Madam X and Mister Q
21/02/2013 - 02/03/2013
Spicy adventures of the mysterious Madam X add flavour to NZ Fringe Festival
As part of the 2013 Fringe Festival, Hard Sleeper Theatre Company will offer up a twisted stage adaptation of an avant-garde Chinese novel. Madam X and Mister Q is a wild and terrifyingly funny examination of rumour and scandal in an insular neighbourhood. The production is adapted from the novel Five Spice Street by noted Chinese author Can Xue, the only woman amongst the group of ‘avant-garde’ authors to emerge in 1980s post-Mao China.
Director Megan Evans heads the company, Hard Sleeper, building on courses in Asian and Intercultural performance practices she has taught at Victoria University Theatre Programme where she is a Senior Lecturer. Over the years, these courses have culminated in exciting, highly theatrical shows including Big Love (2011), The Master and Margarita (2010) and Pericles (2009). The intensely physical staging of Madam X features many alumni of the VUW Asian theatre courses (including Raichael Doohan, Sam Hallahan, Josh McDonald and Kattral O’Sullivan) who are taking their training and performance experience to a higher level.
The plot centres on the characters’ increasingly bizarre debate about the identity, actions, motivations, and arguable supernatural powers of the mysterious outsider, Madam X. Their obsessive attention to her spicy affair with Mister Q reveals universal human fears and longing, with an occasional thrilling dash of details specific to Chinese Mainland history and culture. The action plays out in the provocative visual world designed by Kattral O’Sullivan (set and puppets) and Uther Dean (lights). Inspired by a haunting landscape that Evans witnessed from the window of a Chinese train—acres of dead trees whose leaves had been succeeded by discarded plastic—the set will be constructed primarily from recycled plastic bags. O’Sullivan’s edgy and elegant design is both a critique of and ethical response to the environmental degradation that has accompanied China’s economic boom.
The company’s name is drawn from classes of train travel in Mainland China. According to Evans, “In the mid-90s when I first went to China, the second class train ticket got you a ‘Hard Sleeper’ bunk. It offered a truly exquisite balance of challenge, comfort, economy, and fun! And so these tickets were often brutally difficult to obtain, even for the locals. This has become a metaphor for the kind of theatre I want to create: rigorously crafted but full of hard scrabble energy.”
Scripting of the stage adaptation is by Dr. Evans who, as part of her development process, also conducted workshop sessions with theatre students in Beijing. While not making any claims to represent Chinese culture, the productionoffers Wellington an intriguing introduction to this important contemporary Chinese writer and the first of her full-length novels to be translated into English, published by Yale University Press in 2009.
Madam X and Mister Q plays
Thursday 21 February through Saturday 2 March at 7.30 (no shows Sunday or Monday)
at VUW’s Studio 77, located at 77 Fairlie Terrace in Kelburn.
Tickets are $15 waged, $8 concession.
‘Make what you like of it’ mode makes for dispassionate observation
Review by John Smythe 22nd Feb 2013
This adaptation of Chinese writer Can Xue’s avante garde novel Five Spice Street, presented by the Hard Sleeper Theatre Company, is an unusual contribution to the Fringe – and heaven forefend that the Fringe should ever establish a predictable ‘normality’.
Clearly it is a good practical exercise for students who have studied Asian performance production at Victoria University with Dr Megan Evans, who adapted the novel and has directed the resulting play: Madam X and Mister Q. Anyone interested in contemporary Chinese performance conventions per se will also find it interesting.
For the less initiated (like me), the arrival of the exotic and mysterious Madam X and her husband in isolated Five Spice Street, and the small community’s reactions to her, throw up universal and timeless themes: the known v the unknown; puritanism v debauchery; paranoid fantasy v prosaic reality …
Some sense of the source material may be gained from the novel’s 17 chapter headings: Madam X’s Age and Mr. Q’s Looks; Madam X’s Occupations; Madam X’s and the Widow’s Differing Opinions about ‘‘Sex’’; Mr. Q and His Family; The Failure of Re-education; Madam X Talks Abstractly of Her Experiences with Men; A Few Opinions about the Story’s Beginning; Some Implications; The Tails’ Confessions; Mr. Q’s Character; Madam X is Up a Creek; Who Made the First Move?; How to Wrap Up All the Issues Left Hanging; The Rationality of the Widow’s Historical Contribution and Status; The Vague Positions of Mr. Q and Madam X’s Husband; How We Reversed the Negative and Elected Madam X Our Representative; Madam X’s Steps Are Buoyant; On Broad Five Spice Street, She Walks toward Tomorrow.
My guess is that a Chinese readership, or audience, would detect a strong thread of political satire beneath the social critique but that dimension dissipates when played to an audience unfamiliar with day-to-day life in a radically changing China. What prevails, then, is an evocation of inter-personal petty politics.
“Who is Madam X?” Dr Evans’ programme note asks, “A scapegoat? An addict? An object of revisionist histories? A symbol of thwarted individual expressionism? A allegory for China’s place in 21st century international relations? Your own interpretation? … Yes, no, maybe.” She reveals that in rehearsal they “became particularly intrigued by a kind on baseline terror, perhaps induced by the moral universe turning repeatedly upside down, as it has over the past decades in Mainland China.”
While Madam X’s preoccupation with mirrors make her seem self-obsessed and vain, it seems she and her husband are also engaged in some sort of scientific research, which looks like witchcraft to their fearfully ignorant neighbours. Her ‘relationship’ with Mr Q is but one of the things that generate anxiety in a community which appears to have nothing more to do than become more and more obsessed with Mme X (so-called, presumably, because she’s an unknown quantity).
Calling the work ‘avante garde’ allows for many a liberty to be taken in staging and performance. Madam X manifests as an almost life-sized, bride-like, plasti-swathed puppet who has no personality and not much life, which I guess is the point: she’s a blank canvass on to which others project their fears and fantasies. But when the puppet is separated from its puppeteer (Katrall O’Sullivan), it is the puppeteer who expresses slo-mo distress in classical Chinese Opera style.
A gong, sounded by stage manager Emma Hayward, ‘rings’ the changes according the Chinese theatre conventions, and shuffling walks and stylised dancing add to the Oriental tone – contrasted late in the game with a Kurt Weill-esque cabaret number.
The six other actors – Rosie Alldridge, Raicheal Doohan, Sam Halliahan, Helen McKenzie, Josh McDonald and Fern Wallingford – personify the small community in an abstract set designed by Katrall O’Sullivan to evoke the plethora of plastic that apparently now litters much of Mainland China (well lit by Uther Dean’s design).
Each actor exhibits the essential characteristics of their role(s) in ways that make them instantly recognisable archetypes. Even when the psychological processes or the resulting physical manifestations are a bit hard to fathom, the basic notion of how dangerous closed minds can be, en mass especially, prevails.
Most memorable is Fern Wallingford’s geriatric, asthmatic, consumptive and sexually predatory Old Woman – not least because it is such a contrast, both physically and vocally, to the other roles she plays. Wallingford is one to watch.
The penultimate image, of a semi-naked Madam X breaking though a translucent wall to dance in the darkness beyond, whence the neighbours follow in her wake, is theatrically compelling. But while the novel’s chapter headings seem to suggest a positive resolution celebrating some kind of individuality and freedom – expressed in the book as “a beautiful wave of the future” – the play ends with a degenerate orgy. The only interpretation I can put on that is that rather than opening them up to a better world, she has succumbed to becoming their worst fears-cum-secret desires.
On opening night I found watching Madam X and Mister Q to be a somewhat objective, dispassionate exercise. This may be early onset Fringe Fatigue but I’m more inclined to think that the ‘make what you like of it’ mode is less engaging than confronting something that represents a credible ‘truth’ we then have to deal with, like it or not.
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