Fur trade women swap sordid tales Characters' gossip focuses on historical figures
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The cheekily subversive vibe of Women of the Fur Trade is set before a character even says a word.
Theatre review
Women of the Fur Trade
Vault Productions
● Dalnavert Museum, 61 Carlton St.
● To Sunday, Dec. 16 ● Sold out
★★★1/2 out of five
The production takes place at Dalnavert Museum, the grand Victorian home on Carlton Avenue that once belonged to Sir Hugh John Macdonald. Hugh was the son of John A. Macdonald, Canada’s first prime minister and the subject of much derision in Frances Koncan’s historical comedy, set in the Red River Colony when the PM was trying to quell the resistance led by Louis Riel.
The house — all done up for Christmas — serves as the setting of an unnamed fort where a trio of women gossip about the prominent figures of the day, throwing considerable shade at John A. Macdonald while sitting in his son’s former parlour.
That winking sense of irony pervades much of the Winnipeg playwright and director’s work, which masks its anger under a humorous veneer.
And make no mistake, Women of the Fur Trade, especially in its first half, is very, very funny.
The year is 18-something-something and the three women — Métis Marie-Angelique (Katie German), Ojibwe Eugenia (Erica Wilson) and white settler Cecilia (Kerri Potter) — are sitting in their rocking chairs in petticoats, talking boys and talking trash.
They try to one-up each other with quotes about the nature of celebrity, tossing out bon mots from Andy Warhol, Virginia Woolf and Tyra Banks, and veering wildly from being BFFs to vowing to unfollow each other on Instagram.
The mix of period language and modern slang is an irreverent way to get at the notion of time’s cyclical nature. The more things change, the more they stay the same; however far we’ve come, the struggles for women’s rights and truth and reconciliation are far from over.
Clutching a woollen doll in a soldier’s regalia, Cecilia is mooning over Thomas Scott — his bangin’ bod, the way he parts his hair slightly to the left, his unique beard-moustache combo all add to the crush she has on the Irish-born Protestant and enemy of the territory’s provisional government.
Marie-Angelique, meanwhile, has it bad for Riel (represented by a pirate doll wearing an eye patch). She dreams of the life she and the passionate politician — who also has a strong facial-hair game — will have once they’re married, looking forward to offering him both children and her unpaid emotional labour.
The no-nonsense Eugenia — a trapper from the north — doesn’t have time for such silly affairs, stating her preference for freedom over a man (though she later weakens and confesses her passion for Gabriel Dumont, the Métis leader and Riel ally).
But the conversation soon gets more serious, as the squabbling of the women reflects modern conflicts among settler, Métis and Indigenous populations. Koncan weaves in notions of lost language, divided loyalties and being trapped in historic roles as impediments to progress.
The three actors work well together, even when their dialogue overlaps. As Cecilia, Potter is a lively presence, so eager to please but unable to see her way out of her privilege. German’s girlish glee is tempered with sadness about her past. Wilson has a stoic reserve, but her lines are sometimes lost to mumbly enunciation.
Women of the Fur Trade — which won first prize in the Toronto Fringe Festival’s New Play Contest — is a work in progress that is being developed into a full-length play, and it does feel somewhat unfinished. Over the course of its short 65-minute running time (no intermission), the tone is uneven.
Metaphors about the women being sequestered in a house with no doors (or doors that keep moving) need to be fleshed out, as do their characters, and the dark ending, while affecting, feels too sudden and unearned.
There’s plenty of promise here, though, and Koncan’s unique vision gives voice to characters we don’t hear enough from, onstage or in history.
jill.wilson@freepress.mb.ca
Twitter: @dedaumier
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Jill Wilson
Senior copy editor
Jill Wilson writes about culture and the culinary arts for the Arts & Life section.
