Prophecies are always self-fulfilling

Last night I saw the American Repertory Theatre's rendition of the Greek classic Oedipus. I already knew the story but that made rather little difference; the performance was spectacular. The play itself relies heavily on a variation of the concept of foreshadowing, specifically by making everything so blatantly obvious that it almost hurts (it's an amazing technique that works very well). This particular rendition of Oedipus adds a great deal of strange stylistic bits to the play. It was kinda weird and very good; I highly recommend it, especially if you've got a student ID and can get the cheap, student, day-of-show tickets.


Well funny that -- I saw that Oedipus the same night you did. It was an interesting production, mostly because they tried some things I hadn't seen and enjoyed very much: the Chorus moved around the stage a lot, the Chorus' lines set to music that was fittingly foreboding and strange (but, at times, was too loud and too harsh for my ears), the goldenrod (haha) curtain that was lowered and then dropped at the end. And... what's up with that mannequin? The mystery... After the show I talked with a cast member in the musical dept and he said, "We've come up with about 35 different meanings. I bet you could name at least 10 right now."

As for the acting, Jocasta was overdone for me, although her pre-coital romp around the stage with a bottle of champagne eventually melted into funny. Lead man Mr. Campion was strong&fantastic. He sounded as though his native language wasn't English (pronunciation of some words. After some online research I found out that he was trained at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London. So maybe I was picking up on the fact that his first language isn't American...I also liked the very last moment of the play where one of Oedipus' daughters turns to look at her father and says, "Father!"