The Overcoat 311.
(photo credit: Richard Haughton)
The Israel Festival
Directed by Amit Lahav
Gecko Theater, UK
Performed in whiteface, Amit Lahav’s The Overcoat is 70 minutes of virtuoso visual razzle-dazzlery that tries to show what goes on inside the story, but falls short.
Gogol’s classic tells the tale of a friendless, grey and minor government copy-clerk, Akakki (Lahav), whose overcoat is so shabby it must be replaced. When he finally gets the overcoat, thieves steal it from off his back after only one day. Broken-hearted, he falls ill and dies and his ghost haunts the streets looking for his coat.
Lahav’s version is pretty close to the original, except that here the
coat is a prize for productivity and Akakki’s drab daily round is
exacerbated by a hopeless passion for a pretty clerk around whom he
spins erotic fantasies. When a fellow clerk – Dai Tabuchi in a
tour-de-force Kabuki turn – wins the coveted prize, poor Akakki breaks.
Ti Green’s brilliant, mobile and multi-level set lends a Gogol-via-Kafka resonance to office, streets and lonely lodging.
A blend of superbly executed physicality, clowning, mime, and movement
theater, the striking visuals are complemented by chatter in gibberish
and other languages – as if Lahav sensed that he’s missing something.
The missing something is emotional content. This
is neither fish nor fowl because Lahav
seems more concerned with exterior than interior. He doesn’t show
Akakki’s longing for love and life, he sketches it.