Daring drama asks ‘What would you die for?’

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Theatre at its core best should provoke, push those that witness it out of cosy cocoons of expectation, and challenge preconceived notions and assumptions, all within the construct of engaging storytelling.

It should also inspire with the power of possibility, harnessing the art form itself to shake up the status quo, whether onstage or off.

Theatre Projects Manitoba’s daring season-opener, O.G.I. (The Only Good Indian), checked all those boxes and more during Saturday’s matinee, held at the intimate Colin Jackson Studio Theatre, with its third performance of an 11-show run featuring Winnipeg actor/playwright/director Debbie Patterson.

There are actually five “different” plays in this experimental production, co-created in 2017 by Toronto’s Pandemic Theatre founders Jivesh Parasram and Tom Arthur Davis and titled after the infamous quote by former prime minister Sir John A. Macdonald (among others).

Five actors, including Parasram and Davis, as well as three local thespians — Patterson, Eric Plamondon and Hazel Venzon — take turns throughout the run to strap on a suicide vest and ask audience members to enter into the radicalized headspace of a suicide bomber.

Each actor delivers a unique penned, semi-autobiographical monologue (the program notes state these are fictionalized characters) that is equal parts drama, meditation and TED Talk, exploring topical issues of colonization and occupation (mostly) as settlers on Turtle Island.

Only Métis actor Plamondon, who performed at Saturdays’s evening performance, received carte blanche to reinvent the project in whichever way he wished, as O.G.I.’s inaugural Indigenous performer.

Common script elements written by Parasram and Davis are interwoven throughout each performance, adding cohesive narrative glue while thematically knitting the entire production together, as audience members are confronted with the existential question: “What would you die for?”

Patterson, a pillar of Winnipeg’s theatre community and the founder of Sick & Twisted Theatre, shares her own experience as a disabled person living with multiple sclerosis, typically perceived as “an other” in a well-intentioned though often still pitying society of ablest do-gooders.

She immediately eschews such micro-aggressive monikers as “differently abled” and “person with a disability” as she spins about the stage in her wheelchair, making one question one’s own terms of reference.

Lighting a candle — evoking votive candles traditionally lit in Catholicism as a prayer of intention, call for saintly intercession or remembrance of the dead — at the top of the show infuses a sense of ritual or private confessional. A series of slide projections of scene/chapter titles, including “Hate Crimes” and “Suicide Me,” include photographic images that add further visual punch.

Patterson draws on her decades of stagecraft to deliver a well paced, compelling narrative, wisely laced with the sugar of humour and wit to make the medicine — harder-hitting questions about societal biases and inter-generational trauma — more palatable.

She’s also unflinching in talking about “performative femininity,” and delivers insights about the sex lives of the disabled, including her own.

Her no-holds-barred delivery recalls the actor’s prior original plays Sargent & Victor & Me (2014) and How it Ends (2019), using prose that’s both vernacular and poetic, with strategically placed F-bombs.

Several sections shudder with truth, including Patterson’s analysis of societal norms and reactions to the disabled, often viewed as “in the way,” as a medical emergency, or even as self-inflating opportunities “to do a good deed for the cripple.”

One can’t help but cheer when the actor, frequently asked by strangers how they can help, resolutely assures us that she’s “killing it.”

Patterson also reveals stories of her Indigenous ancestors, including Anne, her great-great-great grandmother. We hear about her mother’s best friend growing up, Betty, a “chubby, Indigenous girl who could play Bach like an angel,” who was scooped up as a young girl from her northern community and sexually abused by her adoptive father, a minister.

A section about the destructive forces of organized religion, and especially the “occupation” of Christianity that historically attempted to “kill the Indian” during one of Canada’s darkest chapters, extensively detailed by the Truth and Reconciliation Commission in its 2015 report, is delivered with missionary zeal, potentially making some audience members squirm (not necessarily a bad thing).

More circling back to O.G.I.’s theme of colonization/occupation would be welcome, as would more harrowing references to her strapped-on bomb, ticking closer toward oblivion. However, Patterson’s recollections of growing up as the child of a sexual predator are powerful.

Act II of this experimental work invites audience members to an onstage, long-table discussion akin to a dinner party (and yes, there are snacks). It speaks to TPM’s intrepid audiences that 14 people, including Patterson and artistic director Suzie Martin, pulled up a chair to take part in a discussion based on a prompt moderated by Parasram and Davis.

Thus the audience becomes subsumed into the fabric of the play as first-person participants in its own drama(s), extending the conversation further, in lieu of a typical, Q&A interactive discussion.

Without wholly committed actors/playwrights, this highly reflective play, which comes with a content warning, could fall flat or be overly didactic. Its unapologetic, politically charged title, somewhat blunted by its acronym, also might turn off those with more sensitive proclivities.

However this is theatre, and Patterson’s fierce conviction creates a riveting, two-hour (including intermission) ride into the stratum of what it means to be “othered,” stirring the pot of complacency while forcing audience members to examine their own potential prejudice.

holly.harris@shaw.ca