When exactly does Jeff Whitty鈥檚 musical, Head over Heels, start? When the Fool鈥檚 song threatens violence to those who neglect to turn off cell phones? When the actors trickle down the aisles, chatting up the audience? When the Fool introduces each character and riffs on genre?
Directors of traditional plays often orchestrate such soft beginnings, inviting us to bend our minds around that in-between space ruled neither by the world we left outside the theatre nor by the dramatic structure of the play yet to come. But Head over Heels, romping through its world premiere this season in the Elizabethan Theatre, is anything but traditional. The circumstances of its conception are bizarre鈥攁 hot date between a 1580鈥檚 romantic narrative and the pop songbook of a 1980鈥檚 all-female band, the Go-Gos. Its prolonged liminal opening is written into the script, urging us to abandon boundaries, classic structure, or, heaven forbid, the pretense of realism. Indeed, following the play鈥檚 uncertain beginning, anything goes, right up to the infinite regress that prevents its end.
The live music and Sonya Tayeh's choreography reinforce the heartbeat at the show's center.
On the surface, Head over Heels foregoes any effort to imitate life in favor of celebrating theatre. Loren Shaw鈥檚 resplendent costumes conjure a rainbow led by chartreuse. The live music and Sonya Tayeh鈥檚 choreography reinforce the heartbeat at the show鈥檚 center. Whitty鈥檚 dialogue delivers the most ordinary content with multi-syllabic grandiloquence. Similar ironies lurk in the discrepancies between the onstage action and the lyrics of the Go-Go鈥檚 pre-existing songs. One character bleeds out from a stab wound, for example, while his lover laments the disruption of best-laid plans.
Whitty鈥檚 action quotes the history of drama from Sophocles to Sondheim, with countless bows to Shakespeare. To get things rolling, King Basilius (Michael Sharon) consults an Oracle (Michele
Mais), cousin to the Witch in Into the Woods, who intones four disturbing prophecies. Basilius will lose his throne; his widely courted daughter Pamela (Bonnie Milligan) will lose her innocence but never marry; his neglected daughter Philoclea (Tala Ashe) will marry without his approval; and he and Queen Gynecia (Miriam Laube) will both commit adultery. Emulating Oedipus, Basilius thinks to escape his fate through relocation, thereby commencing its fulfillment.
He and his household trot into the forest. Thanks to Shakespeare and company, we all know what happens in forests. The clothes come off, the hair comes down, and a shepherd, Mucidorus (Dylan Paul), cross-dressed (barely) as an Amazon, becomes the object of everyone鈥檚 desire. Pamela, whose poetry laced with double-entendre draws her unwittingly out of the closet, thinks he is female, as does Basilius, who flaunts a well-turned calf. Gynecia happens to have visual proof he鈥檚 male while Philoclea, the woman he loves, makes the pleasant discovery when he simply removes his diadem at the end of Act I.
In Act II, the King and the Queen send Mucidorus love letters arranging an assignation. Mucidorus redelivers them to the Queen and the King, thus setting up a no-holds-barred bed trick. The King, furious that the 鈥済ame has spun from 鈥his] control,鈥� comes after the poor shepherd and stabs him. It seems that just as the Fool (John Tufts) predicted, the play required 鈥渢he death of a leading romantic character.鈥�
The Oracle鈥檚 initial command to the King was Keep it Real. The actors play variations on this instruction. Sharon roots Basilius in melodrama: he鈥檚 a villainous cad and he knows it. If melodrama featured spoiled brats, Milligan鈥檚 Pamela would fit that sub-genre. It turns out though there鈥檚 a reason for her impervious narcissism鈥攖he lie she鈥檚 living of heterosexuality. Rejection by the Amazon provokes a tantrum of global proportions, which she bills as showing her 鈥渧ulnerable side,鈥� but her lady-in-waiting Mopsa (the sparkling Britney Simpson) grabs her on the rebound. Henceforth part of an item, Pamela will begin to show her more variegated human side.
Laube鈥檚 Queen plays it real from the start. Craving the 鈥渨ild abandon鈥� of love, she鈥檚 stifled in her marriage to the patriarchal Basilius, who prefers efficiency. The only way she can think of to protect her younger daughter Philoclea from a similarly disappointing union is to direct her down the convent route. As Philoclea, the lovely Ashe practically steals the show with her unquestioning belief in her own plainness and her sister鈥檚 charisma. She accepts the crumbs of affirmation from her family as if they offered a banquet. Her anxiety and nausea upon hearing of her parents鈥� unwitting tryst is plain hilarious鈥攕he keeps trying to conjure an image of 鈥渞ushing water鈥� to drown that of the primal scene.
As Pamela softens, Philoclea gets tough. In the midst of sexual chaos, she announces that she鈥檚 going to talk now, delivering a sweet little sermon in support of love. It鈥檚 not enough to prevent the 鈥渢ragic consequences鈥� of the King鈥檚 obsessive control, but it does prompt her mother to shed her passivity and take the helm. And in the end, the Fool is wrong about romance, at least this one鈥攚ell, at least for everyone but him. While the play erupts at the end in torrents of rambunctious joy, the Fool heads out of Arcadia, carrying his secret love for Philoclea in his heart. Tufts鈥檚 odd-man-out has won our affection and admiration for stage-managing this theatrical journey and bringing it home. Now he must 鈥渇ashion home鈥� from the open road.
In Head over Heels, the medium is the message. The disruptive, free-wheeling form amplifies its paean to unrestricted love鈥攖o hell with gender or social class鈥攁nd finally induces us to 鈥渆mbrace the magic of the universe lest logic interrupt discovery.鈥�
Molly Tinsley taught literature and creative writing at the U. S. Naval Academy for twenty years. Her latest book is the spy thriller Broken Angels (www.fuzepublishing.com)
