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- Dec. 06, 1993: The Arts & Media:Music
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Dec. 06, 1993 Castro's Cuba:The End Of The Dream
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 93
- Music
- The Devil's Disciples
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- <body>
- <p>A bizarre witches' brew of a pop opera, The Black Rider is a
- triumph for Tom Waits, William S. Burroughs and Robert Wilson
- </p>
- <p>By Charles Michener
- </p>
- <p> Recipe for theatrical disaster: take a moldy 19th century German
- opera about a Faustian pact with the Devil and turn it over
- to a composer of hobo rock, a legendary writer from the Beat
- Generation, and a director who specializes in performance pieces
- for the art crowd. But don't go away. A pop opera of very odd
- sorts called The Black Rider is a triumph for its three collaborators,
- Tom Waits, William S. Burroughs and Robert Wilson.
- </p>
- <p> The ingredients of this marvelously unclassifiable entertainment,
- which is having a limited run ending this week at the Brooklyn
- Academy of Music, are a witches' brew of cabaret, silent-movie
- slapstick, Expressionist psychodrama, Japanese theater, lounge
- lizardry and high-tech wizardry. What keeps it bubbling is a
- melodic succession of wheezy parlor waltzes, barroom blues,
- moon-June pop and ersatz Kurt Weill. What gives it fizz is gallows
- humor, antiwar mockery, sweet sentiment and an inventiveness
- that more than honors the imperative laid down years ago by
- Sergei Diaghilev to Jean Cocteau: "Astonish me!"
- </p>
- <p> Postmodern directors have been shaking up grand opera for quite
- a while, especially in European cities like Hamburg, where this
- production was first unveiled in 1990. But rarely has opera
- received a shaking like this. The victim is Carl Maria von Weber's
- Der Freischutz (The Free-Shooter). First performed in 1821,
- it was the granddaddy of all German Romantic operas, with its
- setting of a folktale about a forester who accepts magic bullets
- from the Devil to win the hand of his beloved in a shooting
- contest. For Waits, Burroughs and Wilson, what the opera provided
- wasn't an Ur-text but a pretext.
- </p>
- <p> Their hero is Wilhelm, a hapless clerk whose trousers have a
- way of falling to his ankles just when they shouldn't. Their
- Devil is Pegleg, a swallow-tailed lowlife who learned his wiles
- behind the footlights of some sleazy Weimar cabaret, a la Joel
- Grey. They are surrounded by weirdos who make the Addams Family
- look like the Waltons. Among them: Wilhelm's inamorata, the
- robotically hysterical Kathchen; her fright-wigged father Bertram;
- an overbearing uncle who, in a hilarious non sequitur, tells
- the story of how Hemingway sold the movie rights to The Snows
- of Kilimanjaro; and a dead ancestor in Boris Karloff makeup
- whose only advice to the living is, "Do what thou wilt."
- </p>
- <p> All this might be impossibly fey were it not for the down-but-not-quite-out
- sensibilities of the two writers. Waits, the bard of last-chance
- saloons, has never taken deader aim at the line that separates
- the mordant from the maudlin. On the one hand, there's November,
- a bitter hymn to the month that "only believes in a pile of
- dead leaves/ And a moon that's the color of bone." On the other,
- there's I'll Shoot the Moon, in which Kathchen, daydreaming
- about her lover, vows to "be the pennies on your eyes" and "build
- a nest in your hair."
- </p>
- <p> Burroughs delivers cheerless homilies with his usual gimlet-eyed
- glee: "You ever see a dog roll in carrion? Well now, a city
- boy see that and he might get tempted to join the dog..."
- The old hipster even indulges in a bit of moralizing, making
- a somewhat heavy-handed connection between the magic bullets
- and the temptation of drugs.
- </p>
- <p> With The Black Rider, Wilson reveals that he is not only a high-minded
- mystifier but a real, low-down entertainer. In Wilson's theater,
- ideas are pictures. He lights his tableaux with hallucinatory
- intensity, populating them with actors, all in white makeup,
- who move with a combination of stiffness and grace. His performers
- enact archetypes rather than characters, using stylized gestures
- and movements out of his globe trotter's trunk. In the past,
- watching a Wilson event has sometimes been like finding yourself
- in a dream you want to--but can't--get out of. Here, given
- the fairy-tale story and nutty good humor, his somnambulistic
- style seems absolutely right.
- </p>
- <p> He is wonderfully served by 12 actors (who mix German and English)
- from Hamburg's experimental Thalia Theater. As Kathchen, Annette
- Paulmann is truly incomparable: it's safe to say that nothing
- like her combination of sexuality and idiocy has ever been seen
- before. As Wilhelm, Stefan Kurt is equally good with both Buster
- Keaton looniness and the melodramatic pathos into which he collapses
- after losing his mind (and, again, his trousers). Nobody has
- ever made sliminess more winning than Dominique Horwitz as Pegleg.
- True to his show-biz heart, he doesn't disappear inside his
- 10-ft.-tall black coffin until he has sung some dreadful treacle
- about the last rose in his garden. After that, there can't be
- anyone in the house who isn't thinking that there's gotta be
- a way to keep this whatever-it-is together and take it on the
- road.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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