Visually too, the play’s palette of black and white may
serve to evoke the color scheme of a black and white photograph. Bernarda insists on everything being scrubbed
spotless, yet only wears black. Her
morality too is black and white. She
endorses and upholds a society she condemns as keeping her daughters from
enjoying their rightful place in the world.
Bernarda believes herself to be a high-born woman. Whether this is actually the case is left up
to the audience; but, in either case, Bernarda believes her daughters have been
cheated out of their rightful place. But this play is built on the premise of
negation. Bernarda’s opening and closing
line is “Silence” and she imposes on her daughters a regime of denial. This is the story, ultimately, of a dynasty,
only here Clytemnestra has been conceived as a 60-year-old matriarch for whom
social control is inextricably bound up with religious display. The play was conceived as a statement on
tyranny and it wholly succeeds, evoking not only the beginnings of Franco’s
Spain but also the conditions against which the protesters of the Arab Spring
rebelled.
A blog regarding the whims of Lauren Eames [title subject to change]
Sunday, 19 February 2012
The House of Bernarda Alba
I’m not usually one for reimaginings, but I thought the
Almeida’s production of The House of
Bernarda Alba set in modern-ish day Iran was really well chosen and well
done. The play was written on the eve of
Franco’s rise to power in Spain and so tyranny and totalitarianism play
prominent roles in the production. It
centers on the actions of Bernarda Alba after the death of her husband,
specifically the fact that she locks her five daughters and herself within her
house for 8 years of mourning. This
house is not a home; it is conjured within the environment of the play as a fortress
or a coffin. Bernarda summons its
different elements as a means of reinforcing its boundaries: the unseen love
interest of the girls meets his sweethearts through their windows; men and
women are separated (men in the yard, women in the house); and the neighbors
watch each other without mercy between the shutters. The women inside the house are connected to
the outside world only by gossip and the excellent sound design of Dan
Jones. And I feel so much sympathy for
them. I too live with Bernarda Alba.
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