The Goat or, Who is Sylvia?
\nby Edward Albee.
\nState Theatre Company South Australia
\nand Sydney Theatre Company.
\nDunstan Playhouse, Adelaide Festival Centre.
\nFebruary 14. Bookings: statetheatrecompany.com.au
\nTickets: $49-95. Until February 25.
\nDuration : 100 minutes. No interval.<\/p>\n
Sydney Theatre Company season
\nat the Roslyn Packer Theatre, Sydney,
\nMarch 2 -25. Tickets : $65- $125.<\/p>\n
Murray Bramwell<\/p>\n
It\u2019s in the title of the play so it doesn\u2019t need a spoiler alert. We know who Sylvia is. She is a goat. But what Sylvia means is something else again. In his play for the new millennium back in 2000, Edward Albee fashioned a dramatic hybrid which had, and continues to have, astonishing theatrical effect. The Goat or, Who is Sylvia ?<\/em> has elements from both comedy of manners and the \u201cgoat songs\u201d of Greek drama. You might call it Screwball Tragedy.<\/p>\n The program notes for this galvanising State Theatre company production quote directly from the playwright. \u201cEvery civilisation sets quite arbitrary limits to its tolerances. The play is about a family that is rocked by a deeply unimaginable event and how they solve that problem.\u201d<\/p>\n About to turn fifty, Martin is an award-winning architect about to build a multi-billion dollar megacity. His wife Stevie is stylish, sharp and devoted and they have a teenage son, Billy. It is during a rehearsal for an interview with his old friend Ross that things go awry. Encouraged to confide about what is troubling him, Martin reveals he is in love with Sylvia, and more. Like a busybody character in an Ibsen play, Ross feels bound to write to Stevie conveying the \u201ctidings\u201d of his friend Martin\u2019s life-lie. The rest of the play is about what happens when the unspeakable is spoken.<\/p>\n When Albee said that his play refers to bestiality but also to flower arranging, he is being mischievous but he is also right. It is really about otherness, transgression and betrayal, guilt and recrimination . Sylvia is a goat but is also a scapegoat. She is the pretext not the cause for the dynamics of the breakdown of a chain of relationships which Albee examines in dazzling and incongruously diverting ways.<\/p>\n Warmly and elegantly lit by Nigel Levings, Jeremy Allen\u2019s lavish apartment d\u00e9cor (with heavy timber beams and panels and pastel mid-century divans, deco wall designs and an array of flower vases) describes the casual affluence of Martin\u2019s milieu.<\/p>\n Director Mitchell Butel has brought the disparate elements of Albee\u2019s work together with brisk efficiency. The opening scene unfolds with gliding ease as Martin and Stevie (Nathan Page and Claudia Karvan) deliver Albee\u2019s suave, amusing dialogue. It is as astringently witty as it is portentous.<\/p>\n Amidst the badinage are hints of tragic implications. Martin\u2019s coat smells strange, he has a card with an unknown woman\u2019s name on it. They hypothesize about infidelity then break into a Noel Coward-esque exchange of truth-telling. \u201cYou are too much\u201d says Stevie, when he names and describes his betrayal. \u201cYou tell them and they laugh !\u201d Martin replies in the direction of the audience.<\/p>\n The performances are all excellent. Nathan Page captures Martin\u2019s distractedness and his innocent confusion at his infatuated state, while Claudia Karvan, returning to the stage after a brilliant screen career, is disarmingly good-natured and fond initially, heart-breakingly eloquent in betrayal and builds towards Medean vengeance in the extraordinary final scene. Their lengthy exchanges of accusation and defence are sprinkled with droll asides \u2013 Martin will correct grammar with \u2018whom\u2019, or wonder on a word; Stevie in an intensely vehement moment will pause and observe \u201dwomen in deep woe often mix their metaphors.\u201d<\/p>\n Equally astute is Mark Saturno as the whistleblower, Ross. He serves Albee\u2019s dual purpose, venting reasonable outrage at Martin\u2019s declarations but also having hypocritical concern as much for appearance as moral rectitude. Saturno\u2019s gusto and guffaws splendidly feed the comedy and raucousness of Albee\u2019s satire.<\/p>\n As Billy, making his stage debut, Yazeed Daher, memorably captures the consternation and fury of the gay teenage son watching his parents disintegrate in front of his eyes. He delivers his lines sardonically where required and plays a crucial role in the complex final scene with Page and Saturno.<\/p>\n State Theatre Company has opened its season with a terrific production and Edward Albee\u2019s deliberately unsettling and unresolved text creates valuable disturbance in a hundred minutes of captivating theatre.<\/p>\n Published online in The Australian<\/em> as \u201cGuffaws and vengeance in a tale of family woe\u201d February 17, 2023.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Goat or, Who is Sylvia? by Edward Albee. State Theatre Company South Australia and Sydney Theatre Company. Dunstan Playhouse, Adelaide Festival Centre. February 14. Bookings: statetheatrecompany.com.au Tickets: $49-95. Until February 25. Duration : 100 minutes. No interval. Sydney Theatre Company season at the Roslyn Packer Theatre, Sydney, March 2 -25. Tickets : $65- $125. Murray Bramwell It\u2019s in the title of the play so it doesn\u2019t need a spoiler alert. 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