an audience of the deaf and blind
by Douglas
Messerli
Steven Sater
(Book and lyrics, based on a play by Frank Wedekind), Duncan Sheik (music) Spring Awakening / a production of the
Deaf West Theatre, the performance Howard Fox and I attended was on May 30,
2015 at the Bram Goldsmith Theater at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the
Performing Arts in Beverly Hills, California
Throughout most of its existence through
the rest of the 20th century, Wedekind’s homily to bourgeois society
was threatened with censorship and closings. As late as 1962 the play,
performed in England, was threatened with closure, and was allowed a run of
only two nights in censored form. It was not until Joseph Papp’s 1978 New York
production that the play actually became fully available on stage to the
American public.* And it was not until the early 21st century production of a
musical version in 2006, with book and lyrics by Steven Sater and music by
Duncan Sheik, that the work actually received the attention it might have for
over 100 years—if only the sexually terrified parents it hectored had been able
to remember their own youths.
Yet even the other day, so The New York Times reported, a high
school teacher in Connecticut was fired for attempting to explain to a student
the sexual meanings of an explicit poem by Allen Ginsberg, precisely what the
character Melchior, punished by being sent to a reformatory institution,
attempts to do for his friend Moritz. Is it any wonder that parents throughout
modern history have been terrified by a story, involving young teenagers, that
portrays the inability of the older generation to talk about sexuality and the
younger generations’ encounters with detailed sexual explications, physical and
sexual abuse (emanating from both parents and peers), incest, masturbation,
rape, homosexuality, sadomasochist behavior, suicide, and abortion? Even Tennessee
Williams, to my knowledge, never encompassed all of these in a single play!
Wedekind’s play may be, as the august The New York Times argued in 1955, after
a Provincetown Playhouse revival, an “old-fashioned sermon,” but it certainly
did not feel like an outdated play of ideas in the Deaf West Theatre
production Howard Fox and I attended the other day at Beverly Hills’ Wallis
Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts. The work seemed as relevant to
today’s hormone-charged teenagers than ever before, particularly given the fact
that we
Wedekind, who’d had personal experience,
so his journals have since revealed, with nearly all of these “unspoken”
dilemmas of youth, might also have introduced the subject of syphilis,
prostitution, and pathological jealousy—all of with which he’d been involved,
beside the subjects he brought up in his play—but that is not truly the issue
here. Our children, whether we want to believe it or not, are daily faced with
conundrums which they cannot fully comprehend and with which many adults are
utterly uncomfortable with speaking about. If there was ever a significant
definition of the “generational gap,” Spring
Awakening speaks it and underlines it in bold strokes.
O, I'm
gonna be your wound
O, I'm
gonna bruise you
O, you're gonna be my bruise
And
in the openly rebellious sing-along, the students, led by their intellectually
superior Melchior (a charming Austin McKenszie) speaks out:
[MELCHIOR]
There's
a moment you know
You're
fucked
Not an
inch more room
To self
destruct
No more
moves, oh, yeah
The dead
end zone
Man, you
just can't call
Your
soul your own.
Yet, for the most part, the Slater-Sheik
score simply reiterates the ideals of a young people blinded by their
generations’ simplistic beliefs, but also filled with the absolute openness of
young people who simply cannot imagine (fortunately) all the horrors in the
life ahead they will have to face:
I believe
I believe
I believe
Oh, I
believe
There is
love in Heaven
I suppose that in a world where you’re not
permitted to believe in love on earth, Heaven is a great alternative, but it
precisely that lack of imagination which resulted, as we know in hindsight, in
this same generation’s terrible fates in World War I, and their children’s
children’s horrible deaths in World War II. The musical ends, as I suppose such
faith-inspired paeans to youth must always do, with a Hallmark card-inspired
song, “The Song of Purple Summer” that might remind some older playgoers of the
1968 musical Hair’s “The Flesh Failures (Let the Sunshine In).”
And even in this relatively tamed
expression of the testosterone-driven boys and girls, Sater and Sheik have felt
the need to tone down Wedekind’s honest shrieks against bourgeois notions of
correctness, shifting Melchior’s rape of his beloved Wendla (Sandra Mae
Frank/voiced by Katie Boeck) to a confusing give-and-take between the
sexes—behavior which, as I’ve described elsewhere, as encouraging males, at
least of my generation, to close their ears to female protests.
But the real villain of both Wedekind’s
original play and this musical concoction remains the very attendees of the
performance, whether we be truly parents (or, as in my own case, complacent
adults who have not had to deal the terrifyingly joyful experience of
parenthood). And that fact makes Wedekind’s work a kind of unbearably tearful
reunion with reality, with the confusion, longings, and impossible dreams we
all had as youths, now so terribly unfulfilled and forgotten. Wedekind’s play,
accordingly, no matter how fully we realize its truths, can never be a truly
pleasant experience for the elders who might bother to attend the theater
event. These young people (even when they are a bit older than the characters
they play) will always be a reminder of our own failures, a truth the Deaf West
Theater performers made even more poignant, by madly signing the words they
expressed to an audience that was not only deaf to their metaphorical
expressions of pains, perhaps, but primarily blind to what they were trying to
tell us.
*Even
reviewers, such as Arthur Gelb, writing of an earlier production of this work
characterized it as an “awkward play.”
Los
Angeles, June 1, 2015
Reprinted
from USTheater, Opera, and Performance (June 2015)
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