The Bluebird Mechanicals | Too Close to the Sun

This was a strange piece of theatre, one quite, quite different to much of which I have seen of late. For starters, the set is unbelievably intricate and complex; a work of art, many works of art involved in each stylized prop and costume. How strange, when show after show the fashion is for simple, almost sparse sets. How refreshing. Then there is silence. Long, exquisite, exhaustive, pauses. Space enough for you to shift uneasily in your chair. Space enough for the world outside to fade.

Talya Rubin (devisor/writer/performer) and Nick James (co-devisor/director) have made a strident piece that is at once a homily to old muses and an exposition on guilt, redemption, regret, inevitability, lovers and love, greed and revenge.

This is not cookie-cutter theatre, sometimes it was stilted, difficult, awkward, weird and overly strong. The flipside of that coin is brave, unusual, daring. It is true, I was challenged by this performance. It was not palatable, chewy. It had a bucketfuls of charm, but nothing was made easy for me. It moved between disparate worlds without regard for my comfort.

This is complex theatre. It is not a musical immersion of colour and light that is easy on the palette like a soft-fruit sorbet. At times, it felt like an awkward dinner party where at least three of the guests have their own axe to grind. I think it will be appreciated best by those who appreciate stagecraft and playwrighting – upon leaving, I went home to refresh my knowledge of Chekhov, so as to dig a little closer to the artists intention.

I am struck by the fact that another performing artist is making apocalyptic art. Artists are a kind of coal-mine canary, taking the measure of the zeitgeist, reading the world, foretelling the coming weather. These plays are about the end-of-times, a deep tremor that is becoming omnipresent in our cultural psyche. This theme is never overt, but between the momentous imagery, the congruent narratives, and the strange madness of birds, there is food for thought enough to make a feast.

And I remember that Chekhov himself was born in a time-between-times, although they could not know it then. It was the time of Russian emancipation, in which serfdom was rescinded in the empire, at time of great upheaval and positive change, and yet the slow grind of life, the relentless dampening of human spirit was still in harsh focus in all of his work.

Rubin has absorbed that relentless feeling, and taken it to a new and misty place in the Bluebird Mechanicals.

A mystical world, and underworld, and other-world, created painstakingly by intricate cupboards and surfaces, by boxes that move and trolleys that slot into one another. There is something macabre and faintly threatening about how Rubin uses olde-fashioned toys and trinkets to play-act scenes, whilst literal and visceral projections provide an eery POV of the character. I am reminded of the chaos butterfly – one small action here having terrifying consequence for another elsewhere. It’s almost like playing God.

Time moves, stands still. The narrator tells us our future. She has something to say. She has gone to great trouble to craft the tale. She has come a long way to tell us the story. We had best listen.

The Bluebird Mechanicals presented by Too Close to the Sun, is playing at Metro Arts from 7 – 16 September 2017.

Images by Samuel James


Talya Rubin Writer / Co-devisor / Performer / Visual Concept

Nick James Co-Devisor / Director

Hayley Forward Sound Designer

Richard Vabre Lighting Designer

Corrinne Merrell Set Consultant

Nancy Belzile Object / Miniature Consultant

Mark Swartz Set Builder / Cabinet Designer

Bryony Anderson & Mathieu Rene Puppet Makers

Christopher Baldwin Bird Costume Maker

Campion Decent Dramaturge

Sam James Video Designer

Elise Baker Production Manager

Brandon Duncan Head Technician / Mechanist

Sasha Wood Technician / Mechanist / Operator

Alex Cossu Operator



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