Thursday 29 August 2013

'Chimerica' by Lucy Kirkwood, performed at the Harold Pinter Theatre


For at least three months now, (and unless you have dropped off the face of the earth), you will know that Chimerica has been pinpointed as the most exciting and relevant production showing in London. Across the city, at bus stops and tube stations alike, the harrowing image of the 1989 Tiananmen Square riots’ ‘Tank Man’ and the confident quote from the Time Out, ‘The Play of the Year’ has created a frenzy of intrigue and curiosity amongst theatregoers.  Naturally, and convinced they couldn’t be putting something in the water, I took a trip down to the Harold Pinter Theatre to see what all the fuss was about.

Of course, it was fantastic. A cocktail of political thriller, love story and cultural commentary that spans continent and generation, Chimerica is deeply poignant and unapologetically thought provoking. The play follows the journey of Joe Schofield (Stepehn Campbell Moore), a photographer in Tiananmen Square at the time of the 1989 riots, and one of seven who captured the iconic image of the Tank Man.  Nearly 25 years on, Joe goes in search of the individual whose image epitomizes human bravery and solidarity. Although the photograph was indeed taken, both Joe and the Tank Man’s stories are, in Kirkwood’s own words, ‘an imaginative leap’. 

The true identity of the Tank Man is unknown. In the plays’ ‘imagined universe’, Joe deems that overturning this anonymity will give a suffering and hopeless world a hero: a reminder that humanity can endure. The sincerity of Joe’s determination is repeatedly undermined by the suggestion that his career could do with a shake up. Relevantly, the evolving dominance and pressure of the media makes us question whether the hero is the man who shies from attention, or goes in search of the truth.

Discovering the truth behind the images of contemporary culture is one of the central ambitions of the play.  In one of its most comic scenes, Joe and colleague Mel (Sean Gilder), tease Tessa (Claudia Blakely), the third member of their middle aisle cluster on a plane to Beijing, about her occupation as a categorizer. Tessa's career anticipating one’s favourite film simply by asking a series of impersonal questions, reveals the images and profiles we attain to one another, and a crisis of individuality. In a later conversation, Joe compares that images are becoming like people, ‘the more there are of them, the less any individual means’.

The prevalence of images is repeatedly stressed by the stage’s epicenter: a white cube that revolves during scene changes to reveal New York offices, strip joints and ran down apartments in Beijing. Minimal furniture creates this cross-continent effect. Scenery changes are, fittingly, created only by projections of images on to the cube’s faces. As Joe and Tessa debate the prominence of photography, Joe’s claim that, living rooms are now ‘full of war, full of famine full of genocide’, uncomfortably makes us feel we are drowning in a sea of images that are becoming less and less shocking. 

Defying this futility, Kirkwood’s play presents us with our desires to anticipate one another, but inverts this with life-affirming twists within Joe’s journey to find the Tank Man. What he expects from the character’s he meets on the way acts as a metaphor for how we profile one another and the images we acquire, and how far these can sometimes differ from the truth. This affirmation is kept alive in the play by the question that dominates the image of the tank man: what is it he carries in his shopping bags? Kirkwood’s explanation for this, and indeed many of the questions surrounding the Tank Man, is  as traumatic and distressing as it is considerate and hopeful.

Chimerica play will leave you thinking for weeks; no topic is touched upon without distorting it and presenting it a new light. As Sarah Crompton has rightly suggested, it will be around for many years to come. Like the image it is based upon, the play will stay with you forever. Chimerica is a reminder of human courage and the mysteries that will never be explained by the click of a camera. 

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