Dracula entertains, but is too into own hype
Dracula
(out of 4) Written by Bram Stoker. Adapted by Liz Lochhead. Directed by Eda Holmes. Until Oct. 14 at the Festival Theatre, 10 Queen’s Parade, Niagara-on-the-Lake. ShawFest.com or 905-468-2172.
With a story as ubiquitous as Bram Stoker’s Dracula — the saga that launched the mythology of the vampire we most commonly know today (garlic, mirrors, invitations, etc.) — the lure of a good pun is almost too delicious to resist. Irish dramatist Liz Lochhead certainly allows herself room for a veritable fest of puns as she introduces the audience to the vampire himself in her 1985 stage adaptation of Stoker’s 1897 novel, on now at the Shaw Festival. So forgive us for this obvious line: this production, while slick and stylish and offers an interesting course in tone and content to the Shaw Festival menu, needs more bite.
That introduction to the infamous Dracula that Lochhead dramatizes, played here with hypnotical confidence by Allan Louis, comes about a quarter into this three-hour-long thriller — we’ve already established that Dracula’s visit from young lawyer Jonathan Harker (Ben Sanders) as professional business, but a trip that Harker was warned not to take by his wealthy fiancée Mina (Marla McLean) because of her terrifying dreams.
Mina is already under enough stress, caring for her younger sister Lucy (Cherissa Richards), who suffers from “girlish hysteria” ever since their father died. But Lucy has also recently become engaged to Dr. Arthur Seward (Martin Happer), an older friend of Harker’s who runs a nearby mental hospital, where a particularly troublesome patient named Renfield (Graeme Somerville, a highlight in this challenging role) refuses the hospital’s food to instead live off bugs and birds and warns of the impending arrival of his “Master” who promised him eternal life.
The much-anticipated arrival of Dracula himself into this world is, as decades of Dracula-inspired vampire tales have told us, the charming, resplendent embodiment of repressed deviant desires (especially in Victorian England) — sex, opulence, nocturnal living, even perhaps gluttony.
But with Louis’s Dracula and his penchant for double-entendres that only he (and the audience, of course, which giggled at lines like “It simply won’t turn out,” in reference to a photograph of Dracula) could possibly understand, he’s also a thankful shift in attitude. He’s playful, obviously accustomed to finding amusement in his own unmatched wit, he’s charming, he’s unflinchingly clear in what he desires and he knows he’s going to get it.
On one hand, it’s enjoyable to see Harker out of his element after scenes of him condescending to Mina and Lucy and bragging with Seward over brandy about his professional and sexual exploits. But, more simply, Dracula is just a more interesting, exciting presence on stage than what Lochhead gives us with the rest of the leading characters.
Almost all avenues of horror can be related back to the repression or threat of female sexuality — werewolves, slashers and certainly vampires, with the fangs puncture wounds and the creature’s seductive appeal. And Lochhead’s adaptation places female sexuality front and centre in the Dracula tale. Both Lucy and Mina are desperate for their paramours to take their virginity, but out of honour, trauma, and the free- dom men have to find satisfaction elsewhere, they refuse, which, according to the story, puts them at greater risk of Dracula’s influence.
Lochhead’s parallels between repressed female sexuality, madness, scientific austerity and horror are interesting, if somewhat obvious in 2017. But, even more disappointing, there’s little driving Lucy and Mina beyond their sexual drives. The men, too, are underdeveloped and relatively aimless until united by Seward’s old professor, Van Helsing (Steven Sutcliffe), arrives with the knowledge needed to defeat the vampire. By that time, despite Sutcliffe’s adept performance, the second act is mired in exposition, rapid plot development (and some glaring holes along the way), and a quick, unsatisfying conclusion.
Director Eda Holmes creates a gorgeous, brooding atmosphere, using eerie projections by Cameron Davis to illustrate the magical elements of Dracula’s power, including a mesmerizing, nightmarish sequence in which Dracula chases the protagonists to London.
But most often, this Dracula seems more interested in playing into its own hype — using vampiric images and tropes commonly known from TV and film, which routinely work less effectively in the theatrical form, to try to scare the audience rather than move them.
Honestly, we would have been happier with a few more puns.