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The Toronto Theatre Review: Canadian Stage’s Winter Solstice

By Ross

It’s Christmas Eve in this twisted comedy of manners, brought to the Berkeley Street Theatre stage at the perfectly attuned time in history by Necessary Angel Theatre Company. What is at the core of Winter Solstice, audaciously written by one of Germany’s most frequently produced playwrights, Roland Schimmelpfennig (Arabian Nights), is something a whole lot more compelling than just that. Written in response to the rise of the new political Right in Europe, the play is a dynamic commentary on complicitness and blind acceptance when coupled with charm and personality, and there’s no way to view this complicated and sometimes distancing play without layering in what is happening south of the Canadian border.

It’s impossible to ignore as I write this review on the day after the Inauguration of that horrific man as the first felon to lead the United States, a misnomer for a country if there ever was one, especially at this moment in time. The tension that vibrates in the theatre connects quite directly to the feeling that overwhelmingly exists in the world today as we watch a man who seemingly embraces fascism rise to this powerful office. It is palpable and intense watching this play with that knowledge sitting in the back of our minds.

In this solid translation by David Tushingham (Mr. Kolpert), we are ushered through, gently, by a narrator, carefully portrayed by Frank Cox-O’Connell (Coal Mine’s Hand To God), who eventually becomes an active artistic participant. And as we watch the unraveling begin, there is an uncomfortable, tense engagement of a couple; Bettina and her husband, Albert, played forcibly by Kira Guloien (Stratford’s Tommy) and Cyrus Lane (Stratford’s Much Ado About Nothing), bickering with middle-class passive aggressiveness. They throw blame and accusations at each other in an attempt to break a stalemate that seems to be made of the same hard cold material that set and lighting designer Lorenzo Savoini (Stratford’s London Assurance) used to create this modern arena for this battle to be played out within. They mainly throw barbs at one another with growing frustration and contempt, all centered around the recent arrival of Bettina’s problematic mother, played to perfection by Nancy Palk (Tarragon’s Withrow Park), mainly about how Bettina escaped the moment by pretending to be involved with an important phone call about her film work. It’s an uncomfortable scene, painted with dexterity and clarity by the narrating soul who stands nearby. It’s effective, while also somehow slowing us down and making us wait for the ultimate conflict that is quickly approaching.

A crash is heard, off stage but nearby, but no one seems to want to take responsibility for it, at least in those first slowly unwinding scenes. The shattering feels appropriate, much like the brutal and complicated way these two converse around complicated interpersonal interactions, and it only heats its way upward when a gentleman stranger by the name of Rudolph, played dynamically by Diego Matamoros (Crow’s Bad Roads), turns up at their door and strides forward out of the escalating darkness into the light of the hallway. He has been invited, surprisingly by Bettina’s mother, Corinna, to join them for Christmas Eve after the two met on the stalled train that was bringing the mother to Bettina for the holidays. Corinna, knowing that she is not exactly welcome in her daughter’s home, was completely charmed by the gentleman’s chivalrous, sharing compassion and elegance. So she dove right in, not wanting to think about him being left all alone on Christmas Eve. So even though she knew it would rattle her tightly wound and controlled daughter and husband to the bone, she invited him into the fold, unannounced with a casual air of entitlement and obliviousness.

Rudolph isn’t exactly welcomed in either, but yet he remains, out of the forced politeness of Albert, charming the crowd with his intelligence, gentility, and his musical talent on the mimed piano. We can understand why he would be so embraced, winning over most of those in attendance, and gathering up the hearts of the majority, but we also feel the impending bad energy that slowly ignites in Albert. We can’t quite make out if this is due to some medicinal machination created by a casual ingestion of numerous pills aimed at helping Albert ‘feel’ better. Yet, Albert registers something no one else is seeing in the character of Rudolph. We also sense it, but also question it. Is it real or a hallucination brought on by his ever-worsening physical state? Is he the monster Albert sees? Or is he loosing his ability to comprehend reality?

This tension spins in, out, and around itself, as we make our way through a Christmas Eve of tree-decorating and sitting down for a meal, all within the framed modern rectangle that represents their modern home space that has been invaded by a stranger whose rhetoric is slowly becoming more ferocious and fascist-sounding with every tensely wired moment. Directed with intent by Alan Dilworth (Soulpepper’s Mother’s Daughter), the historian-centered Albert is either spinning inside his brain an idea that sits in opposition to everyone else, or he has picked up on a narrative that charm and musical talent has masked from the others. The framing, as escalated within that elongated room, dynamically registers as something very similar to what happened, somewhat, in America with that conman rapist and racist.

But I wouldn’t call the orange monster man charming like Rudolph, but I would call him strange, and like Albert, a large part of the population of the world can see through the thin-skinned reality star act that somehow has hypnotized millions of others, leading them to accept all that hate he spews while simultaneously ignoring all the horrific things he says and does as something that isn’t significant. Like Albert, we don’t understand how others can’t see who this man truly is. This insidious encounter on Christmas Eve hangs heavy, even with the slow-paced maneuverings that this production embraces.

Winter Solstice is stealthy and subtle in its unraveling, asking us to pay close attention and look past the polished veneer. Schimmelpfennig has said of Winter Solstice, that his “focus was always on the method of the ‘fascist’ seduction.” That this play, in a way, is not about rising up in action against this doctor’s seductive mannerisms; one that loves to play Bach on the piano, but of seeing past his “chivalry” into the fascist quality that slowly, and easily starts to leak out. The play treats the transition like an easy slow bluffing hand of poker, almost too much so, but it’s also exacting and deliberate. Matamoros embodies the stranger with a graceful perfection, slowly revealing his lethal sincerity and reverence in a winding up fashion of ferociousness. Palk’s older female character, the first to fall under his spell, finds captivating and engaging nervousness in her vulnerable carelessness, shifting her precarious connection to her daughter around her body like the new dress she changes into, courtesy of the strong costuming by Ming Wong (Crow’s Rosmersholm). The other three are also presented with deliberate and detailed unwindings, filling in the blanks of connectivity with dexterity and clever conviction.

My only real complaint is the subtle disconnection from the momentum, every time the narrator speaks directly to us, trying to find drama in the verbal presentation of stage directions and personal character descriptions. It beats us down and makes us sit back, taking us away from the tension that the metaphoric Winter Solstice is trying to establish. Nevertheless, our collective brains are awash with captivating symbolic integration, while also challenging us to stay tuned in to the precise processing that connects this framing with this moment in American history. The play, courtesy of Necessary Angel in association with Canadian Stage and Birdland Theatre, arrives in a starkly lit rectangle of light that vibrates with a cool sharp appeal, signaling a modern dilemma of epic meaning onto the Berkeley Street Theatre stage at precisely the appropriate moment as we watch a slimy white supremacist rapist become Felon-President of the United States.

Winter Solstice. A Necessary Angel Theatre Company production in association with Canadian Stage and Birdland Theatre. Jan 14-Feb 2, 2025 at Canadian Stage‘s Berkeley Street Theatre. For information and tickets, click here.