Remember the sensation of your first Bond film. The women,
the action, the sharp dialogue sprinkled with spy jargon you only half
understood. Before “Bond, James Bond,” became a punch line or an applause line,
depending on which Bond you were watching (Timothy Dalton, anyone?). Before you
realized that most of the movies hit the same beats and feature similarly drawn
villains.
That was the sensation I had when I first watched the Jason
Bourne movies. (Mission: Impossible had
straddled the divide, and while it remains beholden to its elaborate masks, the
most recent film recognized that such a conceit is hardly necessary, and the
film is more exciting for its daring.) A new kind of spy emerged, someone
good-looking and violent in a modern way, an American way. Bond, we realized,
was for a specific time, an Anglo-centric moment of the world before American
military power reached its zenith. Bond had gadgets. Bourne had training and
weapons.
Of course, if you’ve only seen the newer Daniel Craig Bond
movies, you may have no idea what I’m talking about when I describe the Bond of
old, whose cartoonishness was part of its appeal. That Bond withered during the
Brosnan years, as television and film veered toward the hyperrealism we see
today, leaving Bond as an anachronism, a quaint reminder that spies used to drink
martinis and don disguises, before Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum had ruined the
fun.
Bond parody still exists on television, on the late great Chuck, and the better-than-ever Archer. But no one would confuse 24 with a martinis and costumes party. Jack
Bauer might go undercover, but as a heroin-addicted double-agent gathering
intelligence. Jason Bourne recons a site, determines an exit strategy, and executes
his mission without fanfare. The glamour is gone and the danger is multiplied.
Notice that all of the above references appear on screen,
not on stage. Espionage thrillers lend themselves to grand set-pieces, to
helicopters flying into trains, to dangerous car chases, to fight scenes
creatively edited so every punch feels like a surprise. We are disconnected
from the death of anonymous policemen and henchmen alike; they are there for a
moment and our hero moves on. We never have to deal with the aftermath, with
the impact of the violence.
On stage, we are afforded no such comfort. A violent death
must happen slowly, we must deal with the lost humanity. Similarly, locations
are suggested rather than explicit. Characters exit a boardroom, the lights go
down, they enter a different part of the stage, and they’re in Iceland. The
stage requires us to work harder than the screen across all genres, both as
performers and as audiences.
This is all to say that Asymmetric,
the world premiere espionage thriller by Mac Rogers, is perhaps more daring
than we might realize. The play takes its genre to a medium that actively works
against it. The play nods to its cinematic forebears in many ways, but it
remains trapped in the room with its audience, or rather the audience remains
trapped with the play, with its characters. It is paced like a film, exciting,
daring, and on a grand scale, but lives on stage.
You get the best of both worlds. The action and scope of a
film, tethered to your own humanity on stage.
ASYMMETRIC opens May 19 at the Adrienne Second Stage. This blog will periodically update the development of the play in rehearsal.
Kevin Rodden is a production assistant for New City Stage Company.
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