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Theater Review: “The Pillowman” by Kitchen Dog Theater
by Jerome Weeks 22 Sep 2008

Ian Leson as the lead officer, Michael Federico as the second cop and Lee Trull as Katurian in Kitchen Dog’s The Pillowman The Dallas Morning News review The Fort Worth Star-Telegram review KERA radio story: Expanded online version: It’s hard for a stage drama to be terrifying. Terrifying isn’t just a matter of – gotcha! […]


Ian Leson as the lead officer, Michael Federico as the second cop and Lee Trull as Katurian in Kitchen Dog’s The Pillowman

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It’s hard for a stage drama to be terrifying. Terrifying isn’t just a matter of – gotcha! – jolting an audience with cheap surprises. It’s not gruesome violence, either. Splatter films and TV-drama autopsies have achieved a bacterial level of bloodshed that live theater couldn’t hope to match.

No, by terrifying I mean a truly horrific view of the world, of human life. And that, theater can offer. It’s easy enough to say life is appalling, of course. But when a playwright says it through a powerhouse little drama, a gripping and morbidly funny piece of theater, and when a stage company presents all this with conviction and care — you get Martin McDonagh’s The Pillowman as presented by Kitchen Dog Theater.

We’re in a jail cell in a police state somewhere. A writer named Katurian has been dragged in for interrogation. The sadistic abuse that appears in his stories has been mirrored in several recent child murders. What’s worse, Katurian’s older brother, the one he’s always looked out for, is mentally impaired. And he’s in the jail cell next door — screaming. The police figure they can always torture him into confessing.

Theatergoers know McDonagh for his bitter dramas of Irish realism, like The Beauty Queen of Leenane. Filmgoers may know him for In Bruges, his funny, offbeat, hitman movie, starring Colin Farrell.

The Pillowman is typical of McDonagh’s work in its shock tactics. The play is compelling as just a straight-up, suspenseful, stage thriller. Put a gun to a prisoner’s head, and I don’t know about you, but I’d probably want to see how things turn out.

But it’s more than just suspense. The two cops are like hilarious, David Mamet characters. Their rapid-fire patter is a hostile comedy routine, a comedy routine of beatings and intimidation. At one point, the lead officer tells Katurian that they’re looking forward to his confessing to the murders. His brother is going to be executed, no doubt. But the government really looks forward to executing a writer. Executing a writer sends out a signal.

LESON: “I don’t know what kind of signal it sends out, that’s not really my area. No, I know what kind of signal it sends! It sends out the signal – Don’t. Go. Around. Killing. Little. Kids.”

Pity and terror. Aristotle tells us that drama operates on an audience’s feelings of pity and terror. We identify with the troubles of the characters on stage, we pity them, and we dread what might happen to them — and us. The Pillowman isn’t so much a tragedy as it is an evil folk tale. It’s a folk tale about the sources of artistic creativity, the possibly dark and awful sources. And it’s about the responsibilities of the storyteller. More than that, it sees all our relationships – parent and child, police and suspect – as ones of power and pain.

As the lead cop, Ian Leson has become a master of poker-faced comedy and simmering resentment. He and Lee Trull as Katurian are a superb match, with Trull all pleading eyes and rubbery fear. On the other hand, Michael Federico as the second cop and Cameron Cobb as Katurian’s brother are both too actor-y, although in his defense, Cobb has a particularly tricky (or inconsistently written) role to pull off: At convenient moments, McDonagh has the mentally damaged brother suddenly pop off with sharp-minded insights, sharply expressed.

The Pillowman opens Kitchen Dog’s 18th season in bold fashion. From Bryan Wofford’s metal set (it’s like a submarine bulkhead) to Heath Gage’s wistful music, the production has been smartly directed by Jonathan Taylor and Christina Vela. Their one serious oversight is in staging Katurian’s stories as comical little children’s shows with any violence done up cartoon-style. No, the senseless viciousness here — as we learn — is the senseless viciousness that triggers everything else in the play, and the directors missed a real opportunity to ratchet up the horror.

That’s right. My only real reservation about Kitchen Dog’s The Pillowman is … that it should be even more terrifying.

  • Very nice review. My wife and I saw this yesterday. I found myself feeling uncomfortable when I laughed at the Mametesque (loved the line about ‘something esque.. more like Kafka I think they had in mind though) dialog, given the disturbing ideas and themes.

    I couldn’t help thinking about the notion of torture, the hooded figure suggested Abu Gharib to me. The menace of a totalitarian state reminded me in equal parts of Brazil or one of Havel’s plays.

    I know what you mean about the dialog about Katurian’s brother. I was bothered by that. He seemed awfully clever. I did love the tenderness of the two brothers interaction.

  • Yes, clearly, Kafka is more or less the basic premise here: confused but guilt-ridden man dragged in for an unspecified crime in an unnamed country (even the name “Katurian” suggests Kafka or at least Eastern European), I didn’t mention Kafka because, in a radio review, dropping too many names gets confusing (“a little like Kakfa as done by David Mamet or Harold Pinter after reading the grimmer of the Grimms Brothers’ fairy tales but with some of the eerie storytelling vs. reality games of Borges”).

    What’s really Mamet-like, though, is the hyper-masculine punchy dialogue, especially around the theme of betrayal. Amid all my descriptions of terror and awfulness, I also wanted to emphasize the humor of the play — hence, Mamet.

    Thanks for writing.