L’oncle Vània
By Anton Chekhov, Directed by Oriol Broggi
L’Oncle Vània, or the Dignity of the Loser: that's how this dazzling text could have been subtitled. Little by little, we see how its characters grow larger as, first with difficulty but then serenely, they come to accept their destiny as "subordinate" individuals. It's an acceptance born out of lucidity about the state of things rather than resignation before imposture (and all victory is that). This perspective is what best helps us understand what is lived and suffered, and can give meaning to our poor lives (what meaning? Chekhov asks in a letter: "the same as the snow that now falls"). In fact, this moral lesson can even become more grandiose than that of Antigone herself, more solemn and histrionic.
We have fallen in love with these characters that we present to you today. From them, we will learn that in the end, only the unrewarded labor, mutual companionship, and the nature that surrounds us remain: the "sacred life of the tree" - as Espriu would say - the protective shade of the mound spoken of in Schubert's lied.
Text
Anton Chekhov
Direction
Oriol Broggi
With
Ramon Vila
Rosa Gàmiz
Màrcia Cisteró
Jordi Figueras
Enric Serra
Jesusa Andany
Joana Palau
Fernando Sarrais
Councilor and musician
Marc Serra
Space and sound
Oriol Broggi
Costume
Marta Pelegrina
Lighting
Pep Barcons
Executive production
Míriam Alagarda and Blanca Arderiu
Production direction
Bet Orfila
A production of La Perla 29
There is a man, in a garden of a large old house, amidst forests, like those of distant relatives come to less - who lets his life slip away as if he were permanently watching a sunset. This man is with his niece, and they work together, not very comfortable, not very unhappy, not too bored.
This man and his niece are our heroes: good people, gray and mediocre. And the others, the people who pass through the house, are their friends, for they love and quarrel.
Unrequited love leads them to talk about their lives, about how they let themselves be carried away and all, like Vanya, see how their life slips away, slowly. They can't do anything about it, they don't know more. And maybe that's it, perhaps; just that.
It amazes me that a certain Chekhov knew how to write these things, so well said.
From La Perla 29 we are eager to approach all of you through this magnificent text.
It's a pleasure to attempt it.
Oriol Broggi
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