| Director David W W
Johnstone writes:
For many years I have been fascinated by
the idea of Pinocchio – a puppet who came to life at the first touch
of the carver’s chisel. From
the Walt Disney film we somewhat know the plot: this magical toy suffers
trials and tribulations to eventually ‘learn his lesson’, become
‘good’ and be rewarded by the Good Fairy with real boyhood. The
mature aspects of this children’s fable intrigued me enough to seek
out a copy of Carlo Collodi’s original novel. It
was difficult to find – could this classic really be out-of-print in
English? Eventually, I found a battered copy in a second hand bookshop.
Suddenly, a funny and sophisticated circus-for-the-mind sprang off the
tattered pages, cartwheeling into my delighted adult psyche. Signor
Collodi had not let me down. His novel sizzles with satire and
psychology. He rivals Swift in humour, subtlety and poignancy. This is
not just a story for children! Immediately, I wanted to play the grown
up boy, Mr Pinocchio. A Quixote who
surrendered his quest. A Prospero who broke his magic staff. Ejected
from the land of miracles by a whale-sized repulsive sneeze! What a
jackass am I...
The play, Mr Pinocchio,
has now itself become real. It is a capricious dialogue between the
grown man and the puppet as the two-who-are-one. A reunion staged in the
whale’s-belly subconscious of a disenchanted man.
A synopsis:
The audience finds a fifty-year-old man, Mr
Pinocchio, sitting alone on a small stool centre stage, his head in his
hands. He feels every minute of his fifty years. His poor rheumatic
joints stiffening in a painful remembrance of woodenness. Growing old
may perhaps be a bothersome reality to all, but who else has the burden
of knowing that at one time he was immortal, ageless, carefree, and
indeed magical? And what grinds away at him is that he happily gave it
all away to be normal.
Suddenly appears onstage a stiff wooden stick of a
lad… it is himself so long ago in those days of adventure and fun.
Remembering their story in a sparkling kaleidoscope
of images, the young and old Pinocchio cavort in a collage of characters
who spring from Collodi’s pages to dazzle with bittersweet
playfulness. Was this free misbehaving abandon really the evil
waywardness that the Blue Fairy chastised him for, or was it the
lightning-bolt of youthful exuberance, vibrant and unrestrained, that we
are forced to shed in the name of maturity?
Imagine waking up to face yourself as a youngster.
Imagine liking what you see. Imagine not liking what you’ve become
since. Imagine Mr Pinocchio! What is the dark side of the Disney
cartoon? Who is the monster? Perhaps Mary Shelley wrote Pinocchio
and Collodi wrote Frankenstein!
This conception of the old story focuses on what it
means to be normal, human, and well-behaved, as opposed to being unique,
hungry for adventure, and a wilful dreamer. Join the hapless and
bumbling Mr Pinocchio on the ups and downs of being human!
The production appeals to both young and old, the themes resound on
many levels. Using a combination of bold characterisation, physical
comedy and sparkling wordplay, our mission, like Pinocchio’s, is to
have… and to make… fun!

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