An Opera House, Judged: Ken Woolley’s Reviewing the Performance, by Alan Miller

Ken Woolley, 

Reviewing the Performance, 
Watermark Press, 2010

Stage I. A Detour

Sydney Opera House as apparition for bored commuters

“What’s that thing?”

-A boy points out the Sydney Opera House to his grandmother, overheard on a train crossing the Harbour Bridge, 21 July 2010.

During a recent screening of Rear Window

 at the Art Gallery of New South Wales, I became preoccupied by the audience’s reaction. For me, Rear Window was a “gateway” film, an open door into the beautifully fraudulent world of cinema. I had not seen it for a long time, and watching a good 35mm print with an intelligent audience was a good chance to assess its true impact. In the cinematic canon, if such a thing exists, Rear Window seems to have come to rest partway along the spectrum between familiar, comforting films, say, It’s a Wonderful Life or Gone With the Wind, and perpetually unnerving experiences like, to name two of the blackest noirs I’ve ever seen, Scarlet Street or Detour. Films in the former category tend to generate formulaic responses which paper over any disturbing themes, and allow the work to be arranged as part of the cultural furniture. Films from the bad part of town, by contrast, refuse enclosure in a tidy package. Beyond whatever unsavory aspects of human nature they might reveal, these disturbing films demand to be viewed at 1:1 scale, as though for the first time, every time (this is not a simple distinction between blanc et noir, whenSwing Time screened at the Gallery the week after Rear Window, any stirrings of featherbed nostalgia among the audience were quickly overcome in the presence of 103 minutes of sublime cinematic bliss). Rear Window retains characteristics of each extreme. Jimmy Stewart’s voyeurism now seems relatively innocent, at least compared to what people are into these days. The audience reacted to his obsessive nosiness with the same sighing, nostalgic little titters emitted by a gaggle of thirty five year olds watching The Breakfast Club. At the same time, certain moments of Rear Window remained shocking, particularly Stewart’s almost brutal coldness to Grace Kelly. Perhaps every classic film might be found somewhere along this imaginary line between Scarlett’s Tara and Ann Savage’s consumptive cough in Detour.
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Michael Miller



Begin forwarded message:

From: kitdiva@aol.com

Date: July 31, 2010 11:37:35 PM EDT

To: editor@berkshirereview.net

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By the way, although I enjoyed the performance a lot. I thought the brothel scene was surprisingly tame in comparison with Les Huguenots, with its topless crucified nuns, etc. Was Strassberger told to be discreet, or were you aware of any "censorship?"
Nothing of the kind, Michael - as far as I know!  I was in that as well, btw.  Enjoyed being a raped Protestant noblewoman.  Yeehaw! 
In fact, several of us whores were actually virtually topless in this production, covered merely by VERY sheer silk tops (or in my case a dress).  The lighting I think keeps our breasts from being a large (or small) topic of discussion....  Last years boobs were courtesy of dancers; no singers bared significantly, in contrast to this year.

I'm glad you enjoyed the performance.  Thad certainly knows how to put on a stunning multi-sensory display, keeping every pore stimulated. I just wish we could see the damned shows!  (Which is why your pix were so important to us...!)
~k.
PS: What year were you at Hahvahd? And which house?

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From: Michael Miller <editor@berkshirereview.net>
To: kitdiva@aol.com
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By the way, although I enjoyed the performance a lot. I thought the brothel scene was surprisingly tame in comparison with Les Huguenots, with its topless crucified nuns, etc. Was Strassberger told to be discreet, or were you aware of any "censorship?"

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M

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On Jul 31, 2010, at 11:35 AM, kitdiva@aol.com wrote:

Hi ~
I'm a singer in this summer's "Der Ferne Klang" at Bard and my face is wonderfully visible in the top picture you use (of colorfully wigged whores flanking the central heroine) in your review of the work.  Is there ANY way I could get an online jpeg copy of that pic at a larger size for my archives.  I just want it for ME.  I don't have to post it if you prohibit that (if I can post it, I'm happy to put the credits where necessary, too).

Thanks for considering my request and getting back to me.
Appreciatively,
~Katharine (Kit) Emory
"The whore with the orange hair"....  :-)


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