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Faulkner stage adaptation gets physical

I don’t remember ever thinking William Faulkner spun good yarns. But that’s what Toronto’s Theatre Smith-Gilmour’s physical theatre adaptation of Faulkner’s novel, As I Lay Dying, is: a good yarn.
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Grim and goofy collide in Theatre Smith-Gilmour’s stage adaptation of William Faulkner’s novel As I Lay Dying.

I don’t remember ever thinking William Faulkner spun good yarns. But that’s what Toronto’s Theatre Smith-Gilmour’s physical theatre adaptation of Faulkner’s novel, As I Lay Dying, is: a good yarn.

Act I is more like the Faulkner I remember: bleak, squalid stories of the Deep South in the 1930s with death, poverty, “retardation” and infidelity all in there. But, adapted from the novel by company founders Michele Smith and Dean Gilmour, Act II takes the Bundren family — father Anse and kids Darl, Dewey Dell, Cash, Jewel and Vardaman — on a wild wagon ride with the coffin of the recently-deceased (and rapidly decaying) family matriarch, Addie, in the back. Addie demanded to be buried in Jefferson, Miss., 60 miles away, with the rest of her kin.

In Act I, Addie breathes her last while her favourite son, Cash (Eli Ham), saws the coffin boards outside her window. She tells us — from beyond the grave –— that she had little use for her other children or her husband. Nevertheless, they are all committed to getting her body to Jefferson, come hell or high water.

And that’s what they get. Storms, floods, washed-out bridges, drowned mules, heat (with the smell of Addie rotting) and a spectacular barn fire.

Co-artistic directors Smith and Gilmour are Jacques Lecoq-trained performers so, naturally, their adaptation of Faulkner’s novel uses mime and, to a lesser extent, clowning. Minimal props. Barefeet. Some fake noses. But there’s lots of text, too, and it’s delivered with deep southern (sometimes hard-to-understand) accents. Addie (Smith) has such a strong French accent that it’s easy to miss very important plot points.

But what is extraordinary in this Theatre Smith-Gilmour/Arts Club production is the gorgeous physicality of the work. Benjamin Muir plays both Jewel and Jewel’s spirited, bucking, lunging, whinnying horse. It’s a remarkable performance that leaves no doubt that there’s a horse — and a wild one at that — on stage. Scenes of the family swimming for their lives in a raging river or simply bumping along in the old wagon are amazingly realized.

Gilmour, as the father Anse, is the kind of miserable old cuss you love to hate. He’d rather squander money — and waste precious time — spending money on floozies in the bar than call a doctor for Cash’s broken leg. And the 10 bucks he spends on women and booze he has taken from daughter Dewey Dell (Nina Gilmour), unmarried, pregnant and hoping to buy something from a drugstore to end the pregnancy.

Darl (Julian De Zotti) is daft; Vardaman (Daniel Roberts), the youngest, thinks — by a convoluted string of extremely illogical thinking — that his mother might be a fish, and he drills holes in her coffin so she can breathe. Not highly skilled with a drill, he manages to drill a couple of holes into her face.

It’s difficult to say what tone the creators of this production hoped to strike. Are we laughing at or weeping for this family? Despite the levity of Act II, the future of Faulkner’s fictionalized Yoknapatawpha County folk looks grim: a bastard child on the way, one of the boys jailed, another with a leg that will probably never work again, a goofy child with a tenuous grasp on reality and a “new mom.” Do we care? Not enough.

For more reviews, go to joledingham.ca.

As I Lay Dying is at the Goldcorp Stage at the BMO Theatre Centre until Feb. 12. For tickets, call 604-687-1644 or go to artsclub.com.