Ophelia, we have it on good authority, drowned in a weeping brook, not in a public swimming pool in Brooklyn. (Had she even attempted it, we’re sure one of our excellent municipal lifeguards would have put that CPR training to use.) But that hasn’t prevented director Teddy Bergman from staging Caridad Svich’s 12 Ophelias in the dry environs of the McCarren Park Pool. Svich, a playwright of Cuban-Spanish-Argentine-Croatian descent, has created a text in which Ophelia reawakens not among Williamsburg hipsters, but amid the residents of a grimy Appalachian town. Here, Gertrude owns a brothel and Hamlet is renamed “Rude Boy.” The Jones Street Boys will “discourse most elegant music”—bluegrass, in this case. Woodshed Collective presents this site-specific take on the tragedy.
July 11-Aug. 22, 2008