Five actors portray more than two dozen characters in the Cherry’s hybrid production of The Wetsuitman
THE WETSUITMAN
The Cherry Artists’ Collective
The Cherry Artspace, Ithaca
March 31 – April 3, livestream $20, in-person $25-$35
www.thecherry.org
“It’s only a case,” a detective says in the Cherry’s English-language world premiere of Freek Mariën’s The Wetsuitman. Of course, in police procedurals, especially Scandiavian ones, it’s never only a case.
The Cherry continues its exemplary live and livestreamed productions with The Wetsuitman, running March 31 through April 3 from the Cherry Artspace in Ithaca, directed by Samuel Buggeln. Inspired by a magazine article by Norwegian journalist Anders Fjellberg and translated by David McKay, the hundred-minute crime thriller begins when a decaying body in a wetsuit is found by an old architect in a cove.
It’s 2015, and Inspector Westerman and criminology intern Magnussen are on the case, which has similarities to a previous unsolved murder. Again, evidence is scarce; the dour medical examiner states something many of us have learned by streaming Scandinavian crime dramas during the pandemic: “Norway is a country made for / accidents / we have cliffs / we have storms / we have big ships / we have big rocks / we have all those people / on drilling platforms / and god-knows-where in the Arctic / we freeze to death / we have train crashes / we have plane crashes / we have shipwrecks / terrorists / and remember half the time / this is in total darkness / so whatever can break down / will break down / and if no one else does it to us / we do it to ourselves / Norway / land of alcoholism and suicide / it’s not what the brochures say / but it’s true / we beat the world in drinking and depression / we beat each other to a pulp in the darkness / drunk and depressed / we fall off cliffs / that’s if we don’t get blown up / flattened / sucked into a propeller / which is all to say / we’re the best at identifying bodies / got it down to a science / give me a body / I’ll give you a name / I’m the medical examiner / I smell like formaldehyde / and have a hard time getting into relationships / because women seem to think / ‘those hands of his / were just inside a corpse.’”
The medical examiner (Marc Gomes) discusses death in Norway in The Wetsuitman
When Westerman asks him what the cause of death was, he essentially throws his hands up, admitting, “I couldn’t even tell you / if he’s been dead three days or three weeks.”
Westerman and Magnussen are joined by another detective, Hustvedt, as they interview anyone who might have information on the missing person, but red herrings keep being dangled in front of them. The investigation goes from Norway and France to Syria and the Netherlands as the cops and a journalist speak with Customs and tourism officials, salespeople, a scientist, a lifeguard, a corporate spokesperson, a beachcomber, refugees, and others, trying to figure out who the Wetsuitman is and how he died.
Eric Brooks, Marc Gomes, Karl Gregory, Amoreena Wade, and Sylvie Yntema do a terrific job portraying more than two dozen characters, with only minimal costume changes; sometimes they even argue over who is going to play whom at any moment, taking over a role in the middle of a scene. They often introduce themselves or each other so the audience knows who is who; for example, Hustvedt explains, “I’m on the case now / Hustvedt / head of missing persons / I’m taking over the investigation / bald spot / big mustache / clenching a cigarette / in my gold teeth.”
Sylvie Yntema makes a point in English-language premiere of Freek Mariën’s The Wetsuitman
The actors move folding tables and chairs on and off the set to indicate changes of time and space; still photos are projected onto a back screen to add detail to the story, including the geographic location. The livestream is designed by Karen Rodriguez, with multiple cameras offering closeups as well as views from the audience; several attempts at using split screens are not quite successful, but otherwise it definitely feels like a play and not a movie. And for the record, the comment about Renée Zellweger feels out of place, unnecessarily mean-spirited in an otherwise spirited production.
The narrative starts out as a murder mystery but turns into so much more as such issues as race, corruption, and immigration come into focus. During the lockdown, the Cherry presented such fine works as A Day, And What Happens if I Don’t, Hotel Good Luck, and Felt Sad, Posted a Frog (and other streams of global quarantine); I’m glad to see the company is continuing to stream its productions from its upstate home to give us city folk a chance to see it as well.