Bent by Martin Sherman. Focus Theatre in association with B
Sharp. Downstairs at Belvoir St, Sydney, February 18 to March 14, 2010.
Reviewed Sunday March 7.
This play is well-known for
introducing audiences in many countries, since its original production
in London in 1979, to the fact that the Nazi holocaust was not only a
tragedy for Jews. There is only brief mention of the black triangles
(the symbol for "asocials") or green triangles (the symbol for
professional criminals) which were used to identify Romani people, but
one step down below those with yellow stars, on the lowest rung of the
heirarchy in the concentration camps, were the bearers of pink
triangles. Bent is called ‘iconic’ by B Sharp because it has
become a symbol of the rights of gay people, and this production is
presented in conjunction with Sydney’s Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras.
The
story follows the life of Max from his young adult days in 1933 Berlin,
when high level political figures tolerated homosexuality, through a
long period on the run after Hitler had these key figures killed, during
which Max attempted to do deals via a gay uncle (who outwardly lived a
standard married life while paying for ‘boys’ on the side) to escape to
Amsterdam with his lover, Rudy. The Gestapo catches them living among
unemployed people in a forest camp, and real disaster sets in.
On
the train to the concentration camp, the SS guards set up a situation
where Max is forced to kill Rudy and then to rape a young girl’s body in
order to prove he is not homosexual. It’s a ‘deal’ that saves Max’s
life at the time, and he is classed as a Jew instead. But later in the
camp a deal to get medicine for Horst, classed as homosexual only
because he had signed a petition supporting gay rights, goes awry, and
Max is forced to watch while the SS give Horst the choice of
electrocution on the perimeter fence or being shot if he refuses. Horst
is shot, but Max is then ordered to dump the body in the nearby mass
grave.
Max does as he is ordered, but finally cannot
face his feeling of guilt for still surviving. He takes Horst’s
‘pyjama’ top, with its pink triangle, changes out of his own with its
yellow star, and electrocutes himself on the fence.
The
play has it weaknesses, not because these things might not have really
happened in Nazi Germany, but because it is an unrelenting slide into
absolute disaster, with not any sign of hope. This is, of course, a
truth about the holocaust, but the play is less than it could have been
because the German soldiers are shown only as cardboard cut-outs, as
automatons. Sherman’s message comes through loud and clear, and this
was probably the right thing to do in 1979 at a time when the public had
still never been made aware of what had happened in the 1930s and
’40s. Now I think we need a greater playwright to round out the
picture. Though some men were in tears when I saw this production, it
was too easy to see the story as a contrivance rather than a complete
representation of truth.
The reason this production had
an emotional impact was careful attention to detail in the acting, and
the effective set design which visually took us from an innocent down at
heel but homely apartment to an open unprotected park bench and forest,
on to a cold unfurnished railway van, and finally into the summer heat
and winter freeze of a yard made of white stone, hemmed in from above by
an oppressive representation of the electric fence. The playscript
made it difficult to maintain momentum through the long second half
where the characters continually move rocks from one place to another,
but the imagery in the set design held the action together.
Yet
the real strength of emotion came from the surround soundtrack,
especially of marching soldiers, steam trains, the rumble of rolling
stock, and uplifting military music which built an all-encompassing
tension, made all the more horrifying at the point of each torture or
death at first off stage and then in full view.
Overall,
for me this was a satisfying performance of the play, while its neatly
structured plot led me to want to see the issue of the treatment of gays
as just one example with much wider implications. The crux of the
story is that authoritarian control encourages the people who work as
enforcers to go to extremes, placing their victims in impossible
situations which become a choice between personal survival or
self-destruction to save their souls. Max starts out believing it is
right for him to do anything to survive, but in the end must commit
suicide in the name of truth.
So I would like more
complexity in this drama, so that the play might not be ‘iconic’ of one
particular issue, but become more powerful as a symbol of what is wrong
with human behaviour that lets us so often go along with, and too often
actively participate in, humiliating and killing other people. This is
not just the drama of the holocaust of 70 years ago, but is being played
out all around us today as it has been for thousands of years.
However, whereas Bent remains implacably without hope, I think,
alongside the terror, we have gradually established a place for human
rights since the Nazi era. We should not let the past horror stymie
positive action for the future.
© Frank McKone, Canberra
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