Dan Evans did something that no-one else has ever done – he let me enjoy a work from the ancient Greek tragedies. Mention Socrates or Euripides, Medea or Oedipus and I’ll run a mile, but at the premiere of Oedipus Doesn’t Live Here Any More I was enthralled by the story of the man who married his own mother as it was told through the eyes of four young actors, dressed in modern casual clothes, with no set and minimal props who played observers and a multitude of characters in a Greek-style chorus.
The house that the in-fated Oedipus lived had indelible obscene graffiti sprayed across the garage door. We didn’t see it, but heard the word “mothaf***a”; an obscenity yes, but oh so pertinent under the circumstances. The story of the ill-fated, incestuous family was a talking point on Facebook and everywhere else. Tourists would come to pay curious court to the house and mull over its violent history, and the characters told if the eventual decline and fall of the suburban house of Oedipus.
We were taken through the modernised tale of the man and his parents, King Laius and Jocasta, who after being childless for years consulted the Delphi oracle – who prophesied that any son born to Laius would kill him. When Oedipus was born, in an attempt to stop this prophecy from coming true, Laius ordered him to be killed – this was an interesting diversion in the action of the play with a moving esky – but the servant passed the baby on to a shepherd. The infant Oedipus was eventually adopted by the king of Corinth and later a drunk told him he was adopted. Oedipus parents denied this so he went to the same oracle in Delphi that his birth parents had consulted. The oracle informed him he was destined to murder his father and marry his mother. In an attempt to avoid this, he decided to travel to Thebes instead of going home. (Plot courtesy of Wikipedia.)
In the old version, a quarrel over right of way in chariots ended in Laius’s death, but in Evans’ play it was a car crash, that left his mother and future wife Jocasta, a widow. The events came through loud and clear and yet the ancient tale became a thoroughly modern story told in a thoroughly modern way and, being a writer myself, I enjoyed the play as much for its beautiful words as the story-telling.
My only criticism is that Emily Burton’s long speech at the end seemed out of place and dragged a bit. I would have liked to see the play end dramatically when all the protagonists had died.
But having said that, this is the best piece of “young” writing I’ve watched since Hedonism’s Second Album in August last year. Go and see it.
Company: Queensland Theatre Company
Venue: Bille Brown Studio, South Brisbane
Dates: 23 May – 13 June 2014
Eric Scott
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