11:11 11/11 1918 ARMISTICE DAY
Honoring those who served
in the War to End All Wars
11:11 11/11 2009 VETERANS DAY
Honoring those who served
in all the wars that followed
“Patriots always talk of dying for their country and never of killing for their country. – Bertrand Russell“
Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.” – Herbert Hoover
“The military don’t start wars. Politicians start wars.” – William Westmoreland
“When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die.” – Jean-Paul Sartre
War is the rich man’s profit,
the politician’s choice,
the youth’s adventure,
the patriot’s anthem,
the family’s tears,
the veteran’s nightmare.
- Monde Dane
his castle hath a pleasant seat;
We left the empty business street, passed a temple and crossed the narrow river over a quaint bridge whose peeling red paint spoke of the hope the theatre’s opening must have promised some 16 years ago.
On the north bank we spotted the graceful figure of a young woman standing in front of a store in the middle of a rice field. The shop was modern but the banners hanging from the entrance proclaimed it to be the Serimoto traditional sweet shop. The smile the girl gave us and our two dogs was so disarming that I didn’t hesitate to cross the street and approach her.
I was glad I did; Miss Serimoto and her equally charming mother told of how they had had to relocate closer to the grand theatre to keep their 5th generation business from going the way of the other dilapidated shops in town.
After a pleasant chat on the local history, a rich cup of coffee, and an even richer box of omiyage, we left the ladies and made our way to the renowned theatre where the quiet rural atmosphere was suddenly replaced by a cacaphony of fashionable theatre-goers.
Here it was, the event that brought us to this lovely peninsula on the far side of Japan’s main island. The theatre was the brainchild of Nakadai Tatsuya, Kurosawa’s favorite villain. He purportedly had the theatre built to help revitalize this neglected but beautiful part of the island. Ironically, because of the improved highways that assure a full house for every performance, the Japanese (with their one-track mindset) zip in and out in their buses and cars, most often without spending one yen in the local shops.
The performance of Macbeth was impressive. Unlike the Japanese production of Fiddler on the Roof we saw in Tokyo, Macbeth loses nothing in translation. Nakadai and his leading lady were convincing as the repentant evil doers. The only thing about the production that bothered me was that, because of his age (76), Nakadai was on mike. This actually worked quite well in his dialogues with the wired Lady Macbeth, but presented an uncomfortable disharmony with the rest of the troop who bellowed in exaggerated Kabuki-like stage voices.
The real scene stealer was the stage itself; equipped with a trap-door along the entire back wall, Macbeth’s entrance and final slaughter are performed au naturel with actual horses and soldiers riding right up to the stage. At first I thought this gimmick was a little Disneyesque, but then I thought about how the bard was such a ham and I decided he would have loved this over-the-top audience pleaser.
