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The Tragedy in Battered Boxing Gloves

Throwback Theatre Series

 

Raymond 'Fight' Beck

Production House: Teatru Malta

Director: Sean Buhagiar

Playwright: Andre' Mangion

10th-18th March 2018

 

 

The concept and plot idea of the play Had first been known to me in passing from its earliest stages. 

 

During rehearsal period of Adam u Eva at St James (which was later performed in October 2016 for Notte Bianca), coming in early to the cafe, I unwittingly got in the middle of a recorded interview between the writer Andre (played Xih at the time) and a young boxer around the same age and from there I got the load down on the play he was working on, writing on. So I was very happy, after 2 years, to have seen it enter the first stage of success: exposure. Being staged in its existence as a Maltese theatre production.

 

 

 

 

The performance area was elevated to a podium transformed back and forth into a boxing ring, reflecting well the foundation of the story for the characters: how they face life in their lifestyle and in life, to fight or flight. 

 

There were a few rap musical intervals over head (literally over my head in my case as we were seated right underneath the area where they were placed) of a rapper beside a DJ, bright lights minimising this figure into a silhouette. 

 

A modern day chorus in figure and style. 

 

 

 

 

As the play progressed, especially the ending I was able to understand and recognise those intervals and as greatly resembling the Greek chorus, and although I couldn't pick up much on what he said, it was clear that the founding style that runs through the plot being moulded into a Greek tragedy. 

 

One seen thus far 

as a literary watermark 

in Arthur Miller's works.

 

I was greatly engrossed in this play, not just by the modern presence of the rapper-chorus, but also the woven plot of the actions and consequences taken by two characters in the play.

 

All the characters were well-formed, well-fleshed. 

 


  

 

 

They were perfectly chiseled archetypes in their own right, and without props present - for there were very few - they set up the scenes, all maintained stance, including the character played by Hector Bruno whom we haven't seen on local stages for quite a while. His character Il-Lover (constantly pronouncing the sport as 'books-ing') and his buddy Il-Grillu (Jesmond Tedesco Triccas) proved to be the comic reliefs in the play, very well executed, the theatre fools - not an insult! and regular Joes seen at most kazins.

 

 

I was drawn to the plot 'cause boxing as a subject is rarely ventured, 

and the pieces reflecting the topic 

and forming the overall play set in place 

and remained stable in showing the reality of the lifestyle of these sportsmen: 

 

the training, 

the personal life of the boxers 

and those closest to them, 

the manipulation when rigging the games nudges its ugly head into the plot . . .

 

 

Especially the manipulation from the politician and father of the current champ Dyson Cumbo (Davide Tucci), fixated on getting Il-Gustuz's (Zep Camilleri) kazin for his own financial benefits. His sleeziness was clear and greasy (and that's complimenting Peter Galea's performance) in offering a bargain that was obviously one-sided to the owner and who's also coach to the titular character (John Montanaro). Like he was gonna lose much in not going up for election that particular year - come on!

 

Boxing within this theatre plot proved that any theme and topic can be ventured, and it wasn't intended to solely direct those who were active in the sport or that only men would enjoy the performance and story - as a storyteller and story lover I was most intrigued.

 

I would have appreciated that in the story, the woman in the ring, while it is true that they are present as such in every match,  wasn't just for show, just to look pretty in holding up "Round" cards or boards (upside down at one point) in fight scenes. She did shadow one of the boxers' moves and punches as a form of devised choreography. 

 

Kim Dalli's character as Blair Darmanin  was strong, even proved the chosen sacrifices faced when your boyfriend's life revolves around the sport (who also, in greek tragedy terms, was as much the tragic figure as her killer in letting her flaw turn against her - catharsis? - and sign her death certificate), so I'm not saying there was strong-weak portrayals - not at all! 

And there's nothing wrong with women not boxing, as much as women choosing family life over a career. What I am saying is that when a woman was in the ring, it wasn't to box or represent women who do box in various styles, but to look nice - in use of a better word. 

 

Would appreciate a story one day of a female character boxing cos she loves the sport, perhaps even hides a past and angst to her choice - just brainstorming I CALL DIBS! - without the whole mockery that women who are meek are weak . . . 

(ugh - hate that statement!).

 

 

What I MOST definitely didn't appreciate was the use of REAL cigarettes during the performance. 

 

 

Clearly different styles of theatre were ventured 

and moulded into the piece in matter of sight, sound,  slow motion. 

If I knew the practitioner they turned to I would mention them.

 

 

But having an actor in character - I remembered it was Il-Grillu - smoking a cigarette  onstage to 'venture' the sense of smell - and a strong smelling brand at that! - was an absolute downright NO! Couldn't breathe because of my allergy AND I wasn't the only one coughing. Just as they put warning signs outside the theatre on use of strobe lights, the same needed to be so for this. Even as a small side note. 

 

I'm not fixating or joking or nicky-picky. I want to enjoy a theatre production and appreciate the end result of a persevering creative process, not feel like a health minority. And this smoking scene wasn't once but more than four times - and this isn't intended to insult Sean the director or Andre the playwright. Even I - with or without strong allergies - would take that into consideration.

 

Space was blank as a canvas, extended to four walk on platforms at the corners, and balcony was used for rapper chorus and as balcony, with 4 TV screens overhead the stage-ring.

 

  >>AUDIO INTERVIEW<<

https://www.spreaker.com/user/10541489/episode-27-doin-it-for-real-interviewing

 

 

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 I remembered feeling afterwards "I want to write as good as that" and felt i wouldn't write as strong as that  . . . and then the play I was currently working on came to my head, and the helpful advice Brad Birch gave to my uncertainty during the intensive workshop about a month before. The fact that I kept on working on it, writing it, the act itself is the sign that i still believe in it even in its earliest stages, despite the fact that it got rejected in the first session of proposing it to the arts festival i wanted to direct it in. That I didn't leave it just as a shaky synopsis plan, I held on to it without realising i did until a second possibility came about to pick up the sculting tools and worked further to another deadline, as a script.

 

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The Wishing Thread Tales (ZiguZajg Part 2)


Aħna’Aħwa jew m’aħniex?
Frolic Theatre Company
 

 

This was the only theatre performance and in Maltese from the whole festival programme this year. Saw this with my sibling on the very last night of the festival, and as an audience member I got to support Leanne Ellul, another good friend of mine and in the arts, who was involved in this production. She wrote up the script and then passed it on to the director Marta Vella.

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The noteworthy title (translated as "Are We Siblings or Aren't We?") for starters certainly caught my attention. The set up within the performance space was very simple, in that they depended on a few white wooden boxes made accessible in more ways than one to seamlessly flow into different scenes.Copyright © Diandra A. 2017

 

For a play that depended solely on the two actors Jamie Cardona and Ronald Briffa as the slightly estranged brothers it delivered plenty. The lines gave punch in humour and emotion, the contrasts of character was well delivered and truly human. 

 

The development of the story equally so as their characters directly and indirectly help each other, not only out of their grief of losing their parents so suddenly but also out of their personal inhibitions. The businessman older brother Alex needed to get out of a dead-end relationship, out of the superficial 'responsibilities' of work in London and focus on a better, more worthy responsibility; taking care of Pete his younger brother while getting him out of his shell to follow his baking passion. 

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A good amount was delivered within that limited time of 50 minutes; my sibling certainly enjoyed and for someone who's not so interested in theatre that says alot. The plot didn't seem like it was trying to compensate for lack of other characters present. In a way, the two characters were good instruments for the playwright to be able to weave the other characters into the audience's imagination. One brother mentioning a classmate or another mimicking their father or recalling their mother's kindness didn't feel tedious at all.

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These two actors worked and complimented each other very well; 

when Alex comes home hungover 

after having made a nasty gastro-blend 

of alcohol and a birthday cake 

meant for Pete's classmate the night before, 

and Pete, being the younger of the two, 

paradoxically maintained a father-like maturity and asks, 

"From a scale of 10 to 10, how stoned were you last night?" (my rough translation).

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Most especially in the strong vulnerable scene where Pete suffers an anxiety attack; it brought more sensitively into full circle the direct impact of the tragedy, his outpouring of being able to grieve and how this displays right there what happened that day which then developed Pete's sense of guilt. That was a brilliant written scene to bring the brothers closer.

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 I salute to Leanne for creating a brilliant piece of work, to Marta who executed an active and seamless vision with the simple devices used at hand, and to the actors who supported each other really well to bring this production together to even gain the interest of older audiences.



The Wishing Thread

 


 

One of the prominent installations in Ziguzajg that most of us assistants had a good number of rounds; it served to be an experience for those young and old writing up the wishes, intended to instigate hope for good in the future and appreciate the environment in the green scenery. Situated in front of the new Parliament building (with Stefania seen above), at Castille Place opposite St James Cavalier and at St George's Square, all within Valletta.

 

It also served as an experience for us assistant on our end, not just receiving them and tying them up for them but in encountering and meeting various stories in those encounters waiting to be told.

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They were even, for me personally, encountering diverse people from various walks of life, a story inspiration waiting to happen.  I had the pleasure to meet Manala, the creator behind this installation, during one of my rounds at Republic Street.

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It is inspired and adapted by an Indian festival 'Vat Purmina', founded and became an annual tradition by a myth  From what little I can remember, the myth goes that a woman falls in love with a man who she knows has few years left to live, but marries him anyways. Close to the time, she fasts for days out of love for him in the hopes that he would live. What else I can remember is that every year women would fast for their husbands and tie threads for them on a banyan tree (the national tree of India) as they pray for them.Copyright © Diandra A. 2018

 

How ever accurate the myth really is about, the adaptation into the installation was well transformed into that floral eye-catching sight children (and tourists) would be drawn to. They would write a wish of good will for others on paper tags provided, and then tie their wishes onto the woolen string woven into the potted local flora. 

 

Later on during the week I've learned, 

and managed to share with the public, 

that by the end of the festival 

all the written wishes 

would be collected 

and archived. 

 

The installation I'm certain did encourage 'wishers'  to keep hope alive while appreciating nature. 

 

As I said earlier it created a unique experience for us assistants, 

especially through the people I personally encountered.  

In the midst of bombastic bus-cades from freshly toga-ed graduates, air horns and all 

 

- in the midst of young 'veteran' wishers looking for theirs tied in plastic coverings

 

- and the friendly reunions of young acquaintances 

which I will treasure the surprise 

at having seen them again. 

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A Maltese mother and son came to the Castille area during my night shift. 

As he was writing his wish, they were on their way to see a show at the School of Art some streets down, 

where his mother said it was the same venue he'd done music exams for the drums. 

 

I recommended 

he ought to listen 

to the song Take Five 

from the jazz band The Dave Brubeck Quartet. 

Knowing my slight dyscalculia I might have written them the wrong year, 

so here's the version I was aiming for with the drum solo.  

 

 

 

It was a bonus one quiet night 

for the installation to be visited 

by six women from the Netherlands

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At one point I was made part of a selfie treasure hunt. Twice. 

Groups of people from some finance or insurance 

- can't remember what it was exactly 

- were going round Valletta 

finding people to pose in selfies with them 

for this treasure hunt. 

 

I simply stood holding up my name tag 

so Ziguzajg will be noticed and sneakily advertised. 

At least the second group 

accepted the exchange of writing up some wishes 

for the Wishing Thread in return.

 

A little girl from China

who looked about five years old, 

came up with her mother and she drew a cute little angel on her paper tag, 

and it was equally sweet to have posed with her 

as her mother took a photo from her phone.

 

One kid declared out loud his enthusiastic wish before writing it down, 

a sweet friend to one Elliot; 

he wished for his friend Elliot to be "a Flash".

His mother smiled warmly 

at his innocent declaration, 

saying "I'm sure Elliot will be really happy with that".

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Il piccolo Damone e sua famiglia. At my "Parliament shift", this young Italian family came up, I thought they were tourists but they've been residing in Malta, for over a year I believe. They perused some of the tied wishes, with the father holding the cutest few-month-old baby boy, eyes bright turquoise blue, his whole outfit was blue right up to his beanie hat with ears sown on top.

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I remember this sweet encounter clearly, 

mostly by the wish that his mother wrote in Italian, 

written on little Damone's behalf:

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"I am four months old; this year I will be celebrating my first Christmas. So my wish will be that all the little children like me will receive the joy and happiness that Christmas always brings!". 

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(signed with a little doodle 

of a baby's face 

and a strand of curly hair 

poking out of his head)

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During one of the boisterous buscades at Castille Place, an American architect student got interested in the installation in the midst of rambunctious whistles. Seeming close to my age, she's from Washington DC, studying at Pennsylvania, currently in Rome who is on holiday in Malta to see St John's Co-Cathedral.

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In passing her a festival program she got her interested in the events going on AND she made a good choice that same evening in seeing TAG which were among the performances I recommended to her that were going on that day, and this was when I got to watch it a second time.

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There was also this affectionate and enthusiastic American family from DC who were having a self-planned family holiday in a few countries, where Malta was their penultimate stop, before going to Sicily and then back home.

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The paper tags helped me again this time, as the mother asked what sights to see within Valletta, to get them to the Co-Cathedral to see Caravaggio's 'Beheading of St John', which intrigued her as it turned out she had studied art in college and had covered a little on Caravaggio. It had definitely felt good that day to recommended this to the family, as they seemed to like winging it on holidays - which has its merits as much as a plan, but it would have been a shame for them to have missed it, especially for the art grad.

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 I too grasped the opportunity

to write two wishes for the thread, 

having tied them both to Parliament area, 

and created two other copies of those originals 

that I now keep in my room as other personal mementos 

of my Ziguzajg adventure in 2017. 

 

 

Naturally I'm not gonna share them out here! 

They're archived now so that's good enough for me.

 

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As I look back with a relaxed smile, re-living the jovial air and adventure and all the ZiguZajg Festival brought,

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it helped me grow, as I served, as an actor, 

 

as a theatre practitioner,

 

as an artist, 

 

as an art-and-theatre-lover, 

 

as a lover of innocence.

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And having assisted and reminisced 

it solidified the nagging idea 

that manifested itself 

into the production idea and process 

I have till now created and proposed for this year's festival, 

having officially sent my proposal two days ago.

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After seeing and befriending some performers 

and artists in their own medium . . .


I am itching to create

 

to begin

 

to delve

 

to form a new family among friends 

 

a bigger family even

 

to still be a part of that creative community.

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I have friends in the arts 

who willingly need to rest after strenuous months, 

and that's understandable . . .

but that internal blaze in me keeps growing 

expanding to reach out to share

to befriend

and create.

 

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  Here's to hope!


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