Went to see John Malkovich last night and he gave one hell of a performance. The above was the headline for today's review in El Comercio. I'm sure I don't need to translate it.
Not like anything I've ever seen before. It was a play with an orchestra and two sopranos supporting him. I guess it was a cross between an opera and a play. Just very different.
Malkovich's performance was quite astounding. Funny, terrifying and quite too believable. He speaks with what he describes as European accent, but it didn't sound like any accent I've ever heard in Europe or anywhere else. His pronunciation of some words is just a touch out, enough to make you smile just a little, though not sure if the Peruvian audience picked up on this. We had simultaneous translation on screen above the stage.
It's the true story of a serial killer, who eventually commits suicide. Or at least as true as we want to believe it to be. He is quite philosophical about it all. Blames the women in his life. Or so it seems. He strangled most of them with thier bras. He plays this out with one of the sopranas then the other.
In the end he plays out the suicide by tying rope round the desk he has been using and round the leg of a chair used by one of the orchestra players.
It looks very much like he's about to do it again. But of course he doesn't. He comes back to make a joke about having to be alive to perfom the play again in Bogota tomorrow night. But invites us all along to see if tomorrow he has a change of mind.
Very glad I went to see him. I will need to check out about the theatre. It was quite impressive. But i think it must have something to do with the army. We were directed into the theatre by armed soldiers. Nobody else seemed to notice. Very strange. They were there again on the way out and even directing traffic on the roads outside. Maybe they heard I was coming. I'm told that indeed it is an army theatre. But there must be more to it than that. Surely!
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