Moby Dick - Rehearsed
Reviving Orson Welles' dramatization of Herman Melville's classic novel proves to be a daunting task.
Half a century later, Moby-Dick continues to remain a teasing challenge that stage lubbers who set sail after it risk life and limb stalking. In the last decade or so, a number of artists have dived head-first into these roiling seas -- Laurie Anderson with Songs and Stories From "Moby Dick", Rinde Eckert with And God Created Great Whales and Julian Rad with his startlingly effective eight-man Moby Dick -- with varying degrees of success.
Now, director Marc Silberschatz has attempted to give a first-class revival to Moby Dick-Rehearsed, and he's had a daunting time achieving his goal. The catch here is not Welles' abridgement of Melville's oceanic story, because perhaps more readily than any comparable classic, the source material lends itself to judicious trimming. Melville supplemented the riveting tale of Ahab tracking his nemesis with chapters on every aspect of the then-thriving whaling biz. For many contemporary readers, the term "too much information" applies. Stripped on the stage of all the deep background, the narrative has headlong drive and snap.
Instead, the problem with this outing remains partially in how Welles frames his piece: A group of actors interrupt a rehearsal of King Lear to explore Moby-Dick. Any sane theatergoer wants to cry, "Spare us," which Welles did somewhat, concentrating much more diligently on Melville's irresistible plot than any backstage goings-on.
However, vivifying the plot is where Silberschatz has to come through. But in his run at matching ambition with Welles, he too often substitutes bombast for ballast. The 11-man and one-woman cast shouts and carries on as they think actors ought to do when trying to be heard over crashing waves and an angry tail-whomping whale. (Sound designer John D. Ivy's effects, possibly to compensate for the no-set set and the work-clothes costumes, are occasionally helpful but too often nerve-fraying.)
Indeed, the actors-acting atmosphere rules here -- and the scent of attention-getting improvisation abounds. Moreover, not much can be said in favor of the mime the eager thespians do when supposedly tying knots and executing other shipboard chores.