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Saturday, March 29, 2008
By Greg Burliuk
Whig-Standard Staff Writer
Any long-time Kingstonian can
tell you that The Crackwalker
wasn?t written yesterday. That?s
because most of the local hangouts
mentioned in the play are gone: The
Tropicana, the Shamrock, the
Manor, and Niko?s (boy, do I miss
their chef?s salad plate with the great
coleslaw and potato salad).
But if you?re not from here, you?d
be hard-pressed to realize this was
Kingston award-winning playwright
Judith Thompson?s first play, written
in 1980. That?s because her characters
seem contemporary. And the
play still packs a wallop, making you
want to either take a well-scrubbed
shower or go watch a Disney animated
movie ? anything to get the
bad taste out of your mouth and soul
that watching this play gives you.
Thompson?s plays are never pleasant,
but none of the other half dozen
that I have seen are this visceral. The
others had moments of beauty or at
least poetry in the dialogue, but The
Crackwalker is all brutal language
and behaviour. It?s pretty relentless
and Bottle Tree Productions? performance
of it showcases some amazing
acting to stay true to the script.
The story focuses on two couples
who, in modern parlance, have issues.
Sandy and Joe are the more
enlightened couple, and he?s a
drunken woman-beater (at least in
the first act) so that gives you an
idea of how low down the rung of
social development we are here.
Terese is mentally challenged but
also a nympho and her fellow Alan
gradually reveals his own psychotic
nature, after starting out to be not
much more than a simple wimp.
This is not a play for those who are
offended by vulgar language and
even more so for those who like happy
endings or light-hearted comedy.
This is powerful theatre but one that
as an audience member you have to
pay an emotional price for.
There are riveting scenes but director
Zorba Dravillas hasn?t solved a
major problem in keeping up the dramatic
tension. No two scenes in a row
take place in the same place so Dravillas
has the cast schlepping props
and moving tables after emotionally
trying moments. Better to have someone
else do the moving and have the
actors fade off-stage ghostlike.
Although it?s never explained why
Terese is speaking in a West Indian accent,
Talia Acker does so flawlessly.
She does a terrific portrayal of a
woman who?s child-like in some ways
but innocently heartless in others,
someone who has learned how to survive
with meagre tools at her disposal.
As Alan, Peter Jensen has a whiny,
nervous energetic way of talking. At
first, he proclaims he will look after
Terese and we applaud him even if we
doubt his ability to do so. Gradually,
his demons are revealed and Jensen
does a great job of horrifying us.
Jude Bursten plays Sandy as a nononsense
tough-talker, but someone
who has a soft heart or maybe isn?t
strong enough to go it alone. In some
ways, hers is the most believable performance
because she looks most
physically the part of someone who
has been beaten down in life.
Clayton Garrett plays Joe perfectly
in the first act as a total pig of a man.
Thompson has him give a monologue
about the death of his best
friend in a car accident, which is supposed
to make him a little sympathetic.
Later, after leaving for a job for several
months, Joe returns somewhat a
changed man but his character becomes
less interesting.
The director plays a homeless man,
who spends most of the play
sprawled senseless at the front of the
stage, occasionally having mumbled
interaction with Alan. Dravillas did
such a good job that when he wandered
off stage at intermission, the
audience shrank from him as if they
were meeting a wino on the street.
If you can stand the emotional
stench, this production of The
Crackwalker will impress you.
Talia Acker and Clayton Garrett star in The Crackwalker, which showcases two couples who endure abuse, poverty and alcoholism. Michael Lea/The Whig-Standard
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