, documentaries, and films based on true stories.

Though we are seeing a shift away from this characteristic exclusion, with the success of original genre films such as Everything Everywhere All At Once and the rising prestige of fantasy in film and television, the Fantasia Festival has championed these sorts of works and held space for their creators and their fans for 27 years.

The thoughtfully curated programming always pairs short films prior to features, so audiences are treated to more meaningful cinematic experiences, often with the artists involved showing up to offer preambulatory context, and thanks to the earnest pride that producers of such works can’t help but show.

Over one week’s worth of films are screened on the downtown Concordia University campus and the relatively new Cinéma du Musée space at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. It was there that a few Montreal-made movies were screened back-to-back to an audience of their cast, crew, and local community.

The Wild World Itself (2023) directed by Finn and Dwight Petrovic is elegantly shot with an evenhanded approach to well-composed framing and shaky-cam country chase scenes. The film features grounded roles for its young leading actors, and a campy revelry from the supporting villainous characters. Joshua Bilbao and Devin Bell star as a pair of young boys on the run from a punitive cult of survivors, lending the world of the film’s grueling conditions out to the audience as we ride along with them. Edited around its compelling original score, composed by father-son team Finn and Goran Petrovic, the film’s powerful performances shine from every shot.

Emptiness (2023) directed by Onur Karaman is a bold, stylish psychodrama of a thriller, shot with luminous Montreal talent. A stark, desolate farm keeps Louise (Stephanie Breton), a disabled woman, fearfully lonely as she holds out hope for the return of her missing husband, while under the watchful eyes of the women in her house, played by Anana Rydvald and Julie Trépanier. Remarkable special effects of smoke-and-mirror spookiness are used sparingly; instead the film’s visual language relies heavily on black-and-white cinematography to emphasize the shadowy unknown mystery of Louise’s husband’s whereabouts. Selective vivid reds menace her dream sequences and memories as they blur together. The effect pays off.

Wraith (2023) directed by Samuel Edward Mac is a film in which natural playmates fantasy and horror are fused flawlessly. Much like The Wild World Itself, a whole wild world is revealed to the additive in the span of a short film’s run time. A brave but wary warrior (played to perfection by video game action star Shawn Baishoo) is tasked with confronting the wraith of the woods (Nicky Fournier) who terrorizes his body and soul. An impressive script manages to avoid falling into the traps that beset writers of fantasy — to use clichés or attempts at archaic speech patterns. A perfect, Fantasia-defining piece.

If you’re looking for thrilling ways to spend the weekend, spread open the colourful program, throw a dart, and catch everything there is left to see. Their Instagram is alive and buzzing with dazzling shots of events and screenings, and the lineup is lit up with some surefire delights for film novices and cinephiles alike.◼︎

The Fantasia Film Festival continues through 9 August 2023.

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Forty Whacks: notes on Lizzie (the Musical)

The story of Lizzie Borden, a young American woman who in 1892 infamously slew her father and step-mother, lends itself generously to the steampunk Burton-esque aesthetic of Lizzie (the Musical).

You’ve got your murderous spunky daughter belting anthems of being a girlboss with an ax, an even spunkier Irish servant rocking teased out hair and the eye liner of our turn-of-the-2010s youth, all backed by a band of mostly girls on guitar, bass, and drums, who share the stage with the actors. It’s got many moving parts that serve its whole.

Directed by Nadia Verucci who was most recently on Centaur Theatre’s stage in At The Beginning of Time, every choice and every voice in this show is dripping in the playful darkness of the feminine gaze. The first thing you hear sung out by the ensemble of four is the creepy little rhyme that has immortalized and reduced Lizzie’s story:

Lizzie Borden took an ax / Gave her mother forty whacks

When he saw what she had done / She gave her father forty-one

The rock opera that follows is all speculative historical fiction — a literary genre I am partial to — about what might have motivated this familial violence. 

Lizzie, played very stoically, never campy by Erin Carter, bemoans her awful mistreatment by her father, and she and her elder sister, Emma, played by producer, musician, and veteran of the stage Noelle Hannibal, sing together of their common struggle for security threatened by their step-mother making alterations to their father’s will.

All the unhappiness in the house of Borden is borne by Bridget, their maid, whose status below the Borden sisters makes her an unwilling accomplice and receiver of abuse in turns, and is given great voice by Skyler Clark. The fourth character is their neighbour, Alice Russell, played by Courtney Crawford, who comes to be an important witness during the trial scenes that incriminate Lizzie, and who shares a doomed romance with her. One hopes for a queer romance on stage in the heart of Montreal’s Gay Village at the start of the summer theatre season, and while the chemistry between them was tepid, we might chalk that up to the restriction of their corsets, the actresses channeling all passion and heart into their voices rather than their bodies.

Montreal is a great city for music and a fine city for theatre, enriched by its bisected linguistic worlds where both are made, and in some cases publicly funded and supported. We are not a big city for large-scale ambitious musical theatre, especially indie musical theatre. The creative limitations of small budgets, strange spaces, and limited resources can, however, be where creative risks and a rock-and-roll philosophy thrive.

Lizzie (the Musical) full cast photographed by Romantic Photographic

Théâtre La Comédie was the perfect venue for a show of this scale, the lighting and stage design more oriented to a rock show than theatrical performances. The band members were enlisted for occasional stagecraft, as when guitarist Emilie Coutu takes a step away from shredding to escort Miss Lizzie Borden to her “prison cell,” conveyed more by the use of their bodies than any superfluous set pieces.

I wish this same minimalist sensibility could have kept the production design from the over-reliance on a small projection screen centre-stage that threw up inconsistent photographs of the given settings (a 19th century photo of the crime scene jarringly contrasted with a full-colour daylit photo of an American courthouse that looked pulled right off of Google Maps) and most regrettably, the title and theme lines of almost every song sung projected behind the singers in a tawdry white cursive font on black. The audience trusts the performers, musical and theatrical, to sing and speak and move in ways that clue us to all that was hammered home on that little unnecessary screen.

In a town where musical theatre can’t (and shouldn’t) take itself too seriously, Lizzie (the Musical) came together by the grace of love and support from within and beyond its team, warmly received by audiences, and mounted at the most fitting venue.

Fans of this show will also love the WISTA production of Prom coming to the West Island later this summer. And see more of Skyler Clark’s range in Johnny Legdick: the Fabled Rock Opera running Off-Fringe at Cafe Cleopatra in early June.◼︎

Photos: Romantic Photographic.

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