Bind A Tired “Death of a Salesman” Vancouver Playhouse Theatre Company By Julia Siedlanowska feel weary giving anything but praise to a show directed by John Cooper, the three time Jessie Richardson Theatre Award winner for directing; especially after Douglas College had the privilege of his direction in last semester’s production of Lanford Wilson’s “The Rimers of Eldritch.” But... After seeing last night’s performance of Arthur Miller’s iconic American play “Death of a Salesman,” for the Vancouver Playhouse Theatre Company, I wasn’t exactly swept off my feet. The story is one that hits home for so many ambitious people who, with big dreams and big hearts, are working to pay off their mortgage for most of their adult life. The protagonist, Willy Loman, lives out his dream of finding success on the basis of personality, or being “well liked,” but not his reality—and ultimately kills himself for it. Tom McBeath’s portrayal of Willy’s desperate sixty-three year old salesman’ is fully crafted to show all the haunted regrets of a man who, in his fading hope © still refuses to alter what he takes as the ultimate truth—the American Dream. Biff Loman’s own struggle to get out of the web of lies and illusions that his father has swept about him since birth, ends with his acceptance of the reality that he is “nothing special.” After years of being the golden boy in high school, and full of so much promise for the future, Willy’s flashbacks bring us to the moment where Biff (played by Bob 8 Frazer) discovers that his idolized father is having an affair, and we see the moment his illusions of reality are shattered. His father however, is unable to accept this, and many other failures, and leaves his wife Linda (Donna Belleville) to end up at his funeral with the last mortgage payment made on the house, but nobody to come home to. The characters were all relatable, the performances all calculated, but something in the actor’s presence was missing. The ensemble definitely warmed up towards the end of the second act, but I never felt truly connected to their emotional journey. Unfortunately, the climactic scene where Willy kills himself and Linda watches from the window of their bedroom as he crashes the car ended up looking a little melodramatic. The “Nooooo!” as she watched the accident, unfortunately, didn’t hit the spot for me. The performances seenied tired. Something of the magic of imitated reality was not there. Perhaps it was the soundscape that threw me off. The loud and unbalanced sounds of the engine starting, and the sounds of the crash over the speakers was simply too unrealistic. It was so obviously played over speakers that it pulled me completely out of the illusion. The loud sound of a happy flute song played whenever Willy succumbed to his illusions (which was quite often) was a little “hit you over the head.” A very worthy play to see, but I know I’ll_ be looking out for other productions for comparison. The man with no shame And his name is ‘Rango’ Angela Espinoza Arts Reviewer few days ago, I watched a 2010 As with Jerry Rees, the irector and co-writer of the animated cult classic, The Brave Little Toaster (1987). There’s a moment where Rees explains that at the time, he and his production team were often criticized for believing an animated feature could ever be taken seriously; that was twenty- six years ago: Today—myself nearly twenty and having just seen Rango—I’m reminded again as to why I’m fairly hostile towards the majority of modern live-action works. Performing a scene of stereotypical drama, self-proclaimed thespian Rango (Johnny Depp), a chameleon, discusses the concept of acting as a form of existentialism. After hitting Roadkill (Alfred Molina), an armadillo that serves as Rango’s recurring guide, Rango is literally hurled from his sad life as a tank-dweller into the lively Mojave Desert. Here he discovers the town of Dirt, inhabited by a mix of desert animals — garbed in classic Western-style clothing. With the town suffering from a recent drought, Rango takes on the role of a » fearless gunslinger in order to instil hope for the townsfolk. His acts of ‘bravery’ result in Dirt’s mayor, Tortoise John (Ned Beatty), to enlist Rango as the new sheriff. With the help of Beans (Isla Fisher), an iguana and love-interest, along with various other Dirt locales, Rango intends to discover the whereabouts of the water supply. First off, Rango is a piece of stunning animation; from elaborate chase sequences to the tiny scales on Rango’s body, Industrial Light & Magic have created a definitive work of art that could give Pixar a run for their money. Several times I actually had to double take because the creatures became so intensely lifelike. You’re easily sucked into this bizarre little world, and the beauty of it is that this was accomplished without the use of ‘Real’ or 3D. As for the story, Rango can easily be summed up as an unconventional would- be tour de force that is unfortunately tied to the idea that it is a ‘kid’s movie’. While kids will definitely enjoy it, about seventy-five per cent of the jokes are going to fly over their heads, with countless film references, word-play, and innuendos just to name a few of the culprits. Rango is simultaneously an homage to Spaghetti Westerns and an exploration of what is necessary to bring ourselves and (ironically) film to their full potential. The story also rises in complexity throughout, building up a number of questions that are seamlessly answered in one brilliant scene. Appropriately enough, Nickelodeon is one of the studios behind Rango. I say this because, despite many of Nick’s original and acclaimed productions (e.g. Rocko’s Modern Life, Angry Beavers, Invader Zim), it’s always felt like the company has held itself back in supposed modesty of the great things it’s accomplished. Rango is yet another victim of just that, suffering occasionally from awkward pacing and lines that feel too lowbrow for the kind of film it should be. Nevertheless, I entered Rango with a sceptical mind and left the theatre ~ enlightened and requiring a second viewing. 4/5 nooo