Ana Chaya Scotney’s Scattergun: After the Death of Rūaumoko is a Shakespeare for all New Zealand. Her wise, witty, warmhearted Agnes aka Scattergun has a lot to say about the world but she is also grounded in her place as an indigenous New Zealander. With her wild mane of dark curling hair and her athletic figure Scotney is a forceful presence on the stage.

For over 70 minutes the audience is treated to wide ranging, loosely chronological narrative of Agnes’s life so far. Like a scattergun which fires off a large number of small metal bullets, Agnes dives headfirst into everything and anything.

Mourning the death of her brother Rūaumoko at a five year memorial, Scattergun engages in some serious questioning. She has returned from a memorial for her father too. Her mother is drinking heavily with a group of property dealers.  Her older brother is engaged in an intense intellectual dialogue with his girlfriend on the merits of nature versus nurture. An old school friend ‘Old Mate’ chats her up.

Her response to these encounters is rapid: quickfire monologues and like Shakespeare’s fools the result is madcap, clever and insightful. From her birth, through her upbringing, her schooling, her unsuccessful foray into a job in Melbourne and her ignominious return home, Agnes entertains us with her honest and insightful commentaries.

English and Te Reo are comfortable bed mates throughout this glorious journey. We are with her all the way. Her Māori and Pākehā heritage is woven into a strong sense of wairua and whenua ‘the kete of my life’. The New Zealand landscape and the natural world play a big part too. The kererū and piwakawaka come alive through seductive hand gestures and the fascination with volcanic action is highlighted by clever lighting and sound.

The show begins with the ominous arrival of an earthquake, cleverly mimed by Scotney, foreshadowing the untimely death of her brother who is named in honour of the god of earthquakes and volcanoes. It ends with Scattergun/Scotney offering the audience a kōhatu, a stone, and counsel to make use of her reflections.

She has given us a gift: one thoroughly deserving of the standing ovation it received in return.

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Ana Scotney (Ngāti Tāwhaki) has always been a shape-shifter, effortlessly switching between different mediums.  Whether you’ve seen her act in a feature film like The Breaker Upperers or Cousins, her exquisite acapella 2020 debut album as Kōtiro, or in one of her absurd lo-fi pieces released on vimeo (Dance of Lonely Birds), her talent is intimidatingly clear.  As is the fact that she isn’t stopping any time soon.

Scattergun: After the Death of Rūaumoko was originally developed in 2020, as part of the Basement’s Ideas in Residence initiative, by Scotney with the support of Eleanor Bishop.  The two had the intention of creating a poem of epic scale, reflecting on conflicting relationships with place and belonging.  Since then the work has been fine-tuned and directed back in the home turf of Wellington by Stella Reid.  The show has been performed once so far, as a development season, at the New Zealand Fringe in Wellington at BATS Theatre.  This is the show’s second season and is directed by Eleanor Bishop.

Scotney slowly enters the stage and, with a glint in her eye, she takes a moment to check her audience.  Her energy is serene; full of care for those in front of her.

Then her arms rise to the ceiling, and she lunges forward.  Still exposed under the house lights, she glides around the space on her haunches and enacts the “cosmic violence” that defines the mythic realm of the play.  It is one part ritual movement, yet vocalized sound effects – “BOOSH!” – gives the sense of a child at play.

She then crouches over a sequencer and begins to create a dense live polyphony of rumbling noise.  She repeats the movements with ritualised intensity over this soundscape, this time with a dreamlike red lighting. With fingers clawing a flexed belly, and a pukana, she embodies a pouwhenuaand gasses up her mokopuna, talking up her on-fleek nails and heels.  Her mokopuna is the protagonist, Scattergun.

Within the first ten minutes, Scotney, Bishop and Reid have created a clear theatrical language for the play: heightened and sincere, yet never afraid to poke fun at itself.

On one level, the play occurs across the space of a single night; starting at a gathering in the Viaduct to commemorate the passing of Scattergun’s younger brother, Rūaumoko, who passed away five years previously.  Yet the veil between reality and a timeless mythic realm – or the realm of Scattergun’s colossal imagination – is always paper thin.  Rūaumoko is also named after the atua of natural disasters and seasonal change; mourning his absence gives an extra layer to the metaphorical structure of the piece.

The play hovers in the threshold between these two worlds.  Upon this boundary, and as the characters at the memorial get drunker and drunker, we get to a point where we aren’t quite sure if we are listening to the verbatim dialogue of the characters or an expressionistic deeper reality that dives into their deepest anxieties, teasing out no-holds-barred arguments about land ownership, class and race.

Scattergun feels a total disconnect from the family present, and the values most of them hold.  A glib question regarding Scattergun’s property aspirations prompts her to completely deconstruct his question, pointing out its inherent absurdity since New Zealand’s property market is based on stolen land.  The stakes rise higher, and higher, and then Scattergun staggers back into the night.  Lost, yet holding a deep sense of inquiry close to her.

“All I am accountable to in truth, is the dot of black at the centre of the iris, some mini pitch-black night sky, and beyond, the great formless.  (It was buzzy, man!  I had vertigo!)”

Her sadness seems deeper than the grief for her brother; she asks herself if it is an inherited sadness from a predecessor.

Over the course of the night, we meet a whole plethora of characters: estranged family members, a former love interest, and an enigmatic kid who offers her a joint after asking if she believes in the Illuminati.  Scotney switches between them seamlessly, the most minute change in posture and voice can denote a change in character, even in the most fast-paced conversations.  A kereru enters the space, simply suggested by the motion of Ana’s hands, and the imitation of the sound of its beating wings.

The play’s deepest moments of connection and emotional intimacy are with those that are absent from the increasingly sad reality in front of her: her whanau back in the rohe, grounded in their Maoritanga.  We see memories of a heavily pregnant aunt describing the feeling of drawing strength from the land, her hand first touching the ground, then touching her belly.  The bravado of an uncle talking about his days in the Mongrel Mob in the eighties softens as he begins to describe the traditional trading routes taken by their hapu along a certain river.

Then, in a blink, we are jolted back into the urban self-consciousness of the Viaduct, where such firm confidence in one’s cultural identity and relationship with the land seem far more difficult to achieve.  A vision of herself in her ancestral homeland comes at the most unexpected moment, and then is punctured by a comic, yet fierce argument.

Yet she is in the process of finding an inner strength from within her grief; the emotional arc of the play is towards hope and healing.

After the memorial, we see Scattergun deep in an internet wormhole, in which she does a deep dive into the geology of the country.  She wonders how landscape shapes the people upon it, how power is encoded in rock.  How one draws different kinds of strength from the nature of the earth beneath one’s feet; one people draws it from basalt, another from porous limestone.  The tectonic movements beneath us are the domain of Rūaumoko; they promise renewal.

The design of the play is minimal.  There is no set, all design is purely light and sound (designed respectively by Isadora Lao and Scotney).  This works to the advantage of the play, as anything that detracted attention from Scotney’s voice and body in performance would detract from the language of the piece.

In past interviews, Scotney has spoken of the importance of telling stories with aroha.  This could not be more clear; she holds such a generous presence onstage as a storyteller.  Scattergun is an extraordinary achievement; awe-inspiring, hilarious and unpredictable.  Scotney is so fluent in this unique theatrical language, that you cannot help but be completely transported.

Scattergun: After the Death of Rūaumoko is a work of spiritual richness and immense artistic integrity.  I wish Scotney, Reid and Bishop all the best with its further life – it needs to be seen.

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