August Strindberg wrote scathing plays, exposing the hypocrisies within
class conflict and modern marriage in his Swedish society. When, as a young
actress, I played Miss Julie I was hooked on his understanding of female
sexuality and the rage concealed within a rigid class system. In this tragical
comedy, The Dance of
Death, he tackles the game-playing in marriage and it’s a no-holds-barred
Battle of the Sexes.
According to director Ron Sossi, “This play is often considered a precursor to Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf and Sartre’s No Exit. Three people trapped together in hell. It’s
claustrophobic and eerie and delightfully venomous.”
Living on an isolated
island military base, gruff quixotic artillery captain
Edgar holds his bitter former-actress wife Alice in vicious thrall. On the eve
of their 25th wedding anniversary, as the two face off in a fierce battle of
wills, into this dungeon of poisonous invective comes Alice’s ingenuous cousin,
Kurt.
Soon, all unknowingly, he is ensnared in the couple’s wicked game and we
witness his transformation from decent fellow to raging bull.
Adapted by Irish playwright Conor McPherson, and directed with brilliant pacing and energy by Sossi,
the three superb actors, Darrell Larson, Lizzy Kimball, Jeff
LeBeau, are a well-matched trio. Apt dungeon set by Christopher
Scott Murillo, lighting by Chu-Hsuan Chang, sound by
Christopher Moscatiello, costumes by Halei Parker and
props Misty Carlisle. Do not miss this
Broadway-level production.
Presented by the Odyssey Theatre Ensemble,
produced by artistic director Ron Sossi in
association with Isabel and Harvey Kibel.
At Odyssey
Theatre, 2055 S. Sepulveda Blvd, West Los
Angeles, through November 19.
Reservations: (310)
477-2055 x2 or www.OdysseyTheatre.com.
Photos by Enci Box.
Also reviewed in the
November issue of Not Born Yesterday.