Arts & Culture
As real as it gets
When the only complaint you have
about a play is the name, you know it’s good. The title of Pacific Theatre’s
current offering is “Cherry Docs,” a reference to an obscure brand of
steel-toed boots.
“Cherry Docs” opens with
cacophony assaulting our ears. The set in the alley theatre, one end
institutional green with a steel window, a key card swipe at the door, a
garbage can, a highly visible security camera and a standard issue clock on the
wall. The other side is simpler, a table and a few chairs with another exit
door with another card swipe.
It turns out, Cherry Docs are a
type of Doc Martin boots that the skin-head wore to kick a man of colour to
death. Mike Klassen, as Mike, the unrepentant Neo-Nazi points out that carrying
something in his hand to hurt someone is considered a weapon but wearing
steel-toed Cherry Docs can do the same damage but not get him caught carrying a
weapon.
David Gow’s play is complex. It
starts with a clearly defined antagonist and protagonist but, like real life,
nothing stays straight forward. This is a play about redemption, on both
characters’ parts. But this
redemption takes struggle and the fist step which is realization.
What was to be a legal-aid case
to make a young lawyer’s name, a young lawyer who knows how he accepts all
people in their differences, affects him in ways he never anticipated. The
fall-out is life-changing.
John Voth, last seen as the young
man in Pacific Theatre’s Christmas production of “The Lion, The Witch and the
Wardrobe” plays a powerful, utterly convincing role in the young lawyer,
Danny.
Equally powerful, Klassen
portrays the skin-head with frightening clarity showing both his anger and
later his needs, a need for community amongst what others see as failure, a
need that drove him into the arms of Neo-Nazis.
When he finally says with great
passion, “I’m a wasted person, a waste on this earth,” the veneer of hatred
cracks, letting our realization of who he is seep in.
At another point, this young man
cracks mentally, snapping into soldier mode, showing the power of his
indoctrination.
While, at another point, Voth
reflects, “At first, I blamed the other. Then, I blamed myself.”
Also an educational play, “Cherry
Docs” playwright says to us, through Neo-Nazi Mike, that this is not small
problem with a few people that there are thousands, tens of thousands in this
country, hundreds of thousands around the world who feel the same way he does
and they are organized. He asks what good locking him up will do when prison is
full of people who feel like he does, young men who feel victimized, not by the
power elite who rule but by other visible minorities.
The direction by Richard Wolfe is
flawless. Every moment, every sound, every word is clear. The blocking seems
natural yet must have been well though-out because, with audience on two sides,
each person watching felt the show was put on for them. There was never a
moment one side felt ignored. Hard to do in an alley theatre.
If you like serious theatre done
with skill and finesse, “Cherry Docs” is for you.
One person in attendance
described “Cherry Docs” as playing hide-and-go-seek on a squash court. It’s
most apt.
While my companion, usually an
understated person said, when the play ended, “Holy cow! That was …” as words
failed him. His favourite drama of the year, and perhaps the past few years, he
later said, “That was amazing acting.”
After the performance, both
actors praised Gow’s writing saying it made getting into character easy when
the words led the way so succinctly and vividly.
Pacific Theatre and Cave Canem
Production have a powerful play, superbly done on their hands.
Luckily for those in the Lower
Mainland, it runs until April 28 at 1440 W 12th Ave, Vancouver.
For info and tickets call
604-731-5518 or click.