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LOS HIJOS DE KENNEDY

LOS HIJOS DE KENNEDY

Título original:
Kennedy's Children
Autor:
Robert Patrick
Director:
Josep Maria Pou
Estreno:

El 26 de septiembre de 2013 en el Teatro Arriaga de Bilbao.

El 10 de octubre de 2013 en el Teatro Alcázar-Cofidis de Madrid.

Sobre el espectáculo

Producción:
Trasgo Producciones y Focus
Traducción:
Josep Maria Pou
Adaptación:
Josep Maria Pou
Escenografía:
Ana Garay (Audiovisuales de Alvaro Luna)
Vesturario:
Ana Garay
Iluminación:
Juanjo Llorens
Caracterización:
María García, Amparo Sánchez.
Sonido:
Isabel Montero (Espacio sonoro)
Intérpretes:

Emma Suárez (Wanda)
Fernando Cayo (Sparger)
Ariadna Gil (Rona)
Alex García (Mark)
Maribel Verdú (Carla)

Premios:

Fernando Cayo, Premio "Meliá Recoletos" 2.014 (Mejor Interpretación Masculina) de la Asociación de Amigos del Teatro de Valladolid.


Sobre la obra

Cinco personas en un bar.

O cinco personas solas, una a una, en cinco bares distintos.

Cinco hijos de su tiempo.

Cinco "hijos" de la era Kennedy.

Y los cinco viviendo -reviviendo-, a golpe de recuerdo y trago largo, lo que ha sido y no ha sido de sus vidas y del tiempo que les tocó vivir.

¿Cualquiera tiempo pasado fue mejor?

Los cinco, desde el escenario, tienden una mano al espectador y le invitan a un viaje en el tiempo: la década de los 60 (del siglo ya pasado), cuando todo estaba por hacer y todo era posible.

La década de los jóvenes, de los derechos de la mujer, del Poder Negro, el movimiento gay y la contracultura; la de la guerra del Vietnam, los misiles nucleares y el bloqueo de Cuba; la del movimiento hippie, el muro de Berlín, el mayo francés, la píldora anticonceptiva y el "Haz el amor, no la guerra".

La década de la bohemia y la disidencia.

La década del amor libre, la psicodelia y el pacifismo a ritmo de marihuana.

La década musical por excelencia. La década de los Beatles, la de Janis Joplin y Jimi Hendrix, la de Bob Dylan y Joan Baez, la de Woodstock 69, "Hair" y  "All you need is love".

La década de Martin Luther King, el Che Guevara, Neil Armstrong y Marilyn Monroe.

La decada de John F. Kennedy.

Del asesinato de John F. Kennedy.

Un 22 de noviembre de 1.963.

Hace ahora 50 años.

Hoy el mundo es otro.

Y nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

¿O sí?


Sobre el autor

Robert Patrick EEUU, 1.937

Robert Patrick es autor de teatro y homosexual. Es también poeta, letrista de canciones, escritor de cuentos y novelista.

De familia trabajadora, sus padres se mudaban muy a menudo en busca de trabajo, por lo que nunca fue a la escuela de manera continuada. Las únicas constantes culturales en su vida eran los libros, las películas y la radio. Conoció el teatro, de manera esporádica, en alguna escuela, y se enamoró definitivamente de los escenarios mientras trabajaba de lavaplatos en el teatro de Kennebunkport (Maine).

En uno de sus primeros viajes a Nueva York, en 1.961, descubre casualmente el Caffe Cino, el primer teatro underground del Off Off-Broadway y se queda allí, trabajando de manera gratuita en cualquier cometido, mientras observa y participa en la producción de docenas de obras de teatro. Después de haber escrito algo de poesía, en 1964 escribe su primera obra de teatro, "The Haunted Host". Fue un éxito. A partir de entonces la dramaturgia se convierte en su actividad  principal y hoy es  autor de más de 60 obras estrenadas y publicadas.

Durante la década de 1960, Patrick fue un auténtico pionero en el teatro Off-Off-Broadway y el movimiento de teatro gay, con más de 300 producciones de sus obras durante esta década, solo en la ciudad de Nueva York. En 1972, Samuel French, editorial de textos teatrales y gestora de derechos de representación, calificó a Robert Patrick como el "dramaturgo más representado en Nueva York".

En 1973,  Kennedy's Children de Patrick se estrenó de manera modesta y casi anónima en la trastienda de un pub de Londres. El éxito la llevó al West End y de inmediato se hicieron nuevas producciones por todo el mundo. En 1.975 se estrenó en Madrid. Patrick viajó mucho, desde Anchorage a Ciudad del Cabo, para ver los distintos montajes de la obra.

Hola, Bob, un relato de las experiencias obtenidas por el propio Patrick con la producción de Kennedy's Children fue la última obra que él dirigió antes de dejar la ciudad de Nueva York.

Robert Patrick ha escrito también guiones para cine y televisión, y ha aparecido en los documentales, Resident Alien (1990) (con Quentin Crisp) y Wrangler: Anatomy of an Icon (2008).

Recientemente, ha escrito y publicado sus memorias, Film Moi or Narcissus in the Dark .

Se retiró en 1990, y vive en Los Ángeles desde 1993.


Talking with Kennedy's Children playwright Robert Patrick

Posted in Unscripted blog by John Beer on Nov 8, 2010 at 1:51pm

New York's Caffe Cino launched a theatrical revolution in the early '60s when it gave birth to the Off-Off Broadway movement. One of its resident playwrights was the prolific Robert Patrick. His play Kennedy's Children, which examines the legacy of the '60s in a series of interlinked monologues, became a smash hit in its mid-'70s London run. Promethean Theatre Ensemble is currently reviving the play in Chicago. I spoke to Patrick by phone at his Los Angeles home on November 1, the day before Election Day.

Let's start by talking about how Kennedy's Children has fared in Chicago.

The show was first done in Chicago with Shelley Winters's company [at the Studebaker Theatre in 1976; the production also featured Farley Granger] and she told the cast that they could improvise and it was a nightmare. It pretty much wrecked my reputation. I had been working for a year with a company called At the Drama Shelter. I had built a pretty good reputation in Chicago and Shelley Winters ruined it. Besides ruining my American career, if I had one, she ruined it.

Did you know that she was planning to improvise?

I found out about it opening night. And I threatened to sue the producer who had allowed it. He threatened to sue Shelley. And Shelley skipped the country. I'm not kidding. It was a fiasco, it was fun. But that's enough of that.

Come to think of it, I haven't had great luck in Chicago. A fellow did a recent play of mine in Chicago a couple of years ago, and the reviews were bizarre. I finally found out why when he finally gave in and sent me a DVD of the show. He had done the first act as a staged reading, the second act on TV, and only in the third act did the actors come on and act the play. And when I chastised him for this, he said, "But we didn't change a word."

As I understand it, you've retired from playwriting?

I left theater in 1990. Frankly, I was killing myself, doing play after play after play after play. I sometimes had three or four going at once in New York. After a while, because I was so poor, the only way I had a home was to sleep in the lighting booth of whatever theater was doing my plays. I was the most produced playwright in New York and I was sleeping in the lighting booth. (It must be really early in the morning for me to be telling you all this.)

Finally, in October of 1990, I was carrying a sofa on my back to LaMama for a show, and it started raining. The sofa got wet and it got heavier and heavier. I was practically on all fours by the time I got into the theater. I just lay down on the stage with the sofa on top of me, and an actress named Carol Nelson came in to rehearse. She lifted the sofa so I could get out and gave me coffee, and said, "Bob, I've been meaning to ask you for years. I do this because it keeps me from feeling like just an office worker, and I get to wear pretty clothes, and people applaud me. Why do you do it?" And for the first time I had no answer. That was my last show in New York. I left New York, because why be there if I wasn't doing theater?

Do you miss it?

I was already missing the New York that I grew up in. Off-Off Broadway, which to me was New York, had changed a great deal. My New York was gone, and I left, I came out here and got a job reviewing pornographic movies, which is what I do for a living now. Right now I'm trying to choose whether to review next one called Kennel Master or one called Torrid Twinks. I usually resort to alphabetic order to decide. I can't imagine that you're going to use this.

What changed about Off-Off Broadway?

Off-Off Broadway was done in places that made their living in other ways: churches, coffeehouses, art galleries, bars-and so they didn't have to charge admission; in fact they couldn't charge admission. And therefore they didn't have to do popular work. And so for the first time in history theater moved into the modern era, like when the Impressionists started painting as they wanted to in Paris. It was the greatest time in the world to be in theater. It produced great playwrights-Lanford Wilson, Sam Shepard, John Guare, Tom Eyen who did Dreamgirls, and on and on.

Then basically grants came in and it attracted a whole new breed of people who were in it for the money. I no longer recognized it. We attracted people who were out for careers. That's why I worked with At the Drama Shelter; they were wonderful people who had the original spirit.

You know, all small theaters like the Promethean, whether they know it or not, spring from the loins of Joe Cino who gave us the floor of his café to do whatever we had to do on it, and created the very idea of theater as an art form. The Promethean and thousands of theaters around the world owe their existence to him.

Sam Shepard, by the way, will be in town this week to accept an award from the Chicago Tribune.

If you meet Sam Shepard while he's there, will you please tell him to call me?!  I keep a 74-page archive of pictures from the Caffe Cino online, and Sam did a play at the Cino and was very much around there. He has become such a great big movie star now that he's impossible to reach. So slap Sam's hand for me and tell him, Call Bob; he wants you to say something about the Cino. Will you do that for me? And also Bernadette Peters and Al Pacino if they come through. I'm afraid they've all become veddy veddy big movie stars. And once they were not.

What inspired Kennedy's Children?

In 1973, I went into a bar called Phebe's, which was called the Sardi's of Off-Off Broadway.

It's still in the East Village now.

Yes, but now it's a sports bar with TV sets all over it. I went in to put up a poster for a show in the afternoon. And after I put up the poster, I looked around and, it was not very inhabited in the afternoon, but there were three or four people that I knew there and they were each sitting distant and apart from each other. And I went over to say hi to them, and to my astonishment got rather curt hellos and they went back to their drinks.

Now it was not our habit to hang around in bars in the afternoon. These were people who had been as energetic, as creative, as dedicated to the theater as I was. So I sat down and had a coke and watched them and I realized, they are having internal monologues, but they're having them each separately. My heart went out to them, but that very selfish part of the dramatist's heart was obviously working and saying there's a play in this somewhere. Then the bartender picked up the remote for a TV on the wall (that was also new, there had never been TV in Phebe's) and started clicking around. The sound was off, but he was just clicking from channel to channel.  And there was a lion eating a gazelle, and then click! a shiny new car and then click! a commercial for toothpaste and click! some people rioting over something and click! a sitcom mother lecturing a child; and it hit me: That's the play. We will just go-we'll be part of one interior monologue and with no pause we click to another and then to another, and then to third, then to the second, then to the fifth, and then back to the first-and that was the play.

It had a pretty dramatic success in London.

An actor who had optioned it kept trying to get someone to do the play and no one would. Finally I got a call from him saying that the play was going to open in a bar in London, and would I come. So I called At the Drama Shelter in Chicago, which I had heard was doing my plays. I was going to threaten to sue them if they didn't give me any money. And they said, Oh, where are you? We have thousands of dollars piled up for you. And they flew me first to Chicago and then to London, where I slept in the storeroom of the theater where they stored coal and potatoes. The people who ran the theater said they didn't expect anything from the play, but they were bankrupt and about to close and they might as well close with a play they liked. Well, the day after opening night I signed contracts for the play to be translated into sixty languages. And I was a mad success d'estime in London and on the Continent and in Africa, in Brazil and Venezuela.  Alas, the play was a great big flop on Broadway.

Why was that, do you think?

The acoustics in the New York theater were so bad that all the staging had to be dropped and the actors just came down center stage and yelled their monologues. What's more, Grease was playing next door and all the choral numbers leaked through. But it's also true that the London critics had chastised the New York critics for having missed me, and it may be that something happened. It may just be playwright's paranoia, but there seemed to be some kind of fix in. However, the play has been tremendously successful since then, and I think this is the fifth or sixth production in Chicago.

Thirty-five years later, how do you think Kennedy's Children speaks to our current situation?

That is a very good question. How is the past ever relevant? The people in the play are presented as artistically, as attractively as I know how to make them. With language, dramatic structure, humor and pathos, but my point is always the people, and I can't see that there is any dating people. I feel that this Republican resurgence, what they call the Tea Party, has nothing to do with politics. It has to do with people who are terribly frightened, because they elected people who damaged the country, perhaps irreparably. And they are feeling stupid and evil. The Tea Party tells them, "You are not stupid and evil," and they rush to it. The political content is utterly irrelevant. The personal, emotional content is why we are very likely to start putting tyrants and fools and thieves back in office tomorrow. So in that sense there's no dating anything; it's all about people. They're all Oedipuses asking oracles "What should I do? How can I be moral? How can I feel good about myself?" Oedipus had to put his eyes out and these people, in order to feel good about themselves, may very well put an end to the Western stage of civilization.