The
name of the impressively original Belgian theatre company, Ontroerend Goed, the
program notes tell us, roughly translates as “Feel Estate”. This sounds almost
as cryptic as the original Belgian but there is no doubt that they provide
audiences with unexpected and memorable experiences when it comes to their
performances.
From
their first visit to Australia in 2008 they have offered a unique form of
immersive experience. With The Smile Off
Your Face we were led into a room, three or four at a time, where we sat
blindfolded with wrists tied, sitting in a wheelchair while disembodied voices
spoke quietly into our ears asking us intrusive questions about our day, the
state of our hearts and whether we were happy. Paradoxically what should have
been threatening and disturbing turned out to be gently captivating, a kind of
benign rendition.
EYES/LIES
(the title is made up of currency symbols – the Pound, the Yen, the Euro and
the Dollar) draws us quietly but firmly into another kind of experience: the
world of international finance. But it is not about abstract economics or
theories of commerce and supply and demand; instead it delves into that part of
the Feel Estate that shows you what it is like to be filthy rich. The Scrooge
McDuck swimming in the money bin kind of rich. And the nonchalance that goes
with turning a lot of money into even more money.
The
Space Theatre is decked out like an exchange market, but it is also like a
casino. When we enter we are separately allocated a table, no partners or plus
ones to conspire with, each one an island. Or, more precisely a bank. Seven per
table, seven tables, 49 newly minted bankers per performance. The tables we sit
around are intricately inlaid with doubloon-sized discs of dark wood, denoting
a semi-circle where we are to stack our heaps of casino chips.
By
chance Michael, the fellow sitting next to me, built the tables for the
Adelaide season – and the central tower which signalled the changing financial
fortunes of the room. The set is a work of art, built to the strict
specifications of the designer Nick Mattan. Michael notes wryly that most sets
he builds are fake, but these tables are real. Later when he and I merge our
banks we decide to call it The House of Ply.
As we are seated we are greeted by our financial guide who also acts as croupier when the trading frenzy begins. We are each assigned a bank – I am Royal Bank of Murray. Our table is a larger bank, La Casa del Tom (Tom got naming rights because he was the first seated.) Our unidentified guide explains the rules and disperses our bank holdings. Each chip is worth $1 million and we have stacks of them, and bonds, and we can borrow more.
The Space Theatre is decked out like an exchange market, but it is also like a casino. When we enter we are separately allocated a table, no partners or plus ones to conspire with, each one an island. Or, more precisely a bank. Seven per table, seven tables, 49 newly minted
As
the game develops we are offered new bank products. We can pay to do short
trading, we can buy more bonds – some junk, some sure bets. When the bank opens
for business we all put forward our investment chips – $2 million, often more –
roll our dice and hope it’s five or six and not one or two. It’s fast and you
have to keep your wits about you.
It
is all momentum and looking around at what others are up to. The information
escalates about new investment strategies, there’s more happening than you can
comprehend. We are being immersed in financial trading and we are often acting
like sheep and hoping no-one notices. When the stacks of chips and bond markers
accumulate we feel absurdly smug, when others aren’t coping, we don’t give a
rat’s. This is dog eat chihuahua and we are hardly noticing.
You
can’t have 49 banks in one place, of course, without someone going bung. I am
just relieved it’s somebody else and draw my stash a little closer to my elbow.
But then the room has to decide which of the three banks tottering can be
rescued by a group action. We can vote Pink, Purple or Yellow. We look at the
colour of our chips and bonds. Anyone with a stack of yellow bonds is smiling
when Yellow is saved, others of us peevishly dump our purple chips.
Late
in the proceedings there is a homily from the main administrator about the
importance of Trust and Co-operation but the visceral experience of using money
to make more money, as well as taking it in large stacks from our neighbours,
is both a guilty pleasure and mightily disconcerting.
EYES/LIES is a creepy insight into the greedy gobbledygook of banking and the swine fever of a panicky, overwrought market. Director Alexander Devriendt and his skilful team have created a theatrical experience you won’t forget. You can bank on that.
£¥€$/LIES plays the Space Theatre, Adelaide Festival Centre, until October 22.
Tickets: $44-$49, ozasiafestival.com.au