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The Blue Dragon, Barbican Theatre

The Blue Dragon, Barbican Theatre

Robert Lepage's stunning collision between East and West

Forked lightning glimpsed through an aeroplane window, a silken dancer spilling stars in a snow-filled sky, a dragon tattoo etched on a man’s back: we’ve grown to expect seductive alchemy of images from the work of Quebecois master of visual theatre Robert Lepage, and in his latest show he doesn’t disappoint.

For all that, The Blue Dragon – which picks up the action of director, writer and actor Lepage’s Eighties breakthrough The Dragons' Trilogy 25 years on, and is co-written with a collaborator on that piece, Marie Michaud – is a comparatively distilled piece for a theatre-maker who typically gives us dizzying multi-strand narratives and a riot of technical wizardry. Yet it is exquisite, and quietly profound: a gorgeous and poignant series of oppositions between East and West, ancient and modern, solitude and connection.
'As usual, Lepage wears his politics lightly, focusing instead on the personal'

6._The_Blue_Dragon_Robert_Lepage_photocredit_Louise_LeblancChinese calligraphy – the writing of language that depicts what it expresses, in its shape on the page as much as in its meaning – runs as a theme through the drama, and is symbolic of the frequent paucity of spoken eloquence to convey true feelings and desires. Fiftysomething Pierre Lamontagne (Lepage himself, pictured right), who in The Dragons’ Trilogy declared his intention to go to China, has here been true to his word, and has opened an art gallery in Shanghai. His own name – which translates from French as Stone Mountain – makes him feel an inadequate successor to his father, a mere pebble to his mighty peak. A foreigner in a country he scarcely understands, and threatened with expropriation in a burgeoning city and ruthlessly expanding economy, the last thing Pierre needs is a visit from his ex-wife, Claire (Michaud), who has come to China in the hope of adopting a child – particularly when he’s about to mount an exhibition of work by his young Chinese lover, Xiao Ling (Tai Wei Foo). Like China, and like the Yangtze River which divides into three, and where, traditionally, desperate women cast away unplanned babies to meet their fate, Pierre, confronting late middle age, faces a parting of the ways of his destiny, and a challenging choice about how to live the rest of his life.
Ideas proliferate: ageing, artistic and personal freedom, China’s ravenous consumerist present and its communist history, the uncomfortable bedfellows of exploitation and altruism in the act of adoption by wealthy Westerners from a country with a strict one-child policy. But, as usual, Lepage wears the politics lightly and focuses on the personal: Pierre is caught between two women, and between home in Canada and the place he has come to love, yet which seems so eager to spit him back out. A particularly piercing sequence sees Pierre recall his meeting with Xiao Ling in a Hong Kong tattoo parlour; the ink on his skin is, he says, “the map of one’s pains and pleasures”. Another sees him make two fatal strokes of his calligraphy brush, magnified on a screen, and echoed in the two lines that appear on Xiao Ling’s pregnancy test.
The production is both simple in its immediacy and complex in its technical achievement, the symbols never overworked, the acting unfussy and truthful, the text translucent. Those captivated by the more jaw-dropping spectacle in Lepage’s previous work, or expecting the hectic multi-strand narratives he’s employed in the past, might be deflated by the more meditative tone here. But he is a master of the theatrical moment, poised in an instant of perfect synthesis of meaning, emotion and sensual ravishment.

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