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| Catarina and the Beauty of Killing Fascists |
Last month, I went to see Tiago Rodrigues' extraordinary play Catarina and the Beauty of Killing Fascists at the National Theatre. It was a rare and welcome bit of international programming by the National, even if it was only a week's run in the theatre's smallest space. It felt important that this piece should be seen here. Like most of Europe, indeed most of the world, Britain risks being taken over by the extreme right. Our theatres are being very coy about it. A wake-up call from Portugal, the European country which had the longest-lasting and most overlooked Fascist dictatorship of them all, felt timely and urgent.
It's a superb piece of work, with many threads running through it. To kill or not to kill. Violence against women and male solidarity with the victims (all the anti-fascist family are called Catrina, all of them wear skirts). Living with the land (a fascist trope turned on its head by the farming family). Critical or journalistic writing has tended to concentrate on the ending, when the kidnapped fascist politician, spared by 26-year old female Catarina's decision not to kill, turns to the audience and delivers a 20-minute monologue packed with right-wing hatred. The UK press concentrated on how, in mainland Europe, that had become the occasion for loud heckling, walk-outs and even a stage invasion. They wrote about this as if those audiences hadn't understood the difference between an actor playing a fascist and a real fascist: and they also expressed a kind of weary disappointment that the same had not happened at the Dorfman. Maybe, they seemed to suggest, this tells us something about the more sophisticated and reserved British theatre audience....
Well maybe. Or maybe it just tells us something about the audience of journalists and theatre management on press night. On the night I went, there was a lot of heckling and booing. Including some heckling in Portuguese. Some people walked out. But none of this was because the audience felt that the play was itself fascistic, or that the actor was a real fascist mouthpiece. Rather, it was because the play demanded that we participate - both theatrically and vocally - and that the passive audience move into a position of performance-making in public space, rather than simply receiving a completed work of art. It was a thrilling expression of liveness.
This understanding has made me think more about the process by which the play brought us to this place, looking at how sound and silence operate within the piece itself, extending from the stage into the entire theatre space and so (hopefully) to the society beyond. As far as I recall, the first voice we hear is the young male Catarina, who speaks directly to the audience - and what he speaks about is silence. Making him a kind of Chorus / Narrator means that we identify with him, watching the other characters through his eyes, hearing them through his ears. But what he tells us is that he has decided to be silent in his life: and for the rest of the play we hear very little from him by way of words. Some commentators have described him as an autistic character, but that misses the point that his silence is elective: he has chosen not to participate directly in the discourses around him. However, he does join in with the lines of Catarina 26 as she tries to deal with her moral dilemma, so drawing us into that process too. What's more, he is wearing headphones, and cues the music ("Musica"), so that the emotional sound world through which we perceive the scenes is also his world. It makes us very aware of our active presence, even as a silent audience, the contradition inherent in the decision to be silent, in political quietude. Decisions are being made that can control the emotional response to the action, and we feel ourselves implicated in those decisions.
There are many short scenes for two or three characters through the two hours that precede the final monologue: but none of those scenes have only those two or three characters on the stage. The picture at the top of this post is from an intense dialectical scene between Catarina 26 and her mother, in which both state their position on political murder, and both are right. But look at the table at Stage Right. Those two other characters are not in the scene - it's a private confrontation between two people. Those others are present as observers, as listeners, as audience. It's a motif that continues throughout. Even the fascist is present and silent from the very start of the play (long before that character is brought to the house by Catarina 26), and during his monologue, the family remains present on the stage. So the act of listening is constantly foregrounded, and the silence of the observer, the silence of the audience, is made inetgral to the play.
That's why the ending tips us into activity, into noise. We cannot remain silent, because silence has been proved inadequate by the very structure of the performance. We cannot remain a passive audience - we have to become actors - both in the sense of performing in the theatre, but also in the sense of becoming politically active. We are forced to acknowledge that we have a role to play in ensuring that the fascist cannot hold the stage.











