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John Scott and Valda Setterfield’s Lear<\/em>. King Lear (Setterfield) besieged by a storm: Kevin Coquelard (L) and Marcus Bellamy. Photo: Maria Baranova<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cBlow, winds, and crack your cheeks!” howls Shakespeare\u2019s King Lear, defying the storm that crashes around him, as he wanders into outer reaches of his former kingdom. Thrust out by his two conniving daughters and their accomplices, accompanied by his faithful Fool and later by his youngest daughter, Cordelia (whom he had, in his erstwhile pride, gravely wronged), he is losing his wits.<\/p>\n

But at New York Live Arts, in Lear <\/em>by the Irish choreographer John Scott and Valda Setterfield, the king\u00a0<\/em> is Setterfield herself,\u00a0\u00a0 a superb actor-dancer, and the storm is truly attacking her. Marcus Bellamy, Ryan O\u2019Neill, and Kevin Coquelard (who at other times play the daughters) race around her, whipping long, crackling snakes of paper or tearing others into bits and pelting her with them as she huddles away from their onslaughts.<\/p>\n

The two creators of this magnificent Lear <\/em>share a common grief\u2014the loss of parents through illness of body and\/or mind. The mother or father who brought you up is now yours to plan for, yours to help, yours to comfort. Many grown children bear this burden gladly; others respond to the situation with annoyance and avoidance. Scott\u2019s Lear<\/em> makes no mention of many of the play\u2019s characters, focusing on the prideful king and his children: the flattering, double-dealing Goneril (Bellamy) and Regan (O\u2019Neill), and the honest Cordelia\u00a0 (Coquelard). Although a woman is playing a king, having the female roles played by men, as they would have been in Shakespeare\u2019s day, gives the drama the boisterous energy of children and makes the tragedy all the more poignant.<\/p>\n

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(L to R): Marcus Bellamy, Ryan O’Neill, and Kevin Coquelard identify themselves as the daughters of Lear (Valda Setterfield). Photo: Maria Baranova<\/p><\/div>\n

This Lear<\/em> is also\u2014via several \u201ctelephone calls\u201d that Setterfield makes or receives\u2014 about a contemporary father and his adult offspring. We hear only the actor\u2019s side of the conversations, which she delivers brilliantly; of course the scion in question may bring a friend to Thanksgiving dinner. He eats tofu, but not turkey? Oh. Fine. Of course. The person on the other end of the line is too busy to visit much. Nor does he\/she like being called by his\/her parents at 4 A.M. because a pipe has burst and they are truly terrified (Lear\u2019s storm cleverly invoked?). Later in the performance, a standing microphone is placed before O\u2019Neill, who announces grimly that the only possible future for his parent involves medication and being moved into a retirement home.<\/p>\n

There is a third strand, and it is the four performers as themselves. Cordelia\/Coquelard is too honest to overpraise her father the way Goneril\/Bellamy has done (\u201cI love you! I love you! I loooove you,\u201d he shrieks, jumping up and down), and Regan\/O\u2019Neill\u2019s colder beyond-exaggeration devotion. For a moment, Setterfield turns back into herself and urges, \u201cThink about it, Kevin!\u201d and (exasperatedly) \u201cKevin, have you read the play?\u201d Yet after Coquelard, fumbling for words to express his feelings, erupts into furious French, he and Setterfield push their faces close together and snarl at each other\u2014 neither as themselves nor as Shakespeare\u2019s father and daughter in dialogue, but channeling the aroused, animalistic ids of any parent and child who seriously misunderstand each other.<\/p>\n

I cannot praise these three men too much. They invest every shift of character and style that Scott has devised with exactly the appropriate amount of power and nuances of intention. And Setterfield\u2019s performance, is, as I have said, superb\u2014deep and true on every level.<\/p>\n

Lear<\/em> is excellently supported by Tom Lane\u2019s enriching and never over-bearing soundscape, and by James G. Everest\u2019s introductory music. Eric W\u00fcrtz designed the lighting and the black-and-white ambience, with signs hanging on the back wall that can be pulled down and displayed (\u201cHa!\u201d say many of them). Lear\u2019s throne is an ordinary armchair. Gabriel Berry\u2019s costumes include a paper crown for the king\u2014appropriate, given the fragility of his power. When the performers pull up the panels of white flooring and leave them piled any which way at the back, we can imagine Lear\u2019s mind coming unanchored.<\/p>\n

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Valda Setterfield in Lear<\/em>. Photo: Maria Baranova<\/p><\/div>\n

In this atmosphere, Scott and the performers construct wonderfully revealing rhythms and movements. Setterfield begins alone, silently setting the scene with enigmatic gestures that will be repeated and transformed at various points in the action. We can imagine her acknowledging the homage of her subjects or presenting herself when she spreads her arms. Other gestures: she reaches out and, with a turn of her wrist, grasps air and brings it to her; she trembles her fingers to suggest rain falling or perhaps to flick things away. In all this, she is calm\u2014both regal and ordinary\u2014conveying with her shifting gaze and subtle dynamic changes the sense that she is remembering or foretelling events.<\/p>\n

The three sisters dance brief, character-revealing solos that end with a bow to their father, but then advance on \u201chim\u201d in a close huddle\u2014Bellamy and O\u2019Neill pushing Coquelard ahead of them and all three jabbering noiselessly. Setterfield tosses out bonbons, which encourages the men to show off their jumps. But when she reaches out to them, they kiss the backs of their hands to her and turn to wiggle their butts in her direction. When she asks, \u201cAre the horses ready?\u201d they call out \u201cYee-haw!\u201d and gallop away, as if to a cow-town saloon. They also reenter roistering\u2014 a triple image of Shakespeare\u2019s jester, wearing hats and shaking tambourines. They\u2019ve brought a hat and tambourine for her too, and she wonderfully shows us both the pleasure of being asked to join the \u201ckids\u201d and her fumbling bemusement in terms of how to go about it.<\/p>\n

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Lear (Valda Setterfield) rests, while ( to R) Kevin Coquelard, Ryan O’Neill, and Marcus Bellamy play the Fool. Photo: Maria Baranova.<\/p><\/div>\n

It cannot be coincidence that in Lear\u2019s remark to Goneril and Regan, \u201cHow sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is\/ To have a thankless child!,\u201d the \u201ctooth\u201d has been changed to \u201ctongue.\u201d Bellamy and Ryan thrash Setterfield with words. One bit of Shakespearean text is passed from one of the three men to another a word at a time, jolting the sense out of it. Lear doesn\u2019t at first recognize Cordelia (an especially poignant scene), and they crawl together on hands and knees like dogs needing to catch each other\u2019s scent. But then Setterfield and Coquelard slide into other roles\u2014a parent and a showing-off child. Watch me be a flamingo, he says, and struts for her. But when he starts careering around the space\u2014leaping, skidding on the papers, falling, running again\u2014she calls out \u201cbe careful!\u201d like any worried mother or father, even though she\u2019s entranced by his daring. Seated together on the floor, they sing, she occasionally lagging a little behind him. They read together from a piece of paper the hopeful speech that Lear delivers as the two are being hustled off to prison just before the tragedy reaches its end. Prison is not so bad, he tells her, \u201cWe two alone will sing like birds i\u2019 the cage.\u201d And they\u2019ll talk with other prisoners: \u201cWho loses and who wins, who\u2019s in, who\u2019s out;\/ And take upon \u2019s the mystery of things,\/ As if we were God\u2019s spies. . . .\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 Setterfield, as Setterfield, says that she likes that notion, and the two bundle up bunches of paper and play them as if they were tambourines.<\/p>\n

At the end of the play, these four characters are all dead. In Lear<\/em>, after more ado, the three daughters have fallen, a distant metallic, ringing sound announcing each death. But this king, who has been tenderly wrapped in paper by Cordelia, only appears to have died. Setterfield sits up with a gasp, as if too suddenly awakened, and calmly repeats those gestures of grasping something and pulling it down and making rain patter with her fingers or small things flutter away. The paper can now be torn up and the story ended.<\/p>\n

Shakespeare ended his play with a brief speech by the Duke of Albany as he and two other lords gather the shreds of the kingdom together: \u201cThe weight of this sad time we must obey,\/ Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.\/ The oldest have borne most; we that are young\/ Shall never see so much, nor live so long.\u201d<\/p>\n

With other kinds of eloquence, Scott, Setterfield, and their masterful colleagues reveal this truth and a great deal more.<\/p>\n

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