These are had times for Greece—budgetary crises, austerity measures, riots. It’s enough to put you off your spanakopita. But at least most of the nation’s beleaguered citizens aren’t at 3LD to see the well-meaning musical mess that the Immigrants’ Theatre Project make of a portion of their history. Three Graces is likely set on Crete in the late 19th century. Greater precision eludes me, as the script is so elliptical and the acoustics so terrible that few lines come through intelligibly. By the end of the piece, several bodies litter the stage. I couldn’t mourn them since couldn’t say with any confidence who they were.
Announced as a “Modern Iliad,” this Ice Factory show bears lyrics by Ruth Margraff and music by Café Antarsia Ensemble, but little content attributable to Homer, save echoes of Hector and mention of a corpse-choked river. Margraff serves as the band’s singer, a role in which she seems distinctly uncomfortable, and her tunes don’t illuminate the action as much as reiterate key terms: lemon tree, battle dress, blood, death, dogs, and thighs. Fine images all, but the whole they form is distinctly muddled and uninspiring. Where’s a muse when you need one?
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 20, 2011