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HANNAH ARENDT AND THE HISTORY OF THOUGHT: A TWI-NY TALK WITH JENNY LYN BADER

Jenny Lyn Bader’s Mrs. Stern Wanders the Prussian State Library explores a little-known part of the life of Hannah Arendt, portrayed by Ella Dershowitz (photo by Valerie Terranova)

MRS. STERN WANDERS THE PRUSSIAN STATE LIBRARY
59E59 Theaters
59 East 59th St. between Park & Madison Aves.
Through November 10, $44
212-279-4200
www.59e59.org

“Personally I think that is the first big mistake in the history of thought — that truth comes at the end. I think truth comes at the beginning of a thought,” the title character says in response to a prison guard’s question about hidden truth in Jenny Lyn Bader’s outstanding drama Mrs. Stern Wanders the Prussian State Library, which opened Thursday night at 59E59 for a limited run through November 10.

The show takes place in 1933 Berlin, where twenty-six-year-old burgeoning historian, philosopher, and author Hannah Arendt — her married name at the time was Stern; she and her first husband, Günther Anders Stern, would divorce in 1937 — has been arrested by the Gestapo and is being held in a dank cell. She is visited several times a day by Karl, an inquisitive guard who appears to be just as interested in her philosophy as in the identities of her dissident, Zionist friends; he also gives her updates on how her mother, who is in a different cell, is doing, although sharing such information is against the rules. The terrific cast features Ella Dershowitz as Hannah, Brett Temple as Karl, and Drew Hirshfield as a lawyer; the play, which resonates with the rise of antisemitism in today’s world, is beautifully directed by Ari Laura Kreith, with an immersive set by Lauren Helpern. Coincidentally, the load-in for the production was done on what would have been Arendt’s 118th birthday, on October 14.

A prolific award-winning playwright who graduated from Dalton and Harvard, Bader (The Whole Megillah: A Purim Spiel for Grown-Ups, None of the Above, Manhattan Casanova, In Flight) has written more than thirty full-length and short works, including ten virtual presentations, in addition to numerous essays and the web serial drama Watercooler. She and her husband, author and educator Roger Berkowitz, are raising two children on the Upper West Side.

Berkowitz and Bader will team up for a talkback following the 7:15 performance of Mrs. Stern Wanders the Prussian State Library on November 3; there will also be talkbacks with Mark Schonwetter, Ann Arnold, and Isabella Fiske on October 29 (7:15), Bader on October 30 (2:15) and November 7 (2:15), and Bader and Dawn Tripp on October 30 (7:15).

I recently spoke over Zoom with Bader, who is a friend of mine and my wife’s, discussing Hannah Arendt, misquotations, the playwriting process, and the search for the truth.

“I have a pandemic cat. She’s absolutely wonderful. It was my daughter who insisted on getting the cat, and now I’ve become obsessed with her. That’s what happens,” Bader explains about Terry, who is half Abyssinian and half Bengal (photo courtesy Jenny Lyn Bader)

twi-ny: What was the genesis of the project?

jenny lyn bader: I was at a meeting at the League of Professional Theatre Women. We used to have something called the Think Tank. I was at a Think Tank meeting and my friend Cindy Cooper said to me that she was curating an evening called “More Jewish Women You Should Know” at the Anne Frank Center because she had done an evening called “Jewish Women You Should Know,” and it had been so popular that the center asked her to bring “More Jewish Women” there.

She asked me if I was writing anything about a Jewish woman, and I said, Yes, I was working on something about some obscure housewives who had been part of the antinuclear protest movement. And she said, No, they can’t be obscure. It has to be a woman with an image and a name and do you have anything like that? And I said I don’t, and that could have been the end of the conversation, but I said, But I could write something for the occasion. And this was interesting because everybody else was doing an excerpt of a project they were already working on, and here I was, I had nothing. And she said, Okay, who? And I suggested a couple of people, and I think the third person I suggested was Hannah Arendt. I said, I have a lot of her research materials and a lot of books written by her and about her in my home.

I’ve also attended an alarming number of conferences inspired by Hannah Arendt. I’m an adviser to the Hannah Arendt Center and have been involved with it and been there a lot even before joining the board of advisers because my husband, Roger Berkowitz, founded the Hannah Arendt Center for Politics and Humanities at Bard College. So I am very steeped in her thinking all the time. Roger has a weekly reading group, and people come from all over the world, from different countries, time zones, to discuss reading Arendt. I’m often on that Zoom meeting, but I also can sometimes hear the meeting in my apartment even if I’m not signed on. So I’m very submerged in the world of Hannah Arendt, by osmosis and more proactively depending on the time of day.

I suggested Hannah Arendt. She said, Okay, Hannah Arendt, I like that. The next time I saw her, she handed me a flyer and said, Oh, here’s the flyer for our event. And it said, “More Jewish Women You Should Know: Readings of Excerpts of New Plays at the Anne Frank Center.” And there were these photographs of four important historical women: Emma Goldman, Emma Lazarus, Gisa Konopka, Hannah Arendt. And it had the names of four playwrights and these four historical women — and it was in six weeks. I’ve had this happen before, where the brochure preexists the script, but that usually happens in a situation where I know the exact goal of the script or if it’s a commission, what it’s supposed to be about.

Here I only had a character, but I didn’t know if I was writing about her when she was old or young or what was happening. I had a subject, but I didn’t have the subject. So now I had to figure out what the play was about. I was going to see another show of mine in Boston with my husband, and we were taking the Acela, so we had a few hours and I said to him, I’ve got this flyer, this thing is happening. Everyone else has a full-length play. I’ve got nothing. What do you think is the most dramatic thing that ever happened to Hannah Arendt? And it can’t be the [Adolph] Eichmann controversy; there’s already a movie about that. And it can’t be the [Martin] Heidegger relationship, because there’s already a play about that.

And Roger said, Huh, I think it’s probably her experience with Jewish Cultural Reconstruction, Inc., this committee after the war that decided what happened to all of the Judaica and where everything went. So it was a very emotional experience for her. She returned to Germany after the war and sat on this committee and had to decide whether to see Heidegger while she was there and decide where things went and heard more about what had happened to her friends. It was a lot.

Roger starts telling me about this for a couple of hours and I’m taking all these notes, and then, as the train pulls into the station, he says, There was that time she was arrested. That week I started to try to write the Cultural Reconstruction play, but I wasn’t finding my way into it. I couldn’t figure out whether it started on the airplane or back in Germany or in a conversation with which characters. I just couldn’t find the shape of the play. The play was not writing itself, it was not doing that for me. And I believe that a really good idea writes itself.

Hannah Arendt was born in Germany in 1906 and died in New York City in 1975

twi-ny: Did you feel, at that point, that you were on the right track even though it wasn’t writing itself?

jlb: No. After a couple of hours I kind of gave up on this play and I thought, Well, I have to find another subject. What is this thing about her being arrested? I’ve never heard of it. I know Hannah Arendt scholars, I know people who knew Hannah Arendt. I’ve talked to a lot of people about her. I’ve been to many conferences at the Arendt Center, not necessarily about her work but inspired by her work in some way. I’ve been in the orbit of Hannah Arendt for a while, but I did not know that she was arrested when I began this project. And one reason I didn’t know was that it was not something she talked about a lot. She really didn’t mention it during most of her life because after the war, people didn’t really talk about their stories. Gruesome things happened to people and they didn’t want to talk about that.

And then less gruesome things happened and those people didn’t want to tell their story because it wasn’t as gruesome. They felt it wasn’t significant. In fact, she says in the interview she gives where she finally does tell the story, “What actually led me out of Germany I never told since it’s so inconsequential.”

Miraculously, I immediately picked up and found the one book where she mentions this, and it was in this 1964 interview with Günter Gaus, which you can watch online now, but you couldn’t at that time.

[ed. note: You can also watch Arendt’s last interview, in 1973 with Roger Errera, here.]

twi-ny: I looked at some of it. It was amazing to be able to see her talk, casually smoke her cigarette.

jlb: Yes! So I read this interview, and in the interview she says she was arrested by a young man with a decent, open face who had been working for the criminal police, had just got promoted to the political police, doesn’t really know what to do with her and has to figure out how to charge her. This is so different from his last job. And a little more, but I don’t want to say too much for those who haven’t seen it, about exactly what happened. And I thought, Well, there’s your play.

twi-ny: There it is.

jlb: Yeah. And I started writing it. That first version just had two characters, and I brought it into my writers group, the Playwrights Gallery, and two actors read it. I asked those two actors to do the reading at the Anne Frank Center that was coming up the following week. And then the actress dropped out the night before; she got a better-paying job that conflicted.

So I ended up being in that first reading myself. I had this two-character short play that some people thought was an excerpt. This is like the downtown Manhattan version of Hamilton at the White House story, right? They had a song and they said it was from a musical, but there was no musical. I had this scene that I told people was from a play, but I didn’t have the play; I didn’t know what the play was yet. I only knew what that scene was.

So I ended up doing it that night. People would say, This is a really interesting premise; you should expand this play! But I couldn’t figure out how to expand it because a short play doesn’t always turn into a long play. And also it was hard for me to evaluate the short play because after that first performance, people kept inviting me to perform it myself, with a guy playing the officer. So I never saw it because I was always in it. I was always performing it. And then one day there was a festival about Jewish women from history at the Museum of Jewish Heritage, and one of the organizers asked me, Could we do your Hannah Arendt piece? I said, Yes, but I’m going to be out of town. And they said, Oh, that’s okay. We don’t want any playwrights acting in their own pieces in this festival. And I said, Fine. They actually cast Kate Hamill.

twi-ny: Wow!

jlb: Kimberly Eaton directed that version, and she cast Kate Hamill, who also has a play coming up at 59E59 Theaters this season [The Light and the Dark (the life and times of Artemisia Gentileschi), starting November 2]. She’s an absolutely wonderful actress. She did the scene and I saw her, she was a very tiny, tiny Kate Hamill on my Zoom screen, where I was watching from out of town; I participated in the Zoom rehearsal, and then I came back into town and there was some kind of miracle where there was a blizzard on the day of the festival and it was entirely postponed. So I thought I was going to miss it, but I actually saw it because it happened three days later and I got to see Kate Hamill do the scene and I watched it and I thought, Oh my gosh, I know how to turn this into a full-length play.

There’s a third character, and I know who he is, and he’s mentioned twice in that original interview, but not in the way I’m going to dramatize it. There are two references to attorneys in that interview, but I’ve hit upon a way of adding the attorney that changes the shape of the play.

Jenny Lyn Bader starred in her solo play Equally Divine: The Real Story of the Mona Lisa in 2019 at Theatre Row

twi-ny: Yes, it does. What’s that feeling like?

jlb: Oh, I mean, it’s absolutely wonderful. I’m a big believer in the unconscious mind and in the subconscious mind. Sometimes I’ll go to sleep thinking about a problem and I’ll wake up and I’ll have dreamt the answer. I believe we need to court our subconscious, bring lattes to our subconscious, whatever you need to do just to be tapped into that. Playwriting is a really unusual kind of writing because so much of it has to do with reading aloud and being in a role. And so I find if I participate in a developmental reading of a play of mine and I play a role, I mainly get insight on how to develop that role, how to develop that character, what they would say, what they would not say, what are the emotional transitions, are they logical, or are they emotionally justified. But I don’t necessarily get an insight into the whole.

It helps to watch different people in the roles, although sometimes the best ideas come when you’re not watching, you’re just thinking about something else or going somewhere. I find sometimes just changing locations is really important when you’re trying to spur on the creative process. The first play that I wrote that was produced in New York I got the idea for on the crosstown bus; just being in motion or going to a new place. When you’re stuck, it can be good to leave your office and go out in the world.

twi-ny: Prior to your knowing Roger, were you already a Hannah Arendt fan? Did you know a lot about her or was it through your relationship with him?

jlb: Prior to knowing Roger, I think I had only read Eichmann in Jerusalem, but I was familiar with her in general, what people said about her. I’d seen a lot of stuff about her. Now there are five documentaries, a couple of plays, a biopic. I was aware of her in the cultural imagination, and I had read about The Origins of Totalitarianism. I don’t think I had attempted to read it — it’s a very intense book — yet it’s become, in recent years, a bestseller in the United States, years after she wrote it. [The book was published in 1951.]

It’s just full of wisdom for us today. I should mention that there’s a quotation that has gone viral recently on the internet, and it had at one point more than fifty thousand downloads just on one of the social media sites, and it’s a misquotation. Roger actually wrote a piece about how it was a misquotation.

Shortly after that, I saw it misquoted again, this time with a photo of someone who is not her. I thought, What is this? Why are people doing this? Why do we want her to have written with less complexity and nuance than she did? And why do we want her to look different than she did? What is this strange way that she’s getting refashioned by social media?

twi-ny: I read that piece; it’s the quote about constantly lying.

jlb: The other day I noticed it was Eugene O’Neill’s birthday and I wanted to post something about it. I looked for a quotation, and there were so many things that he did not say attributed to him.

twi-ny: There are sites dedicated to things Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Mark Twain, Benjamin Franklin never said. Has the play changed in the five years since it premiered at Luna?

jlb: Yes. Yes, it has. I mean, it’s the same, but as you work on a play, you make more discoveries, especially when you’re working with a director like Ari Laura Kreith, who does very deep exploration. We had a wonderful rehearsal process. The play at Luna was five scenes, and this version is six scenes. So one of the scenes has been broken up in a way that I think is more effective for the dramatic arc. And then there were still a couple of lines in there that were holdovers from the short piece, which sort of gave too much away early. So there’s been a little bit of tweaking and restructuring, I would say.

But I was very proud of the version that was at Luna. I was considering sending it out to publishers, but I always try not to do that until two, possibly three productions in, because you always make changes. I always say, look at Sam Shepard. He won the Pulitzer, and seventeen years later he totally rewrote Buried Child. You never know what it’s going to be. Plays are living; they are alive.

twi-ny: Ella is a tremendous Hannah Arendt. What was the casting like?

jlb: Brett did the play in New Jersey, so he was a real find in 2019. So that was set; we didn’t have auditions for his role. This time around we only auditioned potential Hannahs and potential Erichs. It was very exciting when Ella came into the room.

twi-ny: It clicked right from the start.

jlb: I am a big crossword puzzle fan, so when I saw that she was a crossword constructor in her spare time — some people wait tables, she constructs crosswords for the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and Los Angeles Times. Also on her resume it said she had studied philosophy and psychology at Yale, which is not the kind of thing that usually gets you an acting job, but in this case I found it really impressive. And she’s just a transformational actress.

So I was very excited about the audition, but I was also nervous. I really thought this was cool that she was a crossword constructor, but was I biased toward her? She was blonde at the time. Was the blonde hair going to be an issue? Everybody knows what Hannah Arendt looked like. I said to the casting director, What are the rules about that? What is the proper way to ask her if she would be willing to dye her hair? The rules were explained to me. But then the next time Ella walked into the room, five minutes later before she left she said, By the way, I’m willing to dye my hair. So she removed the final obstacle, but I don’t know, she’s just a really special, vulnerable, riveting actress.

twi-ny: Definitely.

jlb: And Drew, playing the attorney, that’s a really hard scene actually. Drew makes it look easy, but he just walked in and gave one of the best auditions I’ve ever seen. He has a few minutes to establish the main conflict of the play, the main dilemma. A lot of the burden of the play’s climax rests on his performance. And of course, Brett is just extraordinary in portraying the inner conflict of the police officer, with some kind of humanity.

twi-ny: Which is not how we think of Nazi prison guards.

jlb: It’s funny. A lot of people come up to me after the play and say, Oh, I really like the Nazi. But he’s not technically a Nazi. He was a member of the criminal police; the Gestapo had just started that week and had not been fully “Nazified” yet, so we still have him in last week’s uniform.

twi-ny: There is no swastika on it.

Mrs. Stern made its Luna Stage debut in 2019, with Brett Temple as Karl Frick and Giuliana Carr as Hannah Arendt (photo by Mike Peters / Montclair State)

jlb: In the 2019 production, we did have a swastika, and it was not historically accurate, but the design team felt it would give people the right vibe. The play now looks like it’s set in a Gestapo cellar, which is, I think, where she would’ve been. In the 2019 production, they made it a jail with bars. They thought that conveyed the sense of being imprisoned. So there were certain dramatic liberties taken in the design.

What’s interesting about this period is there isn’t yet a swastika on everything. There’s about to be. We’re in the last vestiges of the old Germany. But I think the audience sees the swastika even if it’s not there.

twi-ny: And the swastika is mentioned in the dialogue. Speaking of libraries, another part of the play that works so well is how relevant it is to what’s happening today, with banned books and parents and schools deciding what all kids can and can’t read. That’s always a bad cultural sign. Was that consciously done in the writing?

jlb: I feel that suppression of thought leads to suppression of people, and that leads to violence. I think that is at the core of this story and of what happens to her. I was thinking about trying to send this play to a festival that said “no Holocaust plays.” And I said to myself, Well, this is not actually a Holocaust play. Maybe I can send it. Right? This is pre-Holocaust. Nobody’s being put in a gas chamber. Someone is being questioned, but this play has some comedic elements, and maybe this festival that doesn’t want Holocaust plays would read it.

But then the play was featured in a source book called Women, Theater, and the Holocaust, and someone suggested that the play be listed in it, and it now is. So it’s both not a Holocaust play and a Holocaust play in the sense that this is the kind of thing that leads to much darker things.

When you start saying what people can read and you make it illegal for them to distribute materials about antisemitism and hate, and you make it illegal for them to do that the day after they already did it, it’s very scary.

twi-ny: Fifteen or twenty years ago, I don’t think Arendt would’ve been as well known as she is today. So even for people who think they know her through books and movies and other plays, what do you think they will learn from yours?

jlb: Well, I think that often there is a tendency to talk about women through men and through their relationships with men and what they have said about men. And part of that is the problem of sexism and misogyny in general; who wants a story about a woman? Oh, there’s a man in it. Okay. So it was interesting that at our first talkback, there was a question about Heidegger, who had nothing to do with the play. It torpedoed the conversation momentarily. In our second one, there was a question about Eichmann.

I’ve written about neither of those people. It could be argued that there are references or connections in the play to both of those people, but they are not characters in the play. The play is not about them. The play is about a woman, and a woman who was extremely courageous and who was very perceptive about what was going on in her time and who was really able to talk to anybody, even her prison guard. And she’s this incredible human being who has written some controversial things.

She managed to write thirty books and to have a huge number of insights, very, very wide-ranging ideas, and she’s multidisciplinary. She doesn’t just stick to one field. She’s taught today in philosophy programs, in politics programs and literature and genocide studies and Jewish studies. You can find her work across humanities disciplines, and you can find people in different walks of life who are deeply influenced by her work. I’ve met doctors, lawyers, scientists, psychologists who say that Arendt has been a big influence on them.

What I do is I show her when she’s twenty-six years old, when she already has a kind of ethical and moral backbone that is extraordinary and the social gifts and the wit that are legendary. She hasn’t written all thirty books yet, but what I decided at a certain point is that she’s already thinking about them. She’s already starting to figure them out. So I decided it’s all there. In some ways, this situation is giving her ideas for more books.

Hannah Arendt (Ella Dershowitz) is visited by a lawyer (Drew Hirshfield) in gripping play by Jenny Lyn Bader (photo by Stephanie Gamba)

twi-ny: In addition, the thing that is key for her, even more important than herself, is her mother, who’s also imprisoned. She’s more concerned about her mother’s safety and well-being than her own. And not everybody’s going to feel that way when they’re locked up in a dungeon.

jlb: When you write a play that’s about a [fictional] brilliant woman, a random, brilliant, strong woman, you’re going to get a lot of feedback. Like, Oh, did this person really do that? Can’t you make this character more soft or whatever. Whereas if you write about a real person, you don’t get these sexist critiques of the brilliant woman. She really did exist. So there’s something especially exciting about this story, this story that’s centered on a woman, but it’s not about being a woman. It’s not about having a relationship with a man. It’s about a person who is a human being who understands what it means to be a human being and understands our common humanity.

This connects back to what you asked me earlier about getting ideas. And that actually happens in the play. You watch her getting ideas and you see her coming up with ideas and realizing she may be executed before she gets to write them.

twi-ny: Right. And even though you know that she isn’t going to get executed, you still have this fear, this tension.

jlb: There’s several weird things about this play, Mark. One weird thing I learned was at the first public reading of the play, at Urban Stages. I had no idea how suspenseful the play would be. There were a whole bunch of people there who were on the board of the Arendt Center, or went to conferences regularly at the center, who knew full well that Hannah Arendt was not executed for treason, but they were on the edge of their seats, worried about her; because, sitting in the audience, we know she survived, but we don’t know exactly how.

And there’s just the suspension of disbelief when you go into the world of the play. Even people who absolutely know better were taken into that suspense. So that was a surprise to me. And then another surprise was how we live in a very politically polarized world, and Hannah Arendt is one of those thinkers who asks us how we can all talk to each other, how we can talk across ideological divides, how we can find common ground with those who disagree with us. And that’s a very important thing that people are talking about now who are influenced by her work.

You asked if I had intended it being a story about the suppression of thought and all of the censorship that’s happening today. And yes, I did intend those things. What I didn’t intend was that I would somehow hit upon the common ground between left and right that people keep talking about in this country. There’s no common ground. Well, people who are leftist activists and conservative activists have both embraced this play.

twi-ny: There’s hope for our future.

jlb: I feel like they now have something in common, and now we can begin a conversation.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

MYSTERY AND MURDER AT MERCHANT’S HOUSE

(photo by Joey Stocks)

John Kevin Jones pays tribute to Edgar Allan Poe at historic Merchant’s House Museum (photo by Joey Stocks)

KILLING AN EVENING WITH EDGAR ALLAN POE: MURDER AT THE MERCHANT’S HOUSE
Merchant’s House Museum
29 East Fourth St. between Lafayette St. and the Bowery
October 31 – November 10, $65-$75
212-777-1089
merchantshouse.org
www.summonersensemble.org

John Kevin Jones is back for his annual fall residency at the historic Merchant’s House Museum on East Fourth St. with Killing an Evening with Edgar Allan Poe: Murder at the Merchant’s House. Jones has gained a kind of cult fan club for his unique one-man version of A Christmas Carol at the museum, a home built in 1831-32 that was occupied continuously by the Tredwell family from 1835 to 1933. The nineteenth century feels very present in the house, which was one of the first twenty buildings to gain landmark status under the city’s 1965 law and functions as a museum, preserving the Tredwell family’s furnishings as they would have appeared when Poe, coincidentally, lived nearby for a time at 85 West Third St. and later in a cottage in the Bronx. Dressed in nineteenth-century-style jacket, vest, top hat, and ascot, Jones celebrates Edgar Allan Poe with three of his most popular writings, preceded by short introductions about each work and Poe’s career.

Forty people are squeezed into the Tredwells’ candlelit double parlor — with a coffin at one end and a dining table at the other — and Jones walks up and down the narrow space between, where the audience is seated on three sides, boldly delivering two classic Poe tales of treachery and murder, “The Tell-Tale Heart” and “The Cask of Amontillado,” both from memory. His deep, theatrical voice resonates through the room as he catches the eye of audience members, adding yet more chills and thrills to the mystery in the air. He then sits down with a book for the long poem “The Raven,” evoking the great Poe actor Vincent Price. Jones, director Dr. Rhonda Dodd, and stage manager Dan Renkin, the leaders of Summoners Ensemble Theatre, keep the focus on Poe’s remarkable narrative technique; you might be watching one man, but you’ll feel like you’re seeing each of Poe’s characters in vivid detail.

Killing an Evening with Edgar Allan Poe runs October 31 to November 10, and for select performances there will be a “Raise a Glass with Edgar” preshow reception option ($30); A Christmas Carol, running November 26 to December 29, has a “Holiday Reception with Mr. Dickens” option and will also be available virtually.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

SPEAKING OUT ABOUT THE TRUTH: THE BLACK BOX DIARIES OF SHIORI ITO

Shiori Ito (left) shares her heart-wrenching story in tense and gripping new documentary, Black Box Diaries

BLACK BOX DIARIES (Shiori Ito, 2024)
Film Forum
209 West Houston St.
Opens Friday, October 25
212-727-8110
filmforum.org

“All I want to do is talk about the truth,” journalist and rape survivor Shiori Ito says in her shocking, heart-wrenching documentary, Black Box Diaries.

Talking about the truth of sexual violence has become one of the most urgent themes in the twenty-first century. Whether in Hollywood’s “#metoo” movement, the outcry over highly publicized rapes in Indian cities, or stories from the battlefields, women in almost every culture have been driven to make their voices heard, and movies have been a big part of that communication to the world.

For example, in her 2018 film On Her Shoulders, director Alexandria Bombach follows twenty-one-year-old Nadia Murad, one of countless Yazidis who suffered sexual violence at the hands of ISIS in Northern Iraq. Refusing to remain silent, Murad traveled around the globe, sharing her story in order to effect change. “As a girl, I wish I didn’t have to tell the people this happened to me. I mean, I wish it hadn’t happened to me so I wouldn’t have to talk about it,” she explains. “I wish people knew me as an excellent seamstress, as an excellent athlete, as an excellent makeup artist, as an excellent farmer. I didn’t want people to know me as a victim of ISIS terrorism.”

In Black Box Diaries, Ito joins the ranks of women worldwide who take matters into her own hands, making public her claim of rape by Noriyuki Yamaguchi, a leading journalist with close ties to Prime Minister Shinzo Abe. Tokyo police and the Japanese government turn their back on her reports, but that doesn’t stop Ito.

“Many people already witnessed what kind of negative reaction I’ve got, and that’s not okay,” Ito says. “I have to be speaking up. I shouldn’t stop speaking, because I don’t want to let people know this made me shut up. No.”

On May 29, 2017, Ito held a press conference in which she boldly described having been sexually assaulted by Yamaguchi at a hotel in 2015 and how, despite DNA evidence, surveillance footage, and an arrest warrant, the case was eventually dropped by prosecutors. Ito, who initially had only limited recall of the details of the attack, went on a mission to expose Japan’s outdated laws concerning sexual violence and to make Yamaguchi pay for his crime, but she is thwarted — and threatened — again and again.

A police investigator believes her but is unwilling to risk his job and help her after he is removed from the case. When Ito points out to an official at the Office for Violence Against Women that only four percent of rape victims file police reports, he answers, “I think [the police] should act according to the appropriate guidelines in place.” Ito adds that there are guidelines that the police do not follow, but the official uncomfortably replies, “We need to continue making efforts to fill in the weak spots. Please excuse my abstract answer.” Representative Michiyoshi Yunoki tries to get Parliament to do something but is ignored by a wall of stone faces that rejects his efforts. And Ito’s own family want her to give up, fearful of the shame it brings them.

Ito records nearly all her interactions with the police, lawyers, government representatives, fellow journalists, and potential witnesses, sometimes secretly. She also makes deeply personal videos on her iPhone in which she discusses her plans and talks openly about how the horrific situation is impacting her daily life and her psyche. With elections coming up and Yamaguchi about to publish an authorized hagiography of his longtime friend Abe, Ito decides to write her own book, even if that results in legal action against her, although she does not want to put any of her supporters or her family in jeopardy. “Bring it on,” she declares as she initiates the #metoo movement in Japan.

Like Murad, who was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 2018, Ito was not a born activist; instead, she took what happened to her as an opportunity to fight the status quo, to let people know the truth, and to make things better for other girls and women, through the legal system, police enforcement, and public perception. For example, she is surprised when some women chastise her for telling her story.

As she pursues justice, it is clear how conflicted she is, that none of this comes easy for her as she slowly remembers more about what Yamaguchi did to her that night. Even when she rolls around playfully with her lawyer and a friend, trying to find bits of happiness, she is uncomfortable, knowing that each day leads to new challenges. In her videos, she stares down into the camera, both vulnerable and defiant, confessing what’s in her soul. In a particularly poignant and moving scene, a tear trickles down her cheek, resting on the tip of her nose; she calmly, almost unconsciously brushes it away, a simple but powerful gesture that captures the essence of who she is.

Ito also includes poetic interludes that feature shots of nature accompanied by handwritten text with pertinent facts and such messages as “I keep running, running, can’t stop. I don’t want to face myself.” and “Everyone has a monster in them, but mine didn’t kill me.” Mark degli Antoni’s beautiful piano-based score underlines the tense drama.

Meanwhile, the strength she exhibits in public is intoxicating and inspirational. Her dedication and determination amid all the risks turn the film — which she directed, produced, and partly photographed — into a gripping thriller that never provides any easy answers but displays what the human spirit is capable of.

“I pushed myself to the limit in shooting this documentary. Upon revisiting the hotel where I was raped, I felt the damage I was doing to myself might be too much. But at the same time, my desire to change society and tell this story kept me alive,” she writes in her director’s statement. “Now . . . I can with more objectivity watch the scenes of my breaking down, passing moments of joy and normalcy, and absurd comedy in my novice investigator techniques — and to conceive how they can come together to form our film.”

A must-see documentary whose impact should spread far beyond Japan, Black Box Diaries opens October 25 at Film Forum, with Ito participating in Q&As at the 7:00 screenings on Friday and Saturday.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

GOOD BONES AND FIRM FOUNDATIONS ON AND OFF BROADWAY

Mamoudou Athie, Susan Kelechi Watson, and Khris Davis star in Good Bones at the Public (photo by Joan Marcus)

GOOD BONES
Martinson Hall, the Public Theater
425 Lafayette St. at Astor Pl.
Tuesday through Sunday through October 27, $95
212-539-8500
publictheater.org

According to the Canadian website houseful, “‘Good bones’ refers to the core foundational elements of the home — a steady structure that can withstand time, wear, and elements. A home with good bones typically has a sturdy foundation, structural stability, and a strong roof. A well-staged home can hide imperfections with beautiful rugs, a fresh coat of paint, or features that pull your attention.”

Four current plays that take place primarily in a home struggle with the core foundational elements, with varying results.

Playwright James Ijames and director Saheem Ali follow up their Pulitzer Prize–winning Fat Ham, which ran at the Public’s Anspacher Theater before transferring to Broadway, with Good Bones, continuing at the Public’s Martinson Hall through October 27. Maruti Evans’s set is a skeletal house surrounded by plastic, undergoing renovation in an unidentified American city that itself is experiencing controversial gentrification.

Travis (Mamoudou Athie), who comes from money, and Aisha (Susan Kelechi Watson), who grew up in the projects, are a married couple who have moved back to her neighborhood and are considering having a baby. He is a chef preparing to open a restaurant, and she is working on a new sports complex she believes will vastly improve the community. Their contractor, Earl (Khris Davis), flirts with Aisha, who returns the interest, but when she shares the plans for the complex with him, he sees her as a traitor to her roots.

She explains, “We’re calling it the Jewel. It’s going to be kind of like a little village over there. This neighborhood has been abandoned to decay and atrophy. The Jewel will bring together the best of the old and the new. Will there be change? Yes. But change is the only thing consistent in this life. We have been sowing into this community. We have worked diligently to revitalize this neglected corner of the city. We’re changing this neighborhood for the better.” His quick response: “It’s the death star.”

James Ijames’s Good Bones is in need of further renovation (photo by Joan Marcus)

Remembering how he used to play in the very house he is now working in, Earl tells Aisha, “These houses are sturdy. Shit’s built like a ribcage. The bones are so good. If . . . uh . . . you sit really still in here, you can feel the walls breathing and the floors lifting to meet your feet. That’s why I love these old houses. I get to spend time in a lot of haunted places.”

Good Bones follows in the lofty footsteps of Lorraine Hansberry’s A Raisin in the Sun and Bruce Norris’s Clybourne Park, but it lacks the character development and depth of those two award-winning works. Watson (Eureka Day, Merry Wives) and Athie (The Mystery of Love and Sex) have little chemistry; it might be the relationship between Travis and Aisha that requires renovating, but it’s hard to root for them because their marriage has no firm foundation.

Davis (Fireflies, Sweat) steals the show as the honest, hardworking, well-meaning contractor who has a more realistic view of the world, the only one who can see the ghost in the machine, and Téa Guarino (A Hundred Words for Snow, Antony and Cleopatra) is charming as his daughter, Carmen. But Good Bones needs more work, more than just a fresh coat of paint.

Kate Mulgrew outshines the material in Nancy Harris’s The Beacon at the Irish Rep (photo by Carol Rosegg)

THE BEACON
Irish Repertory Theatre, Francis J. Greenburger Mainstage
132 West Twenty-Second St. between Sixth & Seventh Aves.
Wednesday – Sunday through November 3, $60-$125
212-727-2737
irishrep.org

Obie winner and Emmy nominee Kate Mulgrew excels as an Irish abstract painter renovating her seaside home in Nancy Harris’s The Beacon, making its North American premiere at the Irish Rep through November 3. Mulgrew is Beiv (rhymes with gave), who is transforming her late husband’s cottage into a glass-enclosed space, as if she has nothing to hide — it has been long rumored that she might have had something to do with her spouse’s death.

She is surprised when her son, Colm (Zach Appelman), arrives with his new wife, Bonnie (Ayana Workman), who is a big fan of hers. Colm is surprised when he finds out that one of his old friends, Donal (Sean Bell), is helping with the renovation and has grown close to Beiv, who Colm always calls by her name, never “mom” or “mother.”

At the back of the room is Beiv’s most recent canvas, which is not quite finished yet. Examining it, Bonnie says, “You can really see the female rage. Like I’m instantly getting menstrual blood, the blood of childbirth, genital mutilation, hemorrhaging — pretty much all female suffering. Abortion is in there obviously . . . and repression and shame. But there’s also something really — tender too. Like there, in those softer shades, I see the vulva. And the clitoris, and this really female desire for pleasure, for sexual intimacy but also for like a really fucking explosive orgasm, you know. But yeah. No, it’s powerful. And brutal. And sad too.”

Beiv’s quick response: “It’s a blood orange.”

Of course, it’s actually something in between, and that “in between” is where the play, directed by Marc Atkinson Borrull, find itself stuck, unable to escape from its own trappings.

The Beacon is in need of more structure at the Irish Rep (photo by Carol Rosegg)

Beiv is a complex and fascinating character, superbly portrayed by Mulgrew (The Half-Life of Marie Curie, Tea at Five) with a compelling thread of intrigue. But when she’s not onstage, the narrative drags with didactic dialogue and meandering subplots, some of which feel completely unnecessary, such as the one involving Ray (David Mattar Merten) and Bonnie, although Ray overdramatizes things when he describes the house: “On one hand it looks like an idyllic little artist’s garret. Half-finished charcoal sketches sit scattered on a table. A large oil painting rests on an easel; there’s a huge glass window with sweeping views of the Atlantic. But the crack in the window from a recent break-in suggests another story. A darker story . . . a story of sex and violence and betrayal that’s hung around this cottage for over a decade.”

As always at the Irish Rep, the set, in this case by Colm McNally, is an impressive structure, but the story does not have the requisite good bones. It’s as if Harris and Borrull (Little Gem, Bedbound) knew where they wanted to end up but threw in too much as they get there.

Even the title is wasted on an unimaginative metaphor. Mulgrew herself is a beacon, but alas, in this production, she’s the only one who shines.

Martha Pichey’s Ashes & Ink trap the actors and characters in uncomfortable ways (photo by Thomas Mundell, Mundell Modern Pixels)

ASHES & INK
AMT Theater
354 West Forty-Fifth St. between Eighth & Ninth Aves.
Wednesday – Sunday through November 3, $39-$49
ashesink.ludus.com
www.amttheater.org

“‘Structure.’ Our lives need structure,” Molly (Kathryn Erbe) says early in the New York premiere of Martha Pichey’s Ashes & Ink. It’s a word that’s repeated several times in the play, which itself needs considerable rebuilding.

Running at the AMT Theater through November 3, Ashes & Ink moves between Molly’s apartment in New York City and her boyfriend Leo’s home in the country. Molly is a widow with a vast archive of birdsong she’s recorded and is categorizing with her sister, Bree (Tamara Flannagan); Molly’s teenage son, Quinn (Julian Shatkin), is an addict who has been in and out of rehab and is seeking a career in acting after having made an impact in a few movies. Leo is a widower raising his eight-year-old son, Felix (Rhylee Watson), by himself.

Quinn has once again left rehab, a place called Serenity House, so he can rehearse for his audition to get into the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in London. Prepared to do a monologue from Richard II — his father’s name was Richard — he instead does the classic, and obvious, “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow” soliloquy from MacBeth. The most important phrase is “signifying nothing,” to which he adds, “Nothing. Not a fucking thing.” That goes for the play as well, echoed later by Molly, who opines, “I am so deep inside my sucked dry bones sick and tired. I don’t know how to do this anymore. I don’t even know how to think anymore. I can’t remember anything.”

Tim McMath’s set switches from Molly’s cramped apartment, which resembles a psychiatrist’s office, where Quinn often sits in a chair complaining about his life, and the kitchen of Leo’s country house and under a tree on his property. The actors move the sets themselves; the first time they do it is fresh and exciting, but over the course of fifteen scenes, it grows tiresome, dragging down any pace the show is trying to achieve. For some reason, Molly leaves the window over the fire escape wide open, not the safest thing to do, especially when Quinn is running away from trouble.

Stagnantly directed by Alice Jankell, the play — Pichey’s debut — can’t get out of its own way as subplots turn ever-more ludicrous and the holes in the central story keep expanding. And I couldn’t help but cringe when Tony nominee Erbe (Something Clean, The Speed of Darkness, The Father) had to deliver the following lines: “If somebody told me my little boy would grow up to be an addict, I would’ve spat in their face. Aimed right for their mouth. . . . Take the lid off the pressure cooker, Molly! Watch it plaster the walls with all this gummy smelly stuff. Put your nose up to it, take a good whiff of this shit, this mix of ‘Could’ve done this,’ ‘Should’ve known that.’”

Without any kind of firm foundation, Ashes & Ink fails the smell test, among others.

Sisters Gloria (Leanne Best), Ruby (Ophelia Lovibond), Jill (Helena Wilson), and Joan (Laura Donnelly) reunite as their mother lies on her deathbed in The Hills of California (photo by Joan Marcus)

THE HILLS OF CALIFORNIA
Broadhurst Theatre
235 West 44th St. between Broadway & Eighth Ave.
Tuesday – Sunday through December 22, $58-$351
thehillsofcalifornia.com

Rob Howell’s magnificent multilevel set for Jez Butterworth’s new play, The Hills of California, is a character unto itself, an Escher-like maze of rooms and staircases that rise into a mystical darkness. The main floor switches between 1955 and 1976 at a family-run Victorian guesthouse on the outskirts of the seaside resort town of Blackpool on the Irish Sea, providing a firm foundation for the gripping, if overburdened, narrative.

In 1976, sisters Gloria (Leanne Best), Ruby (Ophelia Lovibond), and Jill (Helena Wilson) have gathered at the fading Seaview Luxury Guesthouse and Spa because their mother, Veronica Webb, is dying in a room upstairs; they are waiting for their fourth sister, Joan (Laura Donnelly), who has not stepped foot in the house for twenty years, living in America. They are in what once was the private kitchen but is now a tiki bar with a one-armed bandit and broken jukebox that represent the siblings’ once-promising career. Their mother’s nurse, Penny (Ta’Rea Campbell), has offered the sisters the opportunity to bring in a doctor to end Veronica’s pain, but they don’t want to make any critical decisions until Joan arrives, something Gloria believes is highly unlikely.

“Times like these you find out who a body is. But go on. Stick up for her,” Gloria says sharply to Jill, who has spent her life taking care of the guesthouse and Veronica and is sure that Joan is on her way, exclaiming, “Well, I’m sorry. But it’s not Silly Jilly head-in-the-clouds, nor sticking up for no one. I know my sister. If Joan says she’s coming, she’s coming. There. I’ve said it.”

In 1955, single mother Veronica (Donnelly) is training young Gloria (Nancy Allsop), Ruby (Sophia Ally), Jill (Nicola Turner), and Joan (McDonnell) to become the next Andrews Sisters, rehearsing Johnny Mercer’s 1948 hit “The Hills of California,” which features the lines “The hills of California will give ya a start / I guess I better warn ya cuz you’ll lose your heart / You’ll settle down forever and never stray from the view / The hills of California are waiting for you.”

“What is a song?” Veronica asks, answering, “A song is a place to be. Somewhere you can live. And in that place, there are no walls. No boundaries. No locks. No keys. You can go anywhere.” A song is its own kind of structure, its own kind of home, meant to bring people together, but in The Hills of California, it tears a family apart.

Veronica Webb (Laura Donnelly) is a controlling British stage mother in Jez Butterworth’s The Hills of California (photo by Joan Marcus)

Tony winner Butterworth (The River, Jerusalem) and Oscar, Tony, and Olivier-winning director Sam Mendes (The Lehman Trilogy, Cabaret) previously teamed up on The Ferryman, which won four Tonys and boasted an ensemble of nearly three dozen performers including covers. The Hills of California is overstocked with minor male characters who disappear into the woodwork, even Luther St. John (David Wilson Barnes), who is involved in a key scene that influences the girls’ future and their relationship with their mother.

About fifteen minutes have been cut from the original three-hour London production and the early previews on Broadway, leaving some gaps in the narrative, along with several moments that feel extraneous, such as when Veronica forces a lodger (Richard Short) to take the long way home, barring him from the shortcut through the kitchen. But when the story focuses on the mother and her daughters, in both time periods, the play finds its foundation, with sharp, poignant dialogue, lovely music by Nick Powell, and pinpoint choreography by Ellen Kane.

Donnelly, who has appeared in several plays written by Butterworth, her partner (they have two children together), is whip-smart as Veronica, a controlling stage mother who recalls Rose Hovick in Gypsy, currently played by Audra McDonald right next door at the Majestic. (On the other side is another show about a mother and daughter and music, Hell’s Kitchen.)

America is not referenced just in the song; the rooms in the guesthouse are named after such US states as Colorado, Alabama, Indiana, Minnesota, and Mississippi, where the critical event happens in 1955 and where Veronica is dying in 1976, reminding the audience that this kind of tale can happen anywhere.

In her 2016 poem “Good Bones,” British actress Maggie Smith, who passed away in September at the age of eighty-nine, writes, “Any decent realtor, / walking you through a real shithole, chirps on / about good bones: This place could be beautiful, / right? You could make this place beautiful.” Even with its occasional skeletal forays, The Hills of California has good bones, filled with a glorious beauty.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

THE SACRIFICE: 4K RESTORATION

Brand-new 4K restoration of Andrei Tarkovsky’s final film, The Sacrifice, opens October 25 at Film Forum

THE SACRIFICE (OFFRET) (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1986)
Film Forum
209 West Houston St.
October 25 – November 7
212-727-8110
www.filmforum.org
kinolorber.com

Andrei Tarkovsky’s final film, The Sacrifice, completed shortly before his death in 1986 of cancer at the age of fifty-four, serves as a glorious microcosm of his career, exploring art, faith, ritual, devotion, and humanity in uniquely cinematic ways — and you can now see it in a brand-new 4K restoration by the Swedish Film Institute at Film Forum, opening October 25. Made in Sweden, the film, which won three awards at Cannes (among many other honors), has many Bergmanesque qualities: Bergman’s longtime cinematographer, Sven Nykvist, shot the film; the production designer is Anna Asp, who won an Oscar for her work on Fanny and Alexander; Bergman’s son Daniel served as a camera assistant; and the star is Erland Josephson, who appeared in ten Bergman films as well as Tarkovsky’s previous feature, the Italy-set Nostalghia.

Josephson plays Alexander, a retired professor and former actor living in the country with his wife, the cold Adelaide (Susan Fleetwood), his stepdaughter, Marta (Filippa Franzén), and young son, Little Man (Tommy Kjellqvist), who cannot speak after a recent throat operation. It is Alexander’s birthday, and the family doctor, Victor (Sven Wollter), has come to visit, along with the odd local postman, Otto (Allan Edwall), who explains, “I collect incidents. Things that are unexplainable but true.” Also on hand are the two maids, Maria (Guðrún Gísladóttir), who Otto believes is a witch, and Julia (Valérie Mairesse). Alexander states early on that he has no relationship with God, but when a nuclear holocaust threatens, he suddenly gets down on the floor and prays, offering to sacrifice whatever it takes in order for him to survive, leading to a chaotic conclusion that is part slapstick, part utter desperation.

Although it has a more focused, direct narrative than most of Tarkovsky’s other works, The Sacrifice is far from a conventional story. Tarkovsky has written that it “is a parable. The significant events it contains can be interpreted in more than one way. . . . A great many producers eschew auteur films because they see cinema not as art but as a means of making money: the celluloid strip becomes a commodity. In that sense The Sacrifice is, amongst other things, a repudiation of commercial cinema. My film is not intended to support or refute particular ideas, or to make a case for this or that way of life. What I wanted was to pose questions and demonstrate problems that go to the very heart of our lives, and thus to bring the audience back to the dormant, parched sources of our existence. Pictures, visual images, are far better able to achieve that end than any words.”

The film is filled with gorgeous visual images, beautiful shots of vast landscapes, of open doorways in stark interiors, of mirrors and windows, of Alexander and Little Man planting a dead tree by the edge of the ocean, and spoken language is often kept to a minimum, saved for philosophical discussions of God, Nietzsche, and home. Several scenes are filmed in long, continuous shots, lasting from six minutes to more than nine, heightening both the reality and the surrealism of the tale, which includes black-and-white memories, floating characters, and actors staring directly into the camera. Although Christianity plays a key role in the film — Tarkovsky considered himself a religious man, and the opening credits are shown over a close-up of Leonardo da Vinci’s Adoration of the Magi — the redemption that Alexander is after is a profoundly spiritual and, critically, a most human one as he searches for truth and hope amid potential annihilation.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

THE PHANTOM OF ESTER KRUMBACHOVÁ

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

Valerie (Jaroslava Schallerová) comes of age rather early in Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

VALERIE AND HER WEEK OF WONDERS (VALERIE A TÝDEN DIVŮ) (Jaromil Jireš, 1970)
Metrograph
7 Ludlow St. between Canal & Hester Sts.
Friday October 25, 6:50
Saturday October 26, 5:45
Series runs October 28-27
212-660-0312
metrograph.com

Metrograph’s “The Phantom of Ester Krumbachová” series, presented in collaboration with the Czech Center New York, pays tribute to the career of writer, director, set designer, and costume designer Ester Krumbachová (1923–96), who was blacklisted by the communist government for her work. The ten-day festival consists of seven films by such directors as Otakar Vávra (Witchhammer), Věra Chytilová (Fruit of Paradise, Daisies), and Jan Němec (Diamonds of the Night, Party and the Guests), Krumbachová’s onetime husband and muse, in addition to Krumbachová’s Murdering the Devil, the only film she directed. On October 25 and 26, Jaromil Jireš’s Valerie and Her Week of Wonders will be shown, an extremely strange, totally hypnotic film on which Krumbachová served as writer and production designer. (Producer and curator Irena Kovarova will introduce the latter screening.)

Based on the 1945 Gothic novel by Vítězslav Nezval (which was written ten years earlier), Valerie is a dreamy adult fairy tale, inspired by “Little Red Riding Hood,” “Alice in Wonderland,” and other fables, about the coming of age of Valerie, a nymphette played by thirteen-year-old Jaroslava Schallerová in her film debut. Valerie lives with her icy, regal grandmother, Elsa (Helena Anýzová), in a remote village, where visiting missionaries and actors are cause for celebration. In addition, Valerie’s best friend, Hedvika (Alena Stojáková), is being forced to marry a man she doesn’t love. Valerie, who is in possession of magic earrings, is being courted by the bespectacled, bookish Eaglet (Petr Kopriva) as well as the Constable (Jirí Prýmek), who just happens to be an evil, ugly vampire who has a mysterious past with Elsa. Also showing an untoward interest in the virginal Valerie is the local priest, Gracián (Jan Klusák).

But don’t get too caught up in the hallucinatory narrative, which usually makes little sense. Characters’ motivations are inconsistent and confusing (especially as Jireš delves deeper and deeper into Valerie’s unconscious), plot points come and go with no explanation, and the spare dialogue is often random and inconsequential. And don’t try too hard looking for references to the Prague Spring, colonialism, and communism; just trust that they’re in there. Instead, let yourself luxuriate in Jan Curík’s lush imagery, Lubos Fiser and Jan Klusák’s Baroque score, Krumbachová’s enchanting production design, and Jan Oliva’s weirdly wonderful art direction. Valerie’s white bedroom is enchantingly surreal, a private world in a darkly magical Medieval land beset by incest, rape, fire, murder, self-flagellation, paganism, and monsters, everything dripping with blood and sex. No, this is most definitely not a fantasia for kids.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

IMMERSIVE DREAM THEATER: REIMAGINING NIGHTMARES IN MULTIMEDIA MUSEUM INSTALLATIONS

“Music Box” is one of fifteen multimedia installations at Mercer Labs inspired by Roy Nachum’s nightmares (photo by twi-ny/mdr)

DARK MATTER: NIGHTMARE BEFORE MIDNIGHT
Mercer Labs Museum of Art and Technology
21 Dey St. at Cortland St.
Through October 30, $46-$52
mercerlabs.com
roynachum.com
dark matter online slideshowthe dragon

“Everyone knows two things about dreams, namely 1) other people’s dreams are dull and 2) they’re going to tell you about them anyway. And as they burble on,” Black Mirror co-showrunner Charlie Brooker wrote in the Guardian in 2013, “it’s hard not to fall asleep and start dreaming yourself.”

Multidisciplinary experimental artist Roy Nachum, who was born in Jerusalem, lives in New York City, and works in New York and Italy, doesn’t shy away from sharing his dreams in the multimedia exhibition “Dark Matter: Nightmare Before Midnight,” continuing through October 30 at Mercer Labs Museum of Art and Technology, the downtown institution he cofounded with Michael Cayre that opened in February. The immersive, interactive exhibit features fifteen rooms, each containing audiovisual stimuli with images that range from fun and fancy-free to strange and horrific. In a statement, Nachum elucidates, “‘Dark Matter’ examines the role of darkness in art history. Revealing how the subconscious uncertainty and the unknown has shaped artistic movements and expressed cultural anxieties across time. The exhibition is a mirror to our fears and fascinations with the unknown.”

Visitors begin their journey with “The Window,” a circle on the ceiling that morphs into a trompe l’oeil dome opening into a swirl of cool shapes and colors, set to grand music, that practically sucks you in like an alien ship beaming you up. In “The Cave,” short films of a mysterious monkey appear amid a landscape of pink flowers (and a bar where you can purchase specially concocted nonalcoholic drinks). In “Archetype,” a robotic machine endlessly rakes sand, reminiscent of Sun Yuan and Peng Yu’s Can’t Help Myself but more meditative than dystopian. In “The Game,” people can play chess with large-scale creature-pieces on a board that emits screams and other loud noises as you walk across the squares. In “The Map,” you can sit on central cushions or on one of several swings as a barrage of sound and images pour over the walls, floor, and ceiling.

“Infinite” might make you dizzy with its twisting, mirrored images of snakes and innards. “Freedom” is a peaceful respite. “The Dragon” is like an endless zone of swirling shapes and colors. “Music Box” is a giant gold music box in a mirrored room, the central figure wearing a crown like those that form a tower in Nachum’s 2016 Kings statue that reigns in front of a Tribeca condo. “Ecosystem” unfurls at your feet, depicting a cinematic chase and, well, I’m not quite sure what to call some of the other fantastical adventures.

In “Ball Pond,” visitors can slide into a pond of little balls. “Pneumatic Transmission” is a futuristic mirrored room of interweaving tubes that could be a scene from Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey. “Drawing Station” gives everyone the chance to see their own sketch appear on a projection of a spinning skull. (Around the corner are a few kiosks where you can create images using your finger on a screen, but beware the hellish monster.) And in “4DSound,” Nachum’s personal favorite, a dreamlike enclsure appearing to be floating offers a soothing soundscape; visitors are encouraged to lie down on the floor and let it all envelop them.

In 2015, on BBC Radio 4’s Four Thought, interdisciplinary historian Dr. Shane McCorristine said, “The ubiquity of the Freudian model of dreams as repressed wish-fulfilments . . . played a key role in making people think that dreams were internal, private matters, and not the kind of thing you discussed with others.” Nachum must not be a Freudian.

While “Dark Matter” might be Instagram-friendly in the way that immersive exhibitions of beloved artists (van Gogh, Klimt, Monet) are, it is a deeper experience. Don’t just keep your phone out taking pictures and video but try to feel each installation. Like your own dreams, some will titillate you, some frustrate you, some bewilder you, some bore you, and others delight you. You might not want to sit down with Nachum and listen to him tell you his dreams and nightmares and try to interpret them as repressed wish-fulfilments — he can’t sleep very well — but for an hour or so, it’s worth walking through the wild and unpredictable internal scenarios that haunt him night after night and now are public, for all of us to encounter.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]