Reviewed by: Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre Holly Hill Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre. Cairo, Egypt. 1–11 September 1997. Click for larger view View full resolution Figure 1. Mary Salem and Rainsford in Chapel of Change’s The Descent, directed by Rainsford. IX Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre. Photo uncredited. Click for larger view View full resolution Figure 2. Cast members of the Rebellious Theater of Cairo’s A Journey, directed by Hany Ghanem. IX Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre. Photo uncredited. Click for larger view View full resolution Figure 3. The Grandmother in Intisar Abdel-Fattah’s A Hymn, directed by Abdel-Fettah. IX Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre. Photo uncredited. Click for larger view View full resolution Figure 4. Aegisthus and Clytaemnestra in the Spring Theater of Athens’s production of Atrides, adapted from texts by Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides by K.H. Myris, directed by Yiannis Margaritis. IX Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre. Photo uncredited. Click for larger view View full resolution Figure 5. Clytemnestra (Chrisanthi Douzi) in the Spring Theatre of Athens’s production of Atrides, adapted from Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides by K.H. Myris, directed by Yiannis Margaritis. IX Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre. Photo uncredited. Few international capitals are more theatrical than Cairo, with its mixture of modern people, ancient landmarks, bustling markets, and daredevil traffic woven around the silvery ribbon of the Nile. The IX Cairo International Festival for Experimental Theatre skillfully integrated city, theatrical venues, and sixty-six presentations from thirty-eight countries and five continents to create an electrifying atmosphere. On a given night, a guest of the festival might journey from the Khan el Khalili bazaar area, where productions from Bulgaria and Egypt were mounted in a partially restored medieval merchants’ hostel, to more centrally located stages to see performances from Kuwait or Britain at the National Theatre, then on to the Puppet Theatre to squirm in its child-size bucket seats during a play from Cameroon or a coproduction from Spain and Venezuela, then across the Nile to see Australians or Egyptians on the main stage of the sumptuous modern Opera House, and finally to the Sound and Light Theatre at Giza for productions from Greece and Japan. The program consisted of thirty-four official shows as well as a large number of fringe entries. Added to these were two days of symposia on this year’s Festival theme of Feminist Theatre, with one day devoted to Experimentation on Dramatic forms in Women’s/Feminist Writing and the next to Experimental Trends in Performance and Systems of Work in Women’s/Feminist Theatre Troupes. Yet amid all the ebulliance, some sour notes intruded: a third day of panels on the heritage and future of Arabic theatre featured only male speakers, and not one play in the entire Festival was written or directed by a woman. In a supposed tribute to feminist theatre, women artists and scholars were still sent the age-old message to be glad that they were recognized at all, but to let men get on with the real work and reap the rewards. The Festival opened at the Opera House with The Descent, an exemplary experimental performance by Australia’s Chapel of Change. Without dialogue, the scenario was created, directed, and performed by Rainsford, in collaboration with actress/dancer Mary Salem. Her long dark ringlets falling onto the spangled bodice of a belly-dance-like costume, Salem played with liquid grace a young widow crazed with grief, slowly renewing her commitment to life through a series of rituals led by the priestly character of Rainsford. Image by image, a sense of sanctity was built in a setting covered with fine salt and hung with gauzy white drapes: Rainsford sculpted by light in a pose suggesting Christ in the Pietà; Salem inside a cocoon as Rainsford meticulously swept the white salt into clouds and circles suggesting anything from the dust of eternity to making a clean sweep of life’s inessentials; Salem gradually shedding her colorful costume for the white robes of an acolyte; and finally a sequence where the actors played with a golden ball before finally...
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