Wait, Hedwig’s a punk musical?! Someone should've told me sooner. Ok, let me rewind.
Hedwig and The Angry Inch is a book, a movie, and a play, all with cult followings. Still, I'd not seen so much as a clip, and only had a cursory knowledge of the plot, making Keith Fernandez’s Hedwig my first foray into the story.
The show was at Monument-National, and my literal brain wondered what exactly it was a monument to. (It was built in 1893, and was originally the cultural centre of the St. Jean Baptiste society, and is the oldest theatre in Canada still running. It not only served as a stage for English, French and Yiddish performers, but it also housed Starland, one of the first cinemas in North America. Edith Piaf performed there. It's a historic site, a literal national monument. Ooooh, I gettit now.)
I walk into the room with just a couple of minutes to spare, and the room is filled with smoke. The band, led by Zoé Dupont-Foisy, is in full swing: keyboard, drums (Nicholas Baddely), bass (Ali Remondini), and electric guitar (Antoine Bensoussan), giving old school alternative vibes, and grungy goodness. They are the set, for all intents and purposes, fading into the background when need be, bringing the room alive when called upon. But when their pre-show song ends, the audience cheers, and the band stands, uncertain and silent. The smoke dissipates, and the crowd loses itself in chatter. Granted, the show hadn't technically started, but it felt like an unnecessary interruption in the energetic flow. The sold out crowd had already been enthralled, and had they kept playing, they would've been rapt.
The story is a good one. Botched surgery and unknown-rockstar life aside, Hedwig is recounting the twists and turns that brought her to where she now stands. Yes, some are sad, and some are funny, and isn't that the way? Alice Siregar, as the rockstar, was perfect. As her façade fell, layer after layer of her persona peeled away until she was just her honest, vulnerable self. And, as her truest self, she's able to grant space to her husband after all these years, finally allowing him to be his best self.
Now, the music was grrrreat, but so was the artistic direction and lighting design, by Sabrina Miller and Aurora Torok, respectively. The DIY vibes of Darragh Mondoux (as Yitzhak) moving speakers in real time, using an old school projector as a spotlight, it was punk AF, and I loved it. While I've seen Darragh host events before, I had no idea she could sing…and sing like that. Yitzhak and Hedwig brought the house down as the lights strobed and shifted. The show tipped into a full concert, and I was mesmerized. In fact, I'm going to check out the soundtrack, and I can only hope it's as good as this version was.
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