Peer Gynt
Henrik Ibsen wrote Peer Gynt before he wrote the realistic dramas he’s so famous for (Hedda Gabler, A Doll’s House). It’s a verse drama, published in 1867, based on a
Norwegian folk myth. Its 40 scenes are sometimes realistic, sometimes surreal,
and its many characters populate the stage for five hours or so. It’s
enormously whimsical and theatrical, and it was originally paired with Edvard
Grieg’s incidental music (which included “In the Hall of the Mountain King”).
We first meet Peer as an impetuous young braggart
who runs off with a bride not his own before her wedding. He has a long series
of adventures and misadventures, including seducing the troll king’s daughter,
becoming a slave merchant, and incidents at sea. Finally he assesses his life
just before his death – and Ibsen dwells on discussion.
At The Classic Stage Company, John Doyle has adapted
the script into a drastically abridged form, running just two hours without
intermission. Ibsen’s verse has been translated into prose. Mr. Doyle’s
directed the play on a bare stage, merely a raised platform in the center of
the audience, without a single piece of set. He works with a cast of seven in
contemporary costume.
This is extreme minimalism suggesting Peter Brook. Even
the realistic scenes fade in and out as if in a dream. Grieg’s symphonic score
has been replaced by occasional fiddling by a couple of cast members, and
Peer’s mother speaks with a Southern twang.
With its epic reach and its shifting settings, the
play is difficult to follow. But it’s particularly difficult in this pared down
production without benefit of scenery.
Mr. Doyle’s direction is precise, meticulous. Every
moment has dramatic tension and a theatrical sense very different from Ibsen’s
intent. Mr. Doyle’s vision is intense and vivid. When we meet Peer as a
successful businessman, he tosses paper money in the air and it flutters down
like oversized ten-dollar-a-pop confetti
Gabriel Ebert is commanding as Peer, acting with unwavering
focus and a strong technique. There’s a marvelous passage when he has a
conversation with his own self, whose lines are spoken in a whisper. And he has
a great moment peeling an onion, weeping because he finds no core (as there is,
by extension, no core to Peer’s personality).
But this Peer never really ages; Mr. Ebert indicates
the character near his death merely with rolled shoulders. We miss the luscious
satisfaction of traveling a lifetime with him.
The rest of the cast, playing the other characters
as needed, gives him solid support. Jane Pfitsch is particularly strong as the
Bride.
The production is ultimately so demanding that it’s
more suited to an Ibsen specialist than a general audience, but we can’t deny
the genius that created it. It may not be Ibsen’s classic script, but it’s a
monumental adaptation.
Steve Capra
May 2015
May 2015