The flagship show of Suspense 2011 with  its theme of puppetry and politics, Yas-e-Tamam’s production of Federico  Garcia Lorca’s play The House of Bernarda Alba about a  manipulative widow and her five daughters living isolation against an  impending backdrop of fascism is the company’s British debut, having  performed in Spain, France, Lebanon and their native Iran. Iran isn’t  known for its theatrical or puppetry tradition (at least not in  Britain); the choice of source material with the implicit parallels  between 1930s Spain and the contemporary Middle East (Almeida Theatre  will also be presenting a Middle Eastern-set production of this play in  2012) combined with an arresting visual style fused together to create a  nightmarish world of oppression and brainwashed conformity.
Condensed into an hour and performed to a  pre-recorded soundtrack in Farsi without surtitles, the puppeteers  (revealed at the end to be two women and a man) are life-sized versions  of the puppets, dressed in black robes that resemble both nuns’ habits  and burkas. The puppeteers’ faces are covered with white masking  material and like the puppets have crudely stitched identical,  featureless faces with stitches covering their faces and hands like  scars. Reza Mehidizade’s effectively simple set comprises of wooden  boxes and suitcases of various sizes and the puppets emerge from a long,  narrow box like a coffin during Bernarda Alba’s husband’s funeral, with  echoes of the undead as these forbidding rag dolls crowd together  accompanied by mournful music.
On the predominately black stage,  flashes of colour appear in the form of a red horse and the threads on  an embroidery frame from which the ill-fated youngest daughter Adela  hangs herself. Sewing, a traditionally female activity, is a recurring  motif, a symbol of creativity and a weapon, as Alba threatens one of her  daughters by mining sewing up her mouth and therefore taking away her  ability to speak.
The storytelling in Zahra Sabri’s  production doesn’t transcend language as much as would be ideal and it  would benefit from surtitles to make the nuances in the story more  comprehensible and to get a clearer sense of individual voices and  characters. As it stands, it is daringly radical in itself by charging  these blank-faced puppets with political fervour in a world where  individual self expression is not something to be encouraged.
Written for Exeunt 


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