I’ve gotten into the habit of going to the theatre so regularly that it feels like I don’t write about anything else anymore. Still, this isn’t a theatre blog – still not sure quite what kind of blog it is, if I’m honest – so you can expect travel articles and book reviews in the coming weeks.
But, well, as it so happens, I did go see a play this weekend – Bliss at the Finsborough Theatre. Based on Andrey Platonov’s The River Potudan, the play is set in post-Civil War Russia and depicts the hardship – hand in hand with optimism – that the new Soviet citizens experience.
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The script deviated slightly from the story, but captured the harsh realities of 1920s Russia: the cold, the starvation, the illness, and even hinting, perhaps, at the peasant traditions of snokhachestvo, or a father-in-law’s claim on the wife of his son.
The play itself was generally well acted, though I did doubt the sincerity of the love between the two romantic leads and felt the portrayal of Nikita to be quite one dimensional. Perhaps it’s my contemporary upbringing, but I also struggled to understand Lyuba’s sacrifice of her own position – her medical studies – her health and well-being – for the love of a shell-shocked soldier.
That said, I read through the story’s synopsis and there was a considerable back story left unexplored that added nuance, namely the question of fate and inevitability arising from the pre-war relationship between Nikita and Lyuba.
The tramp was an interesting addition. I interpret him much in the same way as I interpret the presence of the unnamed narrator in Serebrennikov’s Leto – as the spirit of the age. Of course, the spirit of the age in the aftermath of the Red Army’s victory over the Whites is much more grim than in the rockstar milieu of the 1980s, though there are still parallels to be drawn.
Bliss claims to be the “world premiere” of Platonov’s work, though Wikipedia appears to disagree, citing multiple theatre stagings and even an American film. But, well, if you want to catch what might be the London premiere of The River Potudan – sorry, Bliss – it’s running at Finsborough Theatre until 11 June.