Upon entering the Salle Alfred-Pellan at the Maison des Arts de Laval, a large mural of sutured concrete covered in swirling groups meets the viewer’s gaze. Details emerge such as drawn rifles and small tanks.
In the news, Russian and Western forces are fighting it out in Ukraine – the “blue” pro-Russian camp and the “orange” pro-Western Ukrainian camp. But there is another voice.
This epic Aeneid is both timely and fabulous. Olivier Kemeid has transposed some of the story to modern settings and his refugee camps and underworlds are as horrific as anything imagined by Virgil.
Oren Safdie, 22 years a playwright, is enjoying a successful run of his first script to be produced in Montreal, his hometown. I spoke with the writer just before he attended a performance at the Bain St. Michel.
Juliette Greco, the iconic singer of the existential crowd in rive gauche Paris in the 50s, headlined a one night stand at the huge (2900 seats) Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier as a highlight of the annual Nuit Blanche.
Blood runs deep and long, and Hill spurts it all out and does not spare any detail on the subject. At times, my interest suffered from faint spells.
Motherhouse is a brave marriage of political story telling and popular theatre. Holly Gauthier-Frankel takes the stage and kibitzes with the audience, quickly launching into the story of the woman who works at a munitions factory in Verdun during the First World War.
Geneviève Metson plays with phosphorus in the lab and has learnt its story. She will tell it at Place Bonaventure on Saturday with an interactive dance performance.
The PQ, like exhausted dancers at the end of a marathon, are ramping up the music and throwing in their final moves. The latest cha cha cha is Diane de Courcy’s promise to erase any and all sense of bilingualism in the province.
Nuit Blanche, more Nuit Blanche, the comfort of yurts, and underground art (literally): your #ListMTL for February 24 to March 9.
All plays about the holocaust are difficult to watch. This particular tale, of a wealthy Austrian woman who manages to survive but loses much on the way, is no exception.
In a gripping two hours, The Walnut Tree relates in a mix of dream sequences and starkly realistic confrontations, yet another story of the few survivors of the nightmares that swept Europe in the mid 20th century.
In reading Carolyne Van Der Meer’s remarkable work, Motherlode: A Mosaic of Dutch Wartime Experiences, I was reminded of the intricate lace curtains found on the…
“The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.”George Bernard Shaw. I do not know if Eugene Ionesco, the Romanian-French “Theatre of the Absurd” playwright knew of this quip when he wrote The Bald Soprano, his first play in 1950, the year of Shaw’s absurd death at 94 while climbing a tree.
The ancient Greeks said it all. Not only in philosophy, but in theatre. Some 500 to 400 years BCE, the Greek dramatists Fab Four — Aeschylus, Aristophanes (my favorite), Euripides and Sophocles — ruled the roost with deep observations that traverse the centuries, unmatched by anyone until Shakespeare.