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“T679132724_P7PxN-Lhis castle hath a pleasant seat;
The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
unto our gentle senses.”
–  Shakespeare’s Macbeth

Pleasant seat indeed; The quiet village of Nakajima in Nanao, Ishikawa Prefecture is too lush, too green, too gentle to ever be compared with the rugged coast of Scotland.

Nakajima street

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There is little in the pastoral scenery to prepare us for the tragedy that unfurls every evening on the stage of the Noto Engeki Do theatre.

Meiji house

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Not far from the town we did come across an imposing relic of a home that may well be possessed by the ghosts of local yore; but nothing so melancholy as to befit the doomed Scottish King.

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Walking through the Nakajima’s deserted, neglected streets, we saw that none of the theatre’s glitter fell on the neighboring community.

679158007_HK5Nf-LWe 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.

SERIMOTOOn 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.

table setting 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.

tHEATRE FRONTAfter 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.

theatreHere 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.

posterThe 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.

back doorThe 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.

Our hopes to finish out the evening at a quaint local food shop were quickly dashed when we walked out of the bright lights of the bustling theatre and into the darkened streets of the deserted town. We too had no choice but to jump straight on the highway and begin our 500 kilometer trip home.

 

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