A bad beginning and a bad end are all that I can think of the play, Dibaratrir Kabya (staged at the Star Theatre on 29 November). It seems the director (Arun Mukhopadhyay) was juggling with something very precious (Manik Bandopadhyay’s story) and dropped it spoiling the show. One had to strain ears to hear the dialogues amidst munching of chips, mobile phone ringing,
It seems the director (Arun Mukhopadhyay) was juggling with something very precious (Manik Bandopadhyay’s story) and dropped it spoiling the show. One had to strain ears to hear the dialogues amidst munching of chips, mobile phone ringing, the creaking of chairs and doors and people interpreting the each scene aloud. The only thing that was good about the play was that while staging it one got to see the real picture of theatre goers of Kolkata, well a majority of them, who had shirked off every bit of self-regulation and respect for the art. And so, the big balloon theatre lover Kolkata went bust. After struggling to concentrate on the play amidst such chaos (the play had to be stopped for 10 minutes in between the performance owing to the disturbance), one finds it a very immature presentation of a play so complex. In fact, the performance couldn’t exactly be called theatre since it kept shuttling between a Jatra (high-strung melodramatic performance) and a tele-serial (with facial expressions so subtle that it could be made out from the place I was sitting). While Heramba and Supriya kept the juggling on, Boudi overacted and Ananda did not act at all.
The only relief was the set design, music, commendable light direction and the Odissi performance seen time to time. Heramba’s dead wife’s ghost walking was another unnecessary redundant element in the play. After four days of wonderful performance at the Odeon, Diabaratrir Kabya was disillusioning. Unable to bear the buffoonery of one of the most loved story by Manik Bandopadhyay, I had to walk out 5 minutes before the play ended and accidentally stomped a man’s feet. When I turned to say sorry I found him snoring. Salaam Kolkata!