Elements of Abstraction:
Shanghai's Modern Theater unfolds a step
further with The Insane Asylum is Next Door to Heaven
Reviewed by Lisa
Movius
Modern theater
is not exactly an art form that has flourished in Shanghai.
Throughout China, traditional drama continues to reign
supreme, generally dominated by heavy-handed Russian-inspired
melodramatic overkill. Shanghai and Beijing have managed to
emerge from the cloud somewhat, with Shanghai focusing on the
odd combo of intimate slice-of-life dramas and massive
historical epics while leaving the edgier stuff to the
Northerners.
Until now, that is. Shanghai has in recent months seen a
surprising spate of experimental productions, as well as a
number of plays successful merging traditionally linear plots
with more modern elements of dialogue and choreography. In
addition to strong visiting productions like Roadmetal
Sweetbread and Che Guevera, we've waddled through
all variations of the experimental range, from the bizarre
beyond comprehension of Shan Hai Jing to the delightful
whimsicality of Zhuang Zhou Tests his Wife. Taking
things a step higher on Shanghai's ascent to a strong modern
theater is The Insane Asylum is Next Door to Heaven,
which opened 27 March. The play requires a high degree of
Mandarin language ability to grasp even the most blatant of
its subtleties, but even for the truly lost it can prove an
enjoyable rollicking ride.
The loosely
structured plot follows the neuroses and interactions of eight
characters, both staff and patients, at an insane asylum,
played by a cast of four. The main character is Wu Suo, a pun
for nothing, a whose affliction is a desperation for people to
talk with him. Played by Li Liang, Wu Suo is the lonely loner,
equal parts pathetic and irritating, the prototype of the high
school shooter, which he later lives up to. He is befriended
by Mimi (means little cat), played by Tian Shui, a big-haired
VCD vendor and the girlfriend of one of the doctors at the
insane asylum.
On one level, The Insane Asylum is Next Door to
Heaven is a rather inconsequential comedy, setting
scenarios for humorous wordplays and a steady stream of jokes.
Nonetheless, it dances around the edges of social commentary,
flirting with criticism without full consummation. The most
pointed satire centers around the character Yang Ren, whose
name when pronounced with the wrong tones means "foreigner." A
lawyer who spent ten years abroad, he got a position at the
madhouse because his uncle is its director. He introduces
himself with a rap eulogizes his own coolness, complete with
American flag bandanna wrapped around his head, and continues
with a dialogue conducted mainly in "Chinglish", believing
himself cool indeed. He becomes engaged in a debate with
famous Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, also a patient there, who
answers his assertions in poor English with classical poetry,
chanted in operatic pentameter. At the scene's end, Li Bai
answers him in relatively flawless English, making the wannabe
waiguoren slink off in defeat. The "fake foreigner" is
becoming a popular trope in Chinese theater, and the desire to
go abroad, learn English, marry a foreigner and get a passport
is one of the more absurd phenomena of modern China. The same
concept was executed with even more smarmy, self-degrading
aplomb in Che Guevara, a Beijing production recently performed
in Shanghai.
The production is tightly orchestrated and moves at a quick
pace, introspective without indulging the protracted
naval-staring often characteristic of modern theater. Simple
set design completes the amusingly absurd choreography,
orchestrated by Wang Jun. Much of the credit for the
production's effectiveness can be placed on the shoulders of
director Yin Zhusheng, one of the Dramatic Art Center's
strongest creative forces both on and behind the scenes.
Considered one of China's leading stage actors, Yin has held
starring roles in virtually all major productions in Shanghai,
most recently in the acclaimed Under the Red Banner.
All four actors,
who incidentally all graduated from the Shanghai Theater
Academy's acting department in 1993, give terrifically
multifaceted performance, but actress Tian Shui dominates.
Young Shanghai actresses have an irritating inclination
towards artificially high-pitched voices, endless girly
giggles, and the general flounces of excessive cutesy-ness
that characterize the female youth of this city. Even many
otherwise strong performances are marred by these
affectations, making the audience feel they're not so much at
the theater as at a Huaihai Lu cosmetics counter. Tian Shui's
performances are a draught of fresh water in that she acts
like an adult; she does not trivialize the characters or
insult the audience through coyness. One of the best aspects
of The Insane Asylum is Next Door to Heaven is that it
allows Tian to flaunt her sophisticated versatility in three
very different roles.
The Insane Asylum is Next Door to Heaven marks a
departure into more complicated territory for it's author, Yu
Rongjun. His previous plays, hits Last Winter and
WWW.COM, explored issues of love and infidelity in the
white-collar class, although there are some continued themes
in terms of use of artificial snow and in finding large
meanings in the little ways people interact with each other.
This play is rather conservative as far as experimental
theater goes, tenuously testing the waters of new dramatic
styles while keeping one foot securely on the dry land of the
more conventional. That it breaks new ground for Shanghai
evidences how many decades behind the rest of the world
Shanghai's theater remains. On the other hand, China's
cultural officials remain wary of stylistic innovations, and
even such soft-handed surrealism with such innocuous social
criticisms narrowly escaped political censure. Moreover,
Shanghai audiences are unaccustomed to modern theater, and
even the subtlest shadings of surrealism with leave most
confused and complaining. With its accessible messages and
engaging packaging, The Insane Asylum is Next Door to
Heaven may not be a watermark, but it does represent a
glimmer of hope in the right direction.
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