Philadelphia Festival Theatre for New Plays at Annenberg Center, 3680 Walnut St., through May 19 (898- 6791).
I'll bet you didn't know you spoke fluent Yiddish.
And so you do, when you sit in the audience at Ernest Joselovitz's new play, Vilna's Got a Golem, at the Festival Theatre for New Plays. The people you see on stage are members of the Mogulesko Troupe, actors in Vilna in 1899, performing a play for an audience - us - that shares its language - Yiddish.Of course the real actors, in Philadelphia in 1996, are speaking English. But in accepting the pretense that Yiddish is our shared language, we in the real audience, pretending to be the audience in Vilna in 1899, are instantly incorporated into the fiction of the play-outside-the-play-within-the-play, and simultaneously implicated in the cultural politics of Joselovitz's fascinating play.
For Vilna's Got a Golem is about the politics of resistance, and about the complex problems of its theatrical representation - problems that we, as audience members, share by our very act of watching.
The actors we see are staging (on the stage-within-a-stage of David P. Gordon's set) a play about the Jews of Vilna in 1540, a time of rampant anti-semitism, for an audience of Jews of Vilna in 1899, when the actors and the audience alike have just experienced yet another murderous round of pogroms.
Zebi (David Ingram), the head of the theatre company staging a play about violent resistance written by his brother, plays Zebi, a sixteenth-century cobbler who helps his brother build a Golem, an automaton of mud and chickenwire, the embodiment of violent resistance. His brother Zavel (Benjamin Lloyd), who has suffered an unspecified emotionally-crippling loss in the latest pogrom, plays Zavel, a sixteenth-century cobbler whose pregnant wife has been brutally murdered.
The emotional needs of the actor and the character merge, until we cannot be sure whether it is Zavel the actor or Zavel the character who refuses to waiver from his scenario of vengeance, or whether it is the actor playing the Golem (Michael Nichols) or the Golem itself who walks off the stage and out of the theatre.
The rabbi in the play-within-the-play, trying to dissuade
the cobbler brothers from building a Golem, explains that the
Golem is only a metaphor. Not so in the play-within-the-play, in
which the Golem can and does tear the gentile oppressors limb
from limb. But to the actors, the Golem
Or perhaps not. And here's where the question of language
comes in. The Yiddish-theatre actors have the courage to be
defiant because only we in the audience, as Yiddish speakers, can
understand the play's language. But there is another silent
audience in the theatre: the Russo-Lithuanian official, there to
enforce the anti-Jewish ordinances, who unlike us does not
understand Yiddish. Uncle Zeizel (Ray Xifo), when not playing
rabbis and Christian judges, intentionally mistranslates the play
into Russian, transforming the tragic rage and defiance of
Zavel's play into benign farcical comedy.
And so the symbolic resistance of the Mogulesko Troupe
succeeds only because it is not understood. And it soon succeeds
all too well, when the potency of the theatrical image begins to
exceed the mistranslated spoken words used to describe it. The
Russian official leaves the audience - possibly out of boredom,
or perhaps to return with armed soldiers to arrest them all -
forcing us all to consider the possibilities and limitations of
resistance, and the possibilities and limitations of theatre as a
vehicle for it.
This ingenious premise gives Joselovitz a broad canvas on
which to paint his picture of oppression and resistance. The
theatrical goings-on are broad and vaudevillian, with pratfalls
and sound effects and songs and dances. (You can see how a drama
of defiance, so staged, can be mistaken for a light comedy). But
at the center of all the mayhem is the heart of darkness: the
smoldering emotional pain of Zavel ("a man without a life'' who
breathes life to a killing machine), stunningly portrayed by
Lloyd; the horrifying description of his wife and unborn child's
murder; and the brutality of the Golem's acts of vengeance, a
brutality no less vivid and horrifying when staged (by the
Mogulesko Troupe, and by Vilna director Lou Jacob) for
comedy.
Through all this, Joselovitz explores the nature of violent
resistance: how it transforms both the oppressor and the
oppressed; how it can supplant the law (the cornerstone of
Judaism and, arguably, of civilization) with terror; and whether
or not rebellion is worth the price of one innocent victim.
After the intermission, when the return of the absent
Russian official is fearfully anticipated, these issues get
enacted onstage and debated in the wings. The reverberations and
allusions, intended or not - to the Holocaust, to post-Cold-War
unilateral disarmament, to the renewed bombardment across the
Israeli-Lebanese border - become so thick and dense that they
almost threaten to sink the play. And as the play crawls towards
its inevitable, inconclusive, and inevitably melodramatic
conclusion, it begins to feel as though the playwright, the
director, and the able actors (Debora Cahn, TAMIR, Charlie
Fersko, and Ben Lipitz, along with the others) are losing control
of the material, in much the same way that the Mogulesko Troupe
is losing control of their play-within-the-play, and that the
Jewish community is losing control of Zavel's Golem.
There have been a few plays in recent years that have shown
us theatrical performance in times of social or political duress:
the vaudevillians of Peter Barnes's Red Noses singing and
dancing their way through the Black Death, and the deported
convicts in Australia acting Farquhar at gunpoint in Timberlake
Wertenbaker's Our Country's Good, for example.
Vilna's Got a Golem is clearly in this tradition. But
unlike Barnes and Wertenbaker, Joselovitz has the courage to show
that theatre is not necessarily transcendent and redemptive.
Rather, Vilna shows us that making theatre, and even
watching it, is as politically potent and as ethically charged as
direct action. An art form that, like the Golem-making cobblers
in sixteenth-century Vilna, can create life can also take it
away. Theatre, like survival, is a matter of life and death.