I watched this streamed from the Schaubuhne website. You can watch it here until late in the evening Mar 28.
I won’t lie; i’ve been obsessed with this production purely based on still photos and written reviews for approximately 6 years. So when I learned that Schaubuhne were offering it in their nightly streaming during the theatre’s closure, I blocked the day.
It did not disappoint.
Initially, Jan Pappelbaum’s striking and majestic design strikes you. The sheer opulence and glamorous veneer of the Tesman house is magnificent. The walls rain. The apartment, although open and airy, feels claustrophobic, emphasized by the revolve, and the mirror positioned above the stage, so that even when a character is in another room, they are visible. This world is inescapable. Stifling. Director Thomas Ostermeier has laid his trap.
Lars Eidinger’s Tesman is bumbling and sweet, clearly enamoured with Hedda, who is visibly disgusted by him. The fact that she is so, just contributes to her petulance. She is like a tempestuous teenager, whom everyone is simply trying not to set off, while infantilizing her. Katharina Schüttler is magnetic. Even moping around in pyjamas, her playful yet sadistic nature is at once intimidating and sexy.
The balance of the other two men in her life - Jörg Hartman’s slimy smooth and manipulative Brack, and Kay Bartholomaus Schulz’s intellectually tortured Lovbørg - creates this triangle in a manner clearer to me than I’ve ever seen before. Each of these men, on some level, offers a piece of what Hedda wants, but ultimately it is the intellectual stimulation that only Lovbørg can offer, which she wants but is not on offer to her.
The violence in the script, often forgotten or downplayed, is front and centre. In spite of the beautiful surroundings and beautiful people, these are ugly, terrible humans. Humans driven by base desires and willing to manipulate to get what they want. Even Tesman isn’t off the hook in Ostermeier’s view.
It is truly a mark of masterful direction when a play that I know inside out, can still surprise me, and make me feel anxious in anticipation of what is going to happen next. Some of the moments created by Ostermeier in the final third of the play create such a beautifully intense tension that it is impossible to look away, even when it is all you want to do.
The final moments, when life goes on, and Hedda has died, where we’re forced to watch, and continue to watch, were gut wrenching as an audience member, yet as a director made me giddy with joy.