Muse
Muse
by Kris Lundberg
produced by Shakespeare’s Sister Company
directed by Jay Michaels
with Kris Lundberg and Greg Pragel
by Kris Lundberg
produced by Shakespeare’s Sister Company
directed by Jay Michaels
with Kris Lundberg and Greg Pragel
Elizabeth Siddal was a model for the
Pre-Raphaelites. While posing as Ophelia for
John Everett Millais, she lay in a bathtub for hours on end. This led to
pneumonia and then to an illness for which she was prescribed the opiate
laudanum.
She later married another member of the
Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, for whom she had come to
model exclusively. Addicted to laudanum, she overdosed in a fit of jealously
while her husband spent the evening (quite innocently) at an event.
Kris Lundberg has taken this intriguing story and
penned it into a marvelous one-act two-hander, Muse. From the moment Greg Pragel enters as Rosetti, we know
this’ll be good work. The playwright herself plays Miss Siddal, and the two
actors show us their relationship with abandon and subtlety, as suits the
moment, and with surety. Such is their skill that we forget we’re watching the
story of famous people; we’re interested in them as human beings.
The setting is nearly always Rosetti’s studio, and
we meet the two, suitably, at work, he at his easel, she in her pose. These are
the circumstances throughout the early part of the relationship, and their
banter early in the play is a marvelous game of testing as each probes to see
if the other is to taste. We watch as the relationship intensifies and the two
develop a history.
From time to time, between scenes, Rosetti addresses
us. The technique, although embedded in the otherwise realistic play, seems
natural, not intrusive.
Jay Michaels directs the whole thing allegretto, with a marvelous sense of gesture
and image. Half mad with grief for her stillborn child, Liz rushes on stage
with her red/gold hair streaming behind her, the picture of a madwoman.
Michaels makes a bold choice at a point when our
pair, now married, have a heated argument. They shout at the same time, trying
to top each other, so that we can’t understand what either is saying. It’s
marvelous for several moments. Michaels moves beyond realism to expressionism.
He knows that the fact of unpenned anger is more important than the content of
the argument. The problem is that it goes on too long, after it’s had its
emotional effect. It’s inspired but excessive.
Jessa-Raye Court’s costumes are
resplendent. Some designs are based on the clothes Miss Siddal wore while
posing, that can be seen in the paintings. The set is simple and handsome,
bothering with no more than it needs to show.
We’ll be keeping an eye on Shakespeare’s Sister.
Steve Capra
August 2014