JAPAN MEETS THE NOISY WEST
This is exquisite, and not only in Paul Farnsworth’s dreamy set and Ayako Maeda’s costumes, from peasant fishermen to Shogun magnificence. The Menier, always good at capturing the bracing intelligence of Stephen Sondheim’s work, jointly with Umeida Arts Theatre offers us a rare production of this atmospheric, serious and elegant meditation on the opening up of Japan. The Americans arrived in 1853, over two centuries after an earlier European incursion was decisively ended. The story (book by John Weidman). expresses what happened when brash new America – and then the rest – crashed unwelcome into a “floating empire, untouched kingdom”. its earth so sacred to its gods that the grudgingly built ‘treaty house” on an island was immediately burnt and the land disinfected after the first ship delivered its fraternal greetings from President Fillmore. It was a “pacific” approach (see what they did there) for trade rather than a colonial grab, but its effect was shocking to an old world,, hierarchical and bound by custom. “Out there are wars..here we grow rice, paint screens, more beautiful than true” explains Jon Chew’s lively ‘reciter’ of the tale, as delicately choreographed movement evokes a countryside and a reverent bowing to custom and authority.
It is a place where when American ships are spotted, the stiff Shogun (Saori Oda) can brusquely appoint a peaceable Samurai Kayama (Takuro Ohno) to be chief of police, and leave his peaceful fishing by the riverside to “order them” to go away (the river is gently evoked by light, flowing between the tiers in the elegant trans staging). Kayama recruits a former fisherman who had been picked up at sea and spent time in Massachusetts , and gets some of the way after the lad assures him that to deal,with Americans “you just shout louder”… But of course the foreign barbarians come back. And others follow. There is lovely character and pathos in both of the hapless envoys, quiet comedy in the central colonialist absurdity , and for a while high comedy in the subsequent arrival of the other powers, all wearing their ships round their waists and appropriate hats and tunes (the British Victorian is given pure G and S, good to hear in among the more meditative Sondheim evocation of old Japan with bell, flute and drum). Dutch, comedy French and Russians vie for space. Only the local Madam, fan-drilling her girls (Saori Oda again, a witty performer) welcomes them, though as foreigners pour in the exoticism of three- piece suits, bower hats and pocket watches beguiles some. Notably Manjiro (Joaquin Pedro Valdes) . But in a truly alarming, short and delicate number “Pretty Lady” three British sailors approach a pale very young girl (Joy Tan) in a garden: first admiring, then coaxing, then oafish and finally threatening until avenging samurai swords cut it, and them, off. There were a lot of such murders, understandably. And samurai resented the ‘disrespect’ of the invaders. This is no Madama Butterfly.
Balanced to perfection, light and dark and mournful and fascinated, Matthew White’s direction moves us on to the end and a land divided, saddened, but inspired; the Emperor at last decides the only way is for Japan to become as modern, well-armed and rich as these invaders. Which it has. The whole thing is gorgeous, evocative, thoughtfully serious amid the absurdity. It runs straight for 105 minutes, every one precious .
Menierchocolatefactory.com. To 24 feb
Rating five.