Posted on 04/11/2006 5:10:39 AM PDT by Pharmboy
One of the most disturbing things about "My Name Is Rachel Corrie," the Royal Court play based on the journals and e-mails of a young American who died in Palestine for no apparent reason, is that it has yet to be seen in the United States.
The one-woman production starring Megan Dodds was on its way to the New York Theater Workshop last month when it derailed. Instead, it's in a sold-out run at London's Playhouse Theater, directed, as it was at the Royal Court, by actor Alan Rickman, who fashioned the play with journalist Katharine Viner.
Rachel Corrie was a seriously earnest young woman from the Pacific Northwest who was born seeking a cause. At 10, she made a speech pleading on behalf of the poor at her school's fifth-grade news conference on world hunger, and at 23 she left to take a look at the sharp end of where her country's tax dollars were spent on things military.
She went to the Palestinian territories with an international goodwill movement, and there she died, crushed by a U.S.-made bulldozer being used by Israeli forces that were knocking down Palestinian homes.
We meet Corrie in her apartment as she prepares to leave her comfortably chaotic and liberal environment in order to see what is really happening in one of the world's trouble spots. A slight, blond chatterbox, she is forever making lists about things to do and people to meet.
Full of middle-class anxieties and well-meaning ambitions, she finds herself changed by a free trip to Russia, where for the first time she saw poverty and genuine hardship. "It was flawed, dirty, broken and gorgeous," she writes in her journal.
Flying home over Puget Sound, she realizes that its glorious radiance is not enough to make her feel glad to be home. She is hit hard by the realization that she is destined to live forever in a land of privilege unless she travels. "I can't cool boiling waters in Russia. I can't be Picasso. I can't be Jesus. I can't save the planet single-handedly," she writes. "I can wash dishes."
And so she journeys to Jerusalem and then to Rafah with a copy of "Let's Go Israel" under her arm. She states clearly that she sees a distinction between the fate of Jewish people and the policies of the state of Israel. Her role, as she sees it, is to bear witness to what those policies mean for Palestinians.
Rickman and Viner have done a fine job of shaping Corrie's often luminous writing into something resembling a play, and Dodds is exceptionally good at capturing the intense young woman's scattershot personality and deep desire to do good.
Her death is as random as so many others in that tragic part of the world. She died in Palestine, but her writings suggest it could have been anywhere, on any side where the poor die pointlessly because of unreasoning conflict.
David Johnson and Virginia Buckley present a Royal Court Theater production.
Cast: Rachel Corrie: Megan Dodds
Taken from the writings of: Rachel Corrie; Edited by: Alan Rickman, Katharine Viner; Produced with the permission of Rachel Corrie's family; Director: Alan Rickman; Designer: Hildegard Bechtler; Lighting designer: Johanna Town; Sound/video designer: Emma Laxton.
Arrggghhh...new = knew.
like this?
As if anybody who walks into the theater to see this play does not already have their mind made up...
I recommend this for the Times Square billboard:
Too bad it turns out he's a creep in real life.
Sue the bulldozer company! Caterpillar has deep pockets, I hear. What nonsense. (((sigh)))
Sways them from "way left" to "even further left"?
She could have been hit by a train in Japan...
Or run over by a bus in Dehli...
Or flattened by a Yellow Cab in New York...
Or trampled by the Bulls at Pampalona...
Is that really her?
Clearly, we need more bulldozer control laws! As it stands, anyone can walk in off the street, buy a bulldozer and use it to run over left-wing protesters.
Yeah--I guess they didn't have far to go. Afraid that in much of the UK it's Israel always wrong, Palies always right.
and/or dies . . .
She went to the Palestinian territories with an international goodwill movement, and there she died, crushed by a U.S.-made bulldozer being used by Israeli forces that were knocking down Palestinian homes.Yeah, those evil, bulldozer-making Americans are a real menace to innocent little girls all over the planet.
She is hit hard by the realization that she is destined to live forever in a land of privilege unless she travels. “I can't cool boiling waters in Russia. I can't be Picasso. I can't be Jesus. I can't save the planet single-handedly,” she writes. “I can wash dishes.”If UK theatergoers are actually “swayed” by this sophomoric cant, somebody ought to explain the meaning of Kitsch to them.
She took on a bulldozer...she lost.
Rachel Corrie AND the horse she rode in on. You know what I mean.
LOL!!!
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