The Rez Sisters is Not of this World
(A play review of The Rez Sisters by Samantha Youill)

(Left to Right) Billy Merasty, Cara Gee, Jani Lauzon, Kyra Harper, Djennie Laguerre, Pamela Sinha, Michaela Washburn & Jean Yoon in Tomson Highway’s The Rez Sisters at Factory Theatre, November 5 – December 11, 2011.
Recent news tells of the living conditions of the northern native community of Attawapiskat near James Bay, which are so deplorable that officials there are urging the province to evacuate the community of more than 2,000 before winter sets in. Having said this, it’s show time for Canadian playwright Tomson Highway and artistic director Ken Gass, their collaboration resulting to the all-new production of the exuberant Canadian classic titled The Rez Sisters. Although not remotely related to the newstory, I suspected the play, which is about seven women—sisters, half-sisters, step-sisters—who all live on a Cree reserve but want to venture from it towards Toronto to rid of their personal problems and realize each of their dreams by winning the jackpot at “Biggest Bingo in the World”, would result to an overall intriguing performance. Even more interested was I considering the cast of Ken Gass’ revival of The Rez Sisters at the Factory Theatre, wherein the show will play until December 11, as not restricted to the inclusion of only native performers. Indeed, Ken Gass’ decision to cast the show “color blind” did little to meet my expectations of a liberating performance. Unlike the news, the quality of this play made it such that it didn’t feel real.
Highway’s play first showed in 1986 and instantly earned a place in the North American theatre canon for presenting the life of native Canadians in what was perceived to be an honest light for the first time. Although Canadian theatre was not of special interest to me at this time, given the current affairs I see no wrong in my expectation of its revival to serve much the same. Unfortunately, it did not. Whereas the preservation of script saved the revived production of Red, which was seen earlier this week and of which its original production is—like The Rez Sisters—more worthy of esteem, the complete opposite is true of this play. Each sister has her own demons to deal and, despite how dramatic each of them are, they are all so typical: there is the case of rape, the case of cancer, the case of the lost love…need I say more? Perhaps the combination of such issues made for an utmost compelling play when it premiered 25 years ago, when such topics would promote the play as full of suspense from the forbidden, but such is not the case anymore. This is not to say that the play, in respect of content, will put you to sleep—such makes for fine soap-opera drama, which, in the very least, promises an entertaining night. The play has energy but not the right kind for its nature, which is more in relation to natives rather than the general public.
Herein lies my problem: If The Rez Sisters is a genuine show in support of native Canadians, I was neither prepared to settle for such recycled plots nor able to find sensible reason for Gass’ decision to cast the show in a mixture of colors ranging from red, black, brown, and white. While the cast comprises of a mixture of races and, as such, the only credit I owe to Gass is the liberal awakening it may start in appreciation for Highway, who has said that political correctness in theatre is to blame for his lack of advancement in his career as a playwright whose work is often a show of his brave effort to focus on native community.

Amusing, yes; meaningful, not so much. Although "The Rez Sisters" is a grand opportunity to shed light on the sensitive subject of Native Canadians yet Gass' revival is based on surrealism, which makes me want to grab that hammer (pictured here) and knock some sense into him.
Thus while the play encourages measures of progressive political reform, it is misguided of the script’s real reason for existence: an honest depiction of a real culture.
Just as I do not want to see The Children’s Republic performed by skinheads, I do not prefer to see Tomson Highway’s play performed by a rainbow of cast members, no matter how colorful it paints the stage. The opening scene of Factory Theatre’s The Rez Sisters, wherein black actor Djennie Laguerre suddenly appears onstage in the role of Annie Cook (the resident living on the Manitoulin Island Indian reserve who adores country music) is just one of the scenes that have been recreated in the delight of Gass’ fancy for experimentation. True to the freedom of art, Gass’ attempt to produce something new out of something old is acceptable, but not when it stirs the beauty of Highway’s landmark play. Forget preparation and you will avoid expectation, it seems. The director’s diverse cast mixes native and Métis performers with those of Haitian, Korean and South Asian origin; as they congregate on Gillian Gallow’s surreal set, you quickly forget about race and become, instead, caught up in their characters, of which undermines the original intent of the production and of which I very much looked forward to witnessing in this revival. The only truth about this show is that it appears to be an amusing one at the expense of its deeper implications.
To further his well-meaning but ultimately self-defeating attempt at being open-minded, the production is split into two segments, both of which do little in subjecting the play as reality-based but does contribute to its overall entertainment value. The play has two acts and in a way it felt as if it were of two different plays. The first act is lighter and more comical in comparison to second act; loud and full of frenzy with name-calling, I felt I was watching a 70s TV sit-com. The second act of The Rez Sister does not pay any more respect for the sensitivity of the plays central subject matter, the suffering of Natives; however, it is in this part of the show wherein the performers came alive and I started caring about the women and stopped thinking of them as characters in my learning of their stories, hopes, and fears and, ultimately, the reasons for wanting to win the bingo pot (but, like I said before, the stories are not particularly unique today). The second-act scene wherein we see the sisters engaged in a flurry of bottle drives, babysitting, bake sales and other fundraising activities is one of the highlights of Gass’ lively if uneven staging. In keeping with the non-traditional casting, he emphasizes the stylization and musical structure of Highway’s writing instead of its gritty realism, so that these ensemble scenes are like noisy orchestral pieces, while the soliloquies resemble introspective solos. Composer Wayne Kelso does little to promote some sense of authenticity to the initial production when he underscores almost every line of dialogue—annoyingly so, might I add—and accommodating the sisters’ harsh behavior with sudden outputs of wild, jazzy percussion. Had it been performed on another occasion—separate from this production—the country song sang by Michaela Washburn as the bisexual biker Emily Dictionary would have been more appreciated.
As if I was not yet confused beyond belief, Gillian Gallow’s design of a surreal set, in which the roof of Pelajia’s house and Marie-Adele’s white picket fence protrude from a sea of gravel, dumbfounds me even more; At least it’s functional and, like André du Toit’s use of spotlights, the design pairs nicely with Gass’ non-realistic approach. Robin Fisher’s character-defining costumes, which include a ridiculous miniskirt for the aging-but-vain Philomena and a cowgirl outfit for Annie, are a delight. But just as I did not arrive at the Factory Theatre to watch a soap-opera, I did not come prepared for a circus performance of set, lights, and fashion.
I would have liked to see a more real and therefore serious production that I believe the subject matter of this play deserves. Upon the viewing of The Rez Sisters, I did not want to be so much entertained as much as I wanted to feel inspired. Perhaps I am at fault for having such high expectations for this play but I believe to expect less would be insulting. And Gass has done enough damage to the production as it is, hasn’t he?