Argonautika

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As a child I had a marvelously illustrated collection of myths connected with the pursuit of the Golden Fleece I was absolutely fascinated by. I don't think I'd thought of all those marvelous stories since, however --except for the Medea bit-- until we saw Mary Zimmerman's Argonautika last week. Describing the production may be a bit beyond my powers. WaPo's review assesses the weaknesses well, but doesn't give a sense of how much fun the production is, nor how enchanting. It's a marvel of imaginative stagecraft. Zimmerman assembles an ensemble of players on a bare-boards stage and uses costumes, floating fabrics and stylized movements to indicate flying goddesses, stormy seas, fire-snorting bulls, a dragon, and the movements of Scylla & Charybdis.

She adapted the script (using two classic texts) in addition to directing. It's a difficult thing to make a Greek chorus seem anything but a tedious anachronism to a modern audience, but she pulls it off. WaPo calls her style "respectfully irreverent," and I guess that's fair, but I'd place the emphasis on the respect. She doesn't do what many contemporary adapters do: use the barest connection with the ancient text as a peg on which to hang every personal hang-up and ideology (There's a monster! It's a metaphor for Republican Presidents! And Religion! And my mother!). Instead, there's an evident love for the stories as they are, and Zimmerman lets them tell themselves --she's merely bringing them forward to our time a bit. It helps that the cast is clearly enjoying itself -- we did too. Now I have to find that old picture book.