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               cast & crew  photos  reviews  reservations  "God's Plot": 
              Shotgun Theatre Finds Truth at the Birth of the American Stage  History 
              has preserved no copy of the script of Ye Bare and Ye Cubb, 
              the first play written and performed in America by English colonists, 
              but thanks to recent scholarship by Marin Shakespeare Company's 
              Joel Eis we know that the circumstances of that show — written 
              and performed in a Virginia tavern in 1665 — make for a great 
              story themselves.
 Now writer/director Mark Jackson has made that story into a play 
              of its own. God's Plot, at Shotgun Players, does include 
              an educated (and exaggerated) guess of what Ye Bare and Ye Cubb 
              might have been like. (Burgundy yarn as bear intestines features 
              prominently.) But for Jackson, the play-within-a-play is only interesting 
              inasmuch as it helps paint a rich portrait of the small colonial 
              town that gave rise to it.
 As with most colonial controversies, 
              Ye Bare and Ye Cubb concerned economics. The powers that 
              be in London were purchasing tobacco from Virginia farmers at prices 
              so artificially low that the colonists were losing property that 
              they had bought on credit — "40,000 souls impoverished 
              to 40 London merchants," as Jackson's characters put it. (In 
              case you're starting to see a parallel, the farmers, in mathematical 
              terms, are the 99.9 percent.) Once grousing in the town 
              pub gets nowhere, a few of the residents elect to mount a play, 
              pitting a cub against a bear to represent the farmer against the 
              merchant. Though the town loves the spectacle, local authorities 
              must try the fledgling troupe in court both for performing the play 
              on the Sabbath and for publicly speaking out against the king. There's no small part in God's 
              Plot. Each of Jackson's 10 characters, played by a compelling 
              cast, is complex, full of foibles and desires and that uniquely 
              American habit of constant self-justifying. And each has a different 
              stake in Ye Bare and Ye Cubb. Thomas Fowkes (a quietly 
              forceful Daniel Bruno), the affable but restrained bartender, and 
              Edward Martin (John Mercer), a dyspeptic indentured servant, risk 
              getting outed as Quakers, another blasphemy. Edmond Pore (Kevin 
              Clarke), the judge, and his wife, Constance (a splendidly robotic 
              Fontana Butterfield), risk losing a promotion to the more sophisticated 
              Jamestown should Edmond not mete out justice with the rigid hand 
              his superiors demand. And the ever-chipper Daniel Prichard (Joe 
              Salazar), better known as "the practical carpenter," risks 
              nothing, but in so doing risks getting left behind by the object 
              of his desire: a young girl named Tryal Pore (Juliana Lustenader). If the play has any center, 
              it's Tryal. Lustenader seems to worm her way into every scene, and 
              she sings narration (in styles ranging from country ballad to jazzy 
              torch song to musical-theater showstopper, all written by Daveen 
              DiGiacomo, and performed by Travis Kindred on the upright bass and 
              Josh Pollock on the banjo). The one place she can't thrust herself 
              into, however, is the heart of the local playwright, William Darby 
              (a charismatic but untouchable Carl Holvick-Thomas). It's a bold and effective 
              choice by Jackson to frame the play through the perspective of Tryal, 
              precisely the kind of person history tends to leave out. When she 
              calls out her parents, the judge and his wife, for pretending to 
              be religious in public, or castigates her lover for failing to treat 
              her in accordance with his lofty ideals, she does so with all the 
              righteous force of an underdog giving history's fat cats their long-due 
              comeuppance. Her character also helps a production of Ye Bare 
              and Ye Cubb seem plausible. Prior to that first play, public 
              confessions by young women like her, which in this telling are scripted 
              down to syllabic emphasis points, were the best entertainment available. 
              The public already had a tasted for theater, so long as it wasn't 
              too far off from watching a woman's body writhe in religious ecstasy. Nina Ball's set of unadorned 
              medium wood, which with Jackson's brisk and clever staging passes 
              for everything from a period church and a courtroom to a barn and 
              a tavern, conveys how little this society separated different spheres 
              of life, how monolithic the culture was, how theater and religion 
              really could be "staged" the same way. And her choice 
              to seat some of the audience onstage helps drive home one of the 
              play's most important, if occasionally hokey, messages: Fascinating 
              as Ye Bare and Ye Cubb is, it's how the audience chose 
              to react to it that's most important — and we are the descendants 
              of that first American audience. |