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TWO VIEWS OF
"ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE KURSKI STATION"
The Pity of It All
"All Roads Lead to the Kurski Station"
Rivers Duggan, Elliott Morse, Mia Vallet.
October 9 – 21
HERE Arts Center, 145 Ave. of the Americas (enter on Dominick, 1 block south of Spring Str.)
Presented by Varda Studio. Part of the SubletSeries@HERE.
Tue – Sat @7 pm, Sundays @ 2pm
$25 general admission, for tickets: http://here.org/show/kurski, or call 212-352-3101
Company website: www.vardastudio.org
Reviewed by Beate Hein Bennett October 9, 2018
There was post-war Odysseus roaming the seas for legendary ten years until he came to his violated home and patient Penelope. There was his comrade-in-arms, Philoctetes, banished all alone in exile, ranting about the miserable injustice of the gods and his festering wound. And there was Dante's journey through the Inferno, mirroring war-torn corrupt Florence and his own exile—it was only in Paradiso that he found his Beatrice!
Rivers Duiggan, Elliott Morse, Mia Vallet.
And now at HERE, Vienya, a poet drunkard endures a nightmare journey, soaked in vodka, from Moscow's Kurski Station to Petushki, a real Moscow suburb and his hoped for paradise "where the jasmine never stops blooming and the birds always sing" and where he hopes to be saved by his love. He never makes it to Petushki because he sleeps in a drunken stupor through the station and ends where he started, in Kurski station. The 70 minute performance takes us on a wild romp through the underbelly of Soviet-Russian life with all its horror and absurdities—the laughter gets stuck in our craw.
Emil Varda, the director, adapted the play from a satirical prose poem "Moscow-Petushki" by Russian dissident Venedikt Erofeev (1938-1990). Erofeev was born near Murmansk, in the Arctic Circle, where his father was station master in a small railroad station but having fallen afoul of Stalin, he spent his life in the gulag, and his sons were placed in "state care." Erofeev, talented and intelligent, careened through life, in continuous trouble with the Soviet system. His wife Galia said in a BBC documentary about him: "His wasn't a life, it was vagrancy. He went from bench to bench, ditch to ditch, station to station." His semi-autobiographical prose poem "Moscow-Petushki," (1969) first circulated as samizdat, was published in Jerusalem (1973) and in Paris (1977), and finally in Russia after perestroika in 1989, shortly before his death from throat cancer in 1990.
Varda created a compact script that contains the rich dark tapestry of Soviet life as Erofeev wove it from the tatters of all-too human existence, Russian cultural and religious vestiges, and his own sorrows and fears—all mixed with a keen sense of absurd humor and irony. Varda's direction drew from his own Polish experience with life under communism as well as his theatrical training (Grotowski) and knowledge of modern Polish dramaturgy, notably Witkiewicz and Gombrowicz whose wildly imaginative dramatic concoctions provided models for metaphysical surrealistic richly gestural theatre.
The verbal and physical dexterity of the three actors, Elliott Morse as Vienya, and the two Angel/Fury figures played by Mia Vallet (Megaera) and Rivers Duggan (Tilphousia) brings the dense text to life in the intimate downstairs theatre of HERE. The space is left mostly empty, except for two chairs, and an array of red wine and vodka bottles scattered in batches around the periphery. On the black back wall vague Russian lettering in red can be deciphered as CCP [Soviet Socialist Republic] with some red streaks below. The lighting, designed by David Palmer, much of it from the side, sculpts the stage action. The recurring musical motif, introduced as a preset and marking the intervals between the segments, is a solo trumpet rendering of the popular 20th century Russian song "Ochi Chernye" (Dark Eyes)—emblematic of Russian romantic sentimentality. The music credit belongs to Scott Griffin.
Rivers Duggan, Mia Vallet.
The two female Erinnyes/Eumenides/Angel figures, Megaera and Tilphousia (aka Tisiphone), accompany, challenge, and persecute Vienya on his journey. They are modeled after the Greek mythical figures, alternately called "the Kindly Ones" or "the Furies," who prod the conscience of mankind.
Tilphousia, in blue dress with a huge flowery shawl in blue, and Megaera, in a red dress with an equally gorgeous flowery shawl in red tones, invite him with a ritual baptism "to get up and go" quoting the biblical "talitha cumi." The faces of both actresses are in white make-up—they sing, they dance, they taunt him and drape their shawls to become huge wings, as they hover over him, at times kindly, at times threatening. They change shape, at times being seductive young sirens and then suddenly turning into hags, their vocal registers ranging from sweet singsong to harsh cackle.
Elliott Morse as Vienya avoids all possible histrionics of a drunkard; with tremendous physical stamina and precision he presents us a character that embodies the entire range of human depredation caused by political repression, social dysfunction, poverty, and a lifetime of alcohol—a compendium of the Soviet anti-hero. However, there are segments that go beyond the depression of the Soviet man and ring true of any time and any place when and where politics have utterly undermined human dignity, including our present state. Mr. Morse with his sweet face and expressive eyes, his beautiful young tortured body elicits our empathy ("sorrow and fear"—the classic cathartic effect) while undercutting any sentimentality by a mischievous sharp sense of the ironic. The three actors together are a well tuned ensemble.
Standing: interesting figure. Below: Elliott Morse. Behind: Rivers Duggan.
An interesting figure makes repeat appearances during Vienya's via dolorosa: he is like an escaped inmate from an asylum, in a hospital gown (open in the back), white clown make-up with huge black eyes ("ochi chernya" [black eyes!]) carrying a trumpet, meandering across the stage, mumbling unintelligible words (in Russian?); no actor is mentioned in the program. Is there a point to the anonymity? I think so—but we'll leave it for the individual spectator to figure it out. [Bennett]
All Roads Lead to the Kurski Station
Loosely based on: "Moscow Circles" by Vienya Erofeev
Adapted and Directed by Varda
HERE 155 Sixth Ave., NYC
Reviewed by Larry Littany Litt on October 16, 2018
Good poets live and die by the chance and randomness of life's unpredictable games of personal chaos. Awakening with a hangover, our poet-hero Vienya begins the day in a nude baptismal shower with water drawn and poured over him by beautiful winged angels. He has lived through another drunken revel seeking love in all its mysterious and elusive places. This time in the dangerous drunken alcohol besotted Moscow. Thus begins the poetic journey of the Russian surrealist play "All Roads Lead to the Kurski Station."
Mia Vallet, Elliott Morse, Rivers Duiggan.
It's common wisdom in artistic circles that poets and drunks have curious angels watching over them. But these angels can turn into the most horrendous harpies if a hangover isn't tended to. Actresses Rivers Duggan and Mia Vallet are a peasant pair, no, more a sorrowful duet of guardians aiding Vienya's desire to appear in Petushki via train from Moscow. He must abandon and dissolve the omniscient mystical mirage of the regime's Holy of Holies: Kremlin. Meandering in Russian trains while musing on the absurd state of Stalinist politics, unrequited love, his own dissolute life and inevitable early death makes for unique poetical experimental drama reminiscent of Hamlet's soliloquy. And always drinking as much as any proper poet can. Elliot Morse plays Vienya as a universal conscientious objector. He seeks the love of his life as we all must. He gives up to fall in love with alcohol, his angels and demons.
When Furies invade a poet's mind and wrack his head with thoughts of mass murder of authoritarian powers or even worse a dramatic public suicide it's better to stay drunk and sleep it off Vienya reasons. But no poet worth his scribbles would fail to comment on the pleasure of oblivion. Drink, sleep, dream until the poems flow like moles digging tunnels in the garden that aerate the fertile soil. Upset the status quo, the military, the apathetic, greedy, ignorant populace. Let the world know poetry is dominant, eternal, and spiritually enlightening. Even if one's fate is obscurity.
This absorbing play is a throwback to the great days of Communist era unofficial theater. For generations Grotowski and Kantor productions have lived in the mind of Varda, Kurski Station's adapter and director. I loved the weirdness, I felt transported to a blackbox theater in Russia or Poland. I liked being there for 70 minutes. There's also a masterful comic impression of our contemporary populist leader that flows like satiric acid through the mouth of Elliot Morse. He stuns in his flexibility as an actor as does his chorus. This is a dramatic dark comedy I won't easily forget. [Litt]
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