to the hills
by Douglas Messerli
William
DuBois Haiti
/ directed by Ellen Geer at Will Geer’s
Theatricum Botanicum (Topanga Canyon, California) / I attended the performance
on Sunday, September 2, 2018 with Pablo Capra and Christina Carlos
If Wilder’s play is almost abstract in its barebones attitude, DuBois’
play hearkens back to the theater traditions of high melodrama and historical
documentation that clearly lays out the moral ground of its figures. How can an
audience not root for the Haitians, whose Creole citizens fought against
British rule, and were the first country in the Western Hemisphere to abolish
slavery and the first free Black nation, not side with this country’s
anti-colonialist heroes, Touissant L’Ouverture (Rodrick Jean-Charles) and his
General Christophe (the dashing Max Lawrence) in their strategic retreat and
later battles with Napoleon’s army, who has arrived via a frigate, complete
with Napoleon’s sister, to “sway” the Haitians to return to the fold of obeisance
to their rule.
The Haitian leaders of 1804, who now occupy the last of the large
colonial estates, argue between themselves on how to protect their territory
and government. The sly Touissant wants his soldiers to take to the hills—such
an appropriate desire, given this production in the Geer family Theatricum
Botanicum lies literally in the middle of the Topanga Canyon hills—to gradually
wear-down their opponents, as opposed the more radical Christophe’s insistence
that they begin the fight at the port where the French are about to arrive.
Yet
Touissant knows better; the French will not be able to survive their mountain
fights with the Haitians nor the climate, with its malarial mosquitoes, and the
lack of protection from the island’s storms (all of which, of course, now
reminds us of just how resourceful the Haitians, given the storms and
earthquakes, despite the lack of organized US help, during they have managed,
at very many times throughout history, their almost impossible survival).
Indeed, the actors themselves literally do take “to the hills” before our very
eyes, as the company uses, as in so many other Theatricum productions, the
craggy landscape in which the theater sits. In this case, the hills are quite
actually alive with Haitian revolutionaries.
When the French peevishly arrive at the former mansion, once owned by
the family of the now royal consort, Odette (Tiffany Coty), along with unhappy
Colonel Roche (Tavis I. Baker) and his nearly always complaining wife, Pauline
(Lea Madda), they discover no one around except for one seemingly obeisant
servant, Jacqueline (the powerful Earnestine Phillips) who hides throughout
most of this work behind a kind of stereotype of the Aunt Jemima-like maid, a
woman who bows to her conquerors as if she were still the slave which she once
was.
In
fact, Jacqueline had an affair with the owner of the estate, birthing Odette,
and has determined to stay on in this ridiculous position simply to care after
her daughter, or, as she puts it, “rehear her lover’s voice.”
Although it might have been to the eyes of the 1930s US viewers terribly
controversial to have an “octoroon” heroine (DuBois evidently kept his cast of
blacks and whites from touching one another), in French culture such issues of
miscegenation were often easily assimilated for French colonialists in
Martinique, Haiti, and even New Orleans. For the French is was not so much a
matter of skin-color, but a matter of class, of the proper education, and
pedigree. Dozens of famed French writers, including Balzac, recount just such
women and males, easily and sometimes not so easily, enfolded into high French
society.
Odette, who if nothing else, knew that this was once her father’s
estate, does not know the identity of her mother, and that becomes the central
theme of this complex oedipally-centered work.
Moreover, despite her marriage to the nasty Colonel Boucher (Jeff
Wiesen), she is in love with the young, newly named Captain Duval (Dane Oliver)
(a title awarded because Boucher has sent him into the wilds to destroy the
Haitians, a journey he has incredibly survived).
Gradually, the French forces lose too many soldiers to the native
resistance, while the Colonel is slowly consumed by malaria. Christophe jumps
in and out of the scene, at one point revealing Odette’s true paternity to the
girl, the fact of which pulls her away from her beloved young hero, Duval.
Discovered to be a spy, Jacqueline insists that her daughter escape with the
others, that she return to the world that she, herself, has made possible for
Odette to enter.
Yet perhaps it is too late, and as she is discovered as a spy and kills
herself with a deadly potion, Odette is trapped in the world into which she was
born, her lover murdered by the Haitian insurgents.
But not before a series of marvelous swordfights and battles that might
have made Earl Flynn jealous. Never, on stage, have I seen a more convincing
sword fight, with remarkable acrobatics, grand theatrical gestures, and
heart-throbbing events. The mostly West Side Los Angeles audience, but this
time, fortunately, joined by a large contingent of LA’s black community,
reacted with boos, pleas of salvation, and, at times, open laughter, that I
might never have imagined in contemporary theater. Suddenly I realized just how
much had been lost in the rise of modernism over this kind of old-fashioned
melodramatic writing, a theater that didn’t mind mixing up politics, love,
fate, and just plain high-jinx.
In
the end you could only laugh and cry and root for your favorite heroes. If a
bit like Hamlet, a lot of those
figures lay dead on the stage by play’s end, their resurrection for
curtain-call was as uplifting as theater gets. And at the wonderful Theatricum
(despite their need to get ready for the late-night performance of Arthur
Miller’s The Crucible, a play with
also has deep political roots, but with a kind of cold modernist objectivity
that has always annoyed me), the actors all stand in front of the stage to
greet and shake hands with the audience as it disperses. This is theater at its
very best.
The
director Ellen Geer has done something quite marvelous with her very large
ensemble cast, children included, particularly given the fact that she
determined to revive a play that should have never been lost.
Los Angeles, September 3, 2018
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera, and Performance (September 2018).