10/29/2020     TIT           7 Stages Home Brew Series
           

THE AGENCY OF VOICE

Why dost not speak to me?
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind,
Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips,
Coming and going with thy honey breath.
But, sure, some Tereus hath deflowered thee,
And, lest thou shouldst detect him, cut thy tongue.
Ah, now thou turn'st away thy face for shame!

 

Such is the grisly fate of one Lavinia,

Cherished daughter to the Andronicii,

Broke upon the harsh wheel of vengeance

‘Tween Father and Warrior Queen.

Bereft of voice, of hands, of agency,

Yet strong of heart and mind and soul!

 

Comes now a film, music imbued, lyrically rapturous,

Gently filmed with movement,

Allegoried full flesh and teased in meaning,

Yet effective, and moving, and impossible to un-see.

 

This is not Shakespeare’s Lavinia, but Dinkova’s,

That self-same Elizabeth Dinkova of Bulgaria,

Who two short years past gave us a Seagull

That was not Chekhov’s Seagull, but Dinkova’s.

 

Iconoclastic but never obscure,

Visionary, but never opaque,

Moving, but never maudlin,

Hers is a talent and an agency

That I find compellingly brilliant,

Breathtakingly audacious,

Appealing more to head than heart,

Yet still leaving heart shattered

And forever changed.

 

In breathless style, rhythms synched with music,

Filled with imagery and composition

That remains reminiscent of

Super-8 Film Classes of 1974,

TiT brings us a Lavinia,

Voicelessly screaming her “I am”

To an unhearing Patriarchy,

To an autocratic post-apocalypse,

To an uncaring ethos that would rather bow to power.

 

We are spared the death of Bass,

Who surrogates for all the voice-less.

We are spared the vengeance of Titus,

Which never did anything for his daughter.

And we are left with a Lavinia,

Who, though still the ultimate victim,

Stalwartly faces her future

That may or may not

Bring with it a return of

Agency.

 

Shakespeare has Titus kill his daughter

Then equivocate:

 

Not I; 'twas Chiron and Demetrius:
They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue;
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.

 

But it was Andronicus who cuts her throat,

Stilling forever her agency,

Stilling forever any voice she may have found

Even in her wretched state.

 

For it is a truth universally recognized

That a tyrant in want of support,

Would prefer the silence of women

To their pointed and verifiable

Truths.

 

TiT is a film filled with ideas and poetry,

Written by Ms. Dinkova collaborating with

Jesse Rasmussen and her remarkable cast of actors:

 

Marium Khalid, Parris Sarter, and Patrick McColery,

Eugene H Russell IV and Chris Harding,

Markell Williams and Nicolette Emanuelle,

And Herself as Tamora’s own doomed daughter.

 

Collaborating with her remarkable team of composers:

 

Eugene H. Russell IV and Nicolette Emanuelle, and Ellen Warkentine

 

And especially collaborating with the remarkable Barrett Doyle,’

Designer, Photographer, Editor.

 

TiT is the vision of them all.

And merits a place of honor

In the pantheon of Covid-Necessitated

On-screen Artistry.

 

     -- Brad Rudy (BKRudy@aol.com   @bk_rudy    #TiT  #7Stages  #HomeBrew)

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