By Christian Viveros-Faun√©
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
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By Jessica Dawson
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By R. C. Baker
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No matter how much dialogue David Gordon casts about in his productions, theyre usually still listed as upcoming attractions under dance, and dance critics regularly review them. His latest work, Uncivil Wars: Moving w/Brecht & Eisler, like his brilliant 2004 take on Shakespeare, Dancing Henry V, has a great deal of text, and much of it not by Gordon. But even though almost all the performers in Uncivil Wars are actors, not dancers, that word moving in the title is telling.
Gordon, an important figure in postmodern dance since the 1960s, has taken Bertholt Brechts little-known 1931 play The Roundheads and the Pointheads, as translated by the Voices Michael Feingold, folded in allusions to Brechts life and ideas, and turned it into a whirling carousel of political ideologies. This uncannily timely scenario about war-mongering, greed, and discrimination is in almost constant motion. Gina Leishman as Brechts musical collaborator Hanns Eisler is the only one of the eight principal performers with a single role; she plays piano, organ, and accordion, sings and confers with Brecht (Valda Setterfield). The others slide in and out of two or three roles each, donning wigs or hats or wimples on the runsometimes stowing these in the pockets of their black coveralls. They arrange and disarrange chairs and tables, wheel ladders and jail-cell grills around, and handle what could be a ballet barre as if it were a swinging door. They march. They stamp their feet and clap their hands in synch. Most of the time, they deliver their lines brisklyespecially Setterfieldwith a kind of on-rolling rhythm. Words announcing song titles (in German), credits, and newspaper headlines dance onto a couple of video screens or the back wall (credit Dean Moss and Ed Fitzgerald for the media manipulations). During a trial with Setterfield as judge, a projected transcript is rendered in text-message shorthand to comicand thought-provokingeffect.
Brecht took as a model for The Roundheads and the Pointheads Shakespeares dark comedy Measure for Measure (whose plot, as Brecht-Setterfield tells us, can be traced back through a slew of related 16th-century stories and dramas). The tale of a cruel deputy whose schemes are deflected by the other characters by means of a variety of disguises and deceptions became in Brechts hands a didactic political satire. Gordon began working on his version of the play in 2003, and the re-election of George W. Bush in 2004 galvanized him into pushing forward with it. Its relevance is striking. The country of Yahoo has a huge deficit and a surplus of corn; the people are restless. The Vice Viceroy (Davis Duffield) slyly suggests that war makes new markets. When the Viceroy goes off on a trip, leaving the VV in charge, the local newspaper helps foment antagonism between the original inhabitants of Yahoo (the roundheads, known as Czuchs) and the recent immigrants (the pointheads, known as Czichs). Former friends become enemies; Czichs are hunted down (Here, czich, czich! call their pursuers).
Trials figure in Brechts play (a horse is stolen, and justice miscarries to an absurd degree). Gordon has inserted a parallel: Eisler and Brechts being summoned (separately) to appear before the House Committee on Un-American Activities. Brecht would have been labeled an unfriendly witnessan 11th joined to the Hollywood Tenhad he not fled to Europe.
One factor that gives the production its bewitching, almost dizzying fluidity is the multiple casting. The confusion that sometimes ensues as to whos being whom now adds to the farcical aspect of disguising. Is Michael Rogers of the resonant voice being the Czuch slum landlord now or the wealthy Czich landowner, De Guzman? Wait, hes wearing a pointy little headpiece; he must be De Guzman. If it werent for the Czichish peak under the wimple, it might take us several seconds to realize that Charlotte Cohn is now De Guzmans sister Isabella, whos taken refuge in a convent, and not Nana Collas, a roundhead farmers daughter turned whore; when pretending to be Isabella, she wears a wimple that sits lower on her head.
Cohn sings wonderfully both characters bittersweet songs in the cabaret style that Eisler and Brecht devised, and all the performerssingly and togetherare splendid in the meditative or vituperative songs. Duffield is equally fine as both the vicious Vice Viceroy and the bewildered, victimized Farmer Lopez. Norma Fire takes on the roles of his wife and a feisty lawyer and plays both with distinction. Its entertaining to see Duffield and David Skeistwhos oafishly naive and greedy as Farmer Callas, the roundhead horse stealerjumping up and down as two gleeful nuns who needand geta reprimand from Mother Superior John Kelly. (Kelly is also terrific as the towns resigned and practical madam.) Setterfield and Leishman, with their commentary and Leishmans accompaniment for the songs, hold the piece together and link it to this countrys present ills.
In the end, the actors are joined by the chorus of volunteers from the Montclair community, and all of them, clustered irregularly on chairs, stamp and clap out a long, engrossing, rhythmically complicated sequence. It sends a strong, if oblique messagesuggesting that pigeonholing of people by gender or race, or as, say, red-staters and blue-staters, is a divisive oversimplification of our differences and that harmony is within our reach. Provided our moral compass can again find its true north.