“A Room in India” a brilliant, surreal, feminist political commentary

By Lucy Komisar

Surreal, slapstick, funny, political, clever, and very feminist, Ariana Mnouchkine’s staging of “A Room in India,” created by Hélène Cixous and Mnouchkine’s world-famous Théâtre du Soleil (founded in Paris in 1964), is a rich feast for audiences.

It is built around the travails of a French political theater troupe visiting India whose director abandons them because he can’t produce the Mahabarata, the ancient Indian epic. Never clear why.

Dancing monkeys leap into the room of Cornélia (Hélène Cinque), photo Stephanie Berger.

Cornélia (Hélène Cinque), his assistant, finds herself in charge. Suddenly cut adrift by the Alliance Française and without any money, she spends a lot of the play in a nightdress in bed having visions, nightmares, apparitions, panics that turn into her own epic. She is occasionally awakened by a phone call that has her trip groggily across the floor to find that someone in Paris doesn’t understand the time difference.

The production, Mnouchkine says, was inspired by the terrorism that killed music fans at Paris’s Bataclan Theater in 2015. It attempts to consider what theater means in an era of crisis and conflict, of terrorism and religious extremism, of misogyny.

Terukkuttu fighters, photo Da Ping Luo.

But instead of a dirge soaked with evil, it is answers with a hopeful grin. And fantasy, all via the dreams and imaginings. Yes, we are in India, where the monkeys that dance in through the window and we see riveting musical scenes from the Mahabarata performed in Terukkuttu, a traditional form of song and dance practiced in Tamil Nadu (South India).

But that old legend, where women didn’t always fair very well, suffering subservience and rapes, becomes a mirror through which we see the present. For example, the Taliban terrorists who are shown arguing how many virgins they will get if they blow up their targets. One says 70, another wants 75. They put their fingers in their ears. Nothing happens. A mobile phone was supposed to set off the charge, but its battery died!

In another fantasy, a bunch of Saudis en plêne costume with burqas want admission to a committee for human rights. They are trying to persuade Swedish diplomats that they are not so bad to women. “We are Saudi  Arabs. We have been stigmatized because of the status of women!” They tell a diplomat to call in her boss. Except she is the boss!

Muslims caught up in turmoil, photo Stephanie Berger.

I loved the riotous desert cinema done in full Hollywood music where a Muslim who is supposed to be directing the action, with a Daesh flag and a woman in a burqa, keeps on making Malapropian sexual allusions. “Fornication is prescribed,” he declares. “No, prosecuted!” he is loudly corrected. The incompetent fellow repeatedly bangs his head on a boom mike.

There’s also sadness. A little girl with a suicide vest.

The women are tough. Mrs. Marty, a teacher, fights the opposition to educating girls. Her lover, a Sikh, was taken by her brother and his thugs. She never saw him again. But now the women laugh and plan.

Cornélia (Hélène Cinque) and Dr. Chekhov (Arman Saribekyan), photo Da Ping Luo.

They decide to meet in Syria. Men come to attack and cry to kill them. Dreams and nightmares. Newspapers are blown onstage. The killing in Paris is conflated.

And then, so French intellectual, when Cornélia gets hysterical, Dr. Chekhov arrives. You know which one. The Three Sisters also show up. And Shakespeare. Even Charlie Chaplin shows up at the end to make his famous anti-fascist speech from “The Great Dictator.”

We get back to the Mahabarata, very noisy assertive Indian dancing, amazing bright colored costumes, and the submissive wife, which I found jolting. The backward woman: “Why was I born a woman?” Brilliant theater, it also shows how deep the misogyny goes.

Terukkuttu style epic of legendary fighter and his wife, photo Da Ping Luo.

The iconic woman is shot by a man with an assault weapon. The final plea against slavery for liberty against intolerance seems another fantasy.

Ensemble acting is brilliant. You are pulled into the fantasy. You will forget which part is imagination and which is subtle political commentary. I expect Mnouchkine meant it that way.

A Room in India.” A collective creation by the Théâtre du Soleil with Hélène Cixous, directed by Ariana Mnouchkine. Thompson Arts Center at Park Avenue Armory, 643 Park Ave at 67th Street, New York City.  Dec 5-20, 2017. 12/31/17.

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