Review: Famous Puppet Death Scenes by The Old Trout Puppet Workshop

Magnetic North Theatre Festival 2007 in Ottawa Presents

Famous Puppet Death Scenes by The Old Trout Puppet Workshop, Calgary Alberta

Created and Conceived by The Old Trout Puppet Workshop & Friends: Peter Balkwill, Don Brinsmead, Mitchell Craib, Pityu Kendres, Bobby Hall, Judd Palmer, Stephen Pearce, and Tim Sutherland

Directed by Tim Sutherland

Featuring
Peter Balkwill
Mitchell Craib
Pityu Kendres
Judd Palmer

Production
Technical Direction: Bobby Hall
Costumes: Jen Gareau and Sarah Malik
Lighting Design and Production Stage management: Cimmeron Meyer
Sound Design: Mike Rinaldi
Producer: Grant Burns
Trout Administrator: Norma Lock
Additional Production: Mercedes Batiz-Benet, Marilyn Palmer, Dawn Bryan, Jimmy Davidge & Don Brinsmead

Running Time: 85 minutes, no Intermission
Production viewed: June 10, 3 pm Academic hall, University of Ottawa.

My acquaintance with Puppetry is very limited: I have worked hand puppets for my kids, I have watched some puppetry, mainly on TV, and I studied mask making and performing almost forty years ago. But I think that many of the principles of entertaining and moving an audience are the same whether the cast is live and manipulated by a director, or artiface, and articulated by puppeteers.

The title and the publicity colour stills really intrigued me. I thought this has to be a terrific show, and well worth traveling an hour and a half each way for the anticipated sixty-five minutes of the production. Generally speaking, it was worthwhile.

Most of the sketches were funny ironic humour, with clever puppets of various kinds, ingeniously used in combination with music and voices. Occasionally, we saw the puppeteers, as the style demanded. The sets were sometimes quite elaborate.

If I have one negative comment it is that occasionally, the sketch was a serious look at the subject, and here, the pace slowed so significantly that the show apparently ran twenty minutes long. I have been complaining this year about how short most of the performances were; yet in this case, I have to say that this show was certainly twenty minutes too long. I think that if most of the significant pauses had been omitted or significantly shortened, the show would have had more impact. As it was, some of the serious sketches just didn’t come off.

I am glad I saw it, as it was, for the most part, clever and entertaining. It just should not take itself too seriously, because one has to identify with a character to feel pathos, and it is not easy to establish identification with a puppet in the midst of puppet comedy.

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house haircut

Every year about June
his house needs a haircut:
Boston Ivy, which covers
two sides of old red brick,

starts to encroach on roof,
making eaves disappear
more or less the way ears
hide in an unshorn head.

For years he had dragged
the old aluminum ladder
out of its hidey hole
and leaned its extended

length up into the realm
of Jack’s beanstalk’s top
in the clouds while his wife
stood anxiously ready to catch

any falling objects: leaves,
bits of vine, or him, as they
fell to earth. Vine tonsorialism
not being strongly developed skill

on his side of the family,
they decided, after his
threescore and tenth
birthday, the aquire

a  shiny new hi tech
ladder that practically
cuts vines and harvests
golden eggs and harps

on its own. So if you see
a wonderfully shorn
red brick home on your
way to the palace . . . .

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Attack of the Rhubarb

At first there were mutterings
as a few leaves gathered outside
the windows near the garden.

Not anticipating any trouble
we retired shortly after sunset
just as the first bats were about.

We were awakened shortly
after sunrise as the early birds
were returning to their nestlings.

It was my wife who shook me:
“I think the rhubarb are attacking,”
“Don’t be silly: rhubarb don’t attack.”

They were straining to breach
the windows, as far as the eye
could see, a maze of huge leaves.

Clamoring and thumping against
the window. They never said
what they wanted, but— what’s that?

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