Wednesday, August 6, 2014

THE CRUCIBLE Selfie from Kaley B.


The moment I opened the door of the Old Vic Theatre, I headed straight toward the poster display and then excitedly bounced into the theatre with a picture of John Proctor under my arm and a program clutched in my hand. Granted, I knew little about the play I was about to see besides that it dealt with the Salem witch trials, but I had an intuition that this production of The Crucible would be emotionally jarring and undeniably brilliant. Perhaps this feeling was also encouraged by the fact that my inner-fan girl could hardly wait to see Richard Armitage onstage. I sat down in one of the seats that encircled an arena stage that was surrounded with proscenium architecture, which had been transformed to create space for audience members. The floor was set with empty chairs soon to be filled with the “defendants” who would make or break the theatrical experience ahead. The theatre had transformed into a courtroom. I was the judge and this play was on trial by fire. Thanks to an ingenious artistic team, my preemptive anticipations were not disappointed, and my sensory response to the pre-show staging led seamlessly into the story of John Proctor’s struggle with moral responsibility and Elizabeth Proctor’s battle with judicial authority as the Salem law began to pass judgments on sins of the soul.

As a down-to-earth man who is familiar with unbounded emotion but is self-bound to God’s moral law, Proctor experiences the disastrous results of a jury holding legal power that scrutinizes and categorizes every part of human life. Reverend Parris tries to control his congregation by emphasizing the seriousness of sin, and the local court reinforces his tactics by punishing private sins in public. But when Proctor, spurred by loneliness and lust, commits adultery with his servant girl, Abigail Williams, he needs neither church authority or the court to awaken his conscience to the gravity of his sin. Although his reputation in the town remains spotless, he is bitterly aware of his folly and cannot forgive himself. As Elizabeth remarks, “the magistrate sits in your heart that judges you.” Elizabeth remains loyal to her husband, but no longer trusts even his most sincere efforts to please her and quietly rejects the kiss he offers her after entering their home from a long day of toil. While Proctor is convinced that his honor is permanently soiled, he continues to fiercely long for his wife’s trust and defends his Christian faith as sincere. When he realizes that he could expose Abigail’s deceit in order to save the women being convicted as witches, he is loath to do so because his guilty conscience tells him that his quality as a witness has been degraded. Yet when her malicious accusations impact his own home, his duty to his wife gives him clear obligations. In the witch trials of Salem, an entire life of morality could be overlooked on the grounds of a single accusation. John holds himself to a moral code that punishes solitary mistakes, which is why he feels such a heavy burden of guilt over his adultery. Yet his sense of right and wrong demands that he defend goodness even if he himself is not always righteous. Proctor is forced to push beyond his own shame order to maintain loyalty to the things that are truly important to him, such as his wife and his good name.

Although the stage presents scenes set in familiar, everyday areas such as bedrooms and kitchens, the mysterious lighting and the ritualistic preciseness of the choreographed blocking gave a dangerous, cultic quality to the action. The staging revealed how everyday activities can take on a dark quality when seen from a particular vantage point. The play constantly asks the audience to determine who is worthy of donning the black robes of judgment when a man or woman’s private life is held up for scrutiny. While areas of faith and practice are regulated to the private sector in modern America, Salem authorities felt that a Christian society should regulate the public’s morality. When Elizabeth is condemned because Abigail accuses her of witchcraft, the debate becomes Elizabeth’s word against Abigail. Abigail’s evidence is abstract and unable to be confirmed by anyone except for herself. Yet the appeal of her allegations is fueled by the intensity of the production and ambiance of the set. Many of the scenes begin with women performing an everyday task such as lighting a fire or carrying a jug of water. The audience, along with the judges in the Salem courts, had been taken from the courtroom and placed on the hearth. In Elizabeth’s trial, the accuser possesses all the power. Elizabeth will look guilty if she refuses to answer the court’s summons and yet cannot hope to be proven innocent. The court acts as if they can read man’s hearts and make judgments on deeds that should only be condemned before the throne of God. Though Elizabeth suffers under an unjust accusation, she realizes that it is wrong for a man to pass a verdict on the moral state of another human being. When asked to condemn John as a lecher, she denies his accusation because of her loyalty to her husband and conviction that it is not her place to condemn another’s private sins. Through a twisted attempt to uphold morality, the court ends up condemning sacrificial confession and faithfulness to a spouse. As John Proctor angrily deplores, “You bring down heaven and raise up a whore!”

I entered the theatre as an enthusiast and left the playhouse as a pupil. Though the stage created the atmosphere of a courtroom, an appearance of authority did not validate the judgments passed therein. The Crucible demonstrated that failure to distinguish between what should be punished by law and what should be punished by God can lead to tragedies where goodness is fatally disfigured by the evil tongue of fools endowed with the gavel. The play begs the audience to think twice before allowing fallible human authority to hold sway over matters of the human soul.

           

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