By Nick May
A Tournament of Lies
I walked through the doors of U of T’s Multi-Faith Centre and was greeted by a man at the door; dressed in a three piece suit with the calm sweet demeanor of a funeral director trying to keep you calm, while ushering you to an uncomfortable room. After pointing me in the right direction, he assured me that he would be ‘joining us shortly’.
A Tournament of Lies
I walked through the doors of U of T’s Multi-Faith Centre and was greeted by a man at the door; dressed in a three piece suit with the calm sweet demeanor of a funeral director trying to keep you calm, while ushering you to an uncomfortable room. After pointing me in the right direction, he assured me that he would be ‘joining us shortly’.
This site specific show had me feeling the
perfect amount of uncomfortable from the moment I walked in the door. Once
inside the ‘Quiet Room’ – a small chapel with seats circling the room against
the walls, I felt a buzz of nervous energy from the crowd. I certainly had no
idea what to expect and neither did the others. Although the space only fits
about 20 people, it was the perfect intimate setting for the show.
We quickly learn that we are there to
participate in a funeral ceremony for the departed Alex Young. One by one, the
characters naturally approach the crowd, each using props to help share their
story. Even though the mood is sad, it is lightened every now and again with
singing, instruments and even a bit of dancing.
There was no point when I was truly uncomfortable;
the actors did a great job of drawing us in enough and holding our trust. It’s
not very often that you can feel safe in such close proximity to someone
wielding an axe.
The actors were on-point and played off of
each other as a true ensemble. No one stole focus while they individually told
their stories about Alex. We
learn early in the show that Alex was a lesbian, and you can feel the sadness
in her partner Emma’s eyes as she recounts her part of the story.
I had some concerns fully understanding
what my takeaway from this piece should be. It may be that our lives are made
up of the stories (or lies) that other people tell about us once we’re gone. Or perhaps it’s the fact that we all compete to tell our piece of someone else’s
story.
Either way, A Tournament of Lies made me think a lot once it was over. I encourage everyone to step out of their comfort zone to see this show.
Either way, A Tournament of Lies made me think a lot once it was over. I encourage everyone to step out of their comfort zone to see this show.
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