Superfluities Redux

by George Hunka
Artistic director, theatre minima

A Theatre Surrounds a City:
Vienna's Burgtheater


Monday, 15 December 2008

Otherwise Engaged

An audience turning from its theatre, or a theatre from its audience?
(Phylicia Rashad in a scene from Lincoln Center Theater's
production of Bernarda Alba. Photo by Paul Kolnik
on the cover of All America's a Stage)

I've not been getting to the theatre much these days, and a new report from the National Endowment for the Arts indicates that I'm not alone.

In the New York Times today, Patrick Healy reports on a new study from the NEA that indicates an "overall nationwide decline in audiences for nonmusical theatre":

High ticket prices do not appear to be the primary factor, according to the report by the National Endowment for the Arts that is being released on Monday. Instead the Cassandras who have been fretting over the future of Americans' dramatic appetites seem to have a point; there are more straight plays than demand for them, endowment officials said.

Since 1992 the number of people attending such plays in the United States has fallen to 21 million in 2008 from 25 million.

This despite a 100% increase in the number of theatres around the country since 1990, many of these in "states with relatively small populations that have historically had modest numbers of theaters."

There is much talk about the so-called human "need" for theatre generically, for experiencing "stories" as part of a massed community; someone is not telling these communities about this need, apparently. Of course, it may well be that audiences are finding this experience elsewhere than in theatres: at music concerts (and musicals, which have not experienced the same steep dropoff in attendance as straight plays), sporting events, political rallies, films. Perhaps the spectators are finding that theatrical experiences as created by most theatre artists do not speak truly to their condition or their lives. There is no truth there; only lies.

Once the theatre offers audiences the respect, consideration and experience that they can't find in any other aesthetic form, perhaps they will return. The dark experience of tragedy, a form which has long been considered by many an irrelevance to contemporary human experience, has been precisely what has been missing, and no wonder; its death was reported by George Steiner as long ago as 1961. Critics and artistic directors find it uncomfortable and impossible to market within the current ideology of youth, innocence, hope and vague change. (The Soho Rep's recent production of Blasted succeeded in spite of, rather than because of, the current theatrical Ideology of Marketed Entertainment, critics and artistic directors both the handmaidens of that ideology. It was necessary to its audience.) The lessons of tragedy are unfathomable in the age of the post-show discussion, which seeks if not closure at the very least comfort: tragedy provides neither. The tragic consciousness is necessary to a fully cognizant vision of this world, not theatre itself. But where is the fun in that? And no one wants their fun to be taken away.

Contemporary straight theatre has dissolved into the trivial. Audiences know this; while the NEA's meaninglessly-titled study All America's a Stage (available in full in .pdf form here; if all America's a stage, why do we need any others?) does not come out and say it (for it would constitute a slap in the face to the contemporary theatre as well as those who create it), the shrinking audience is symptomatic of the sickness of the American theatre, not the cause of that sickness. It is the result of a dying imagination.

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