Duluth, Minnesota, 1934: as the Great Depression kicks into high gear and winter takes the city in its icy grip, a number of characters gather at the failing boarding house operated by Nick Laine (Peter Kowitz), all of them grappling with disillusionment and loneliness – and their woes are inextricably expressed through the songs of one Bob Dylan.
Mr and Mrs Burke (Greg Stone and Helen Dallimore) lost everything in the Crash and are traveling to find work, at the same time trying to care for their intellectually disabled adult son, Elias (Blake Erickson). Widow Mrs Neilsen (Christina O’Neill) is waiting for an inheritance from her late husband and hoping his debts and legal costs don’t leave her bankrupt. Untrustworthy bible salesman Reverend Marlowe (Grant Piro) plies his trade and dispenses dubious wisdom, while former boxer Joe Scott (played in the Melbourne production by Elijah Williams), recently out of prison, just wants to keep his head down.
As for Nick, his business is failing, his wife Elizabeth (Lisa McCune) has dementia, he’s having an affair with Mrs Neilsen, and while his alcoholic son Gene (James Smith) harbours dreams of being a writer, his adopted African American daughter, Marianne (played in the Melbourne production by Chemon Theys) is pregnant to an unknown father. Nick hopes to marry her off to elderly local gentleman Mr Perry (Peter Carroll – played by Laurence Coy for Melbourne's opening night), but the arrival of the handsome Joe may have thrown a spanner in the works.
All of this comes to us courtesy of Irish playwright Conor McPherson (The Weir, The Seafarer), who was originally approached by Bob Dylan’s people to craft a stage production around a number of Dylan’s songs. The result is a piece that is a little bit Our Town, with its large cast and fourth wall-breaking narrator (here it’s town doctor and morphine addict Dr Walker, played by Terence Crawford); a touch of The Iceman Cometh with its single location and desperate cast of characters; and a nod to Of Mice and Men with its potentially dangerous man-child lurking in the ensemble.
Rae Smith’s costumes and set design, coupled with the subtly burnished lighting by Mark Henderson, make everything look like a beautifully faded sepia photograph. Simon Hale’s musical arrangement brings Dylan’s songs closer to the authentic folk experience the singer was frequently trying to emulate. There’s not a flat note in the cast, with Lisa McCune and Chemon Theys standouts as the brittle, unpredictable Elizabeth and the cherished but alienated Marianne, respectively. Point for point, element by element, the production is, on a technical level, superb.
And yet, there is a disconnect between the music being performed and the story being told. The play sheds little new light on Dylan’s songs, while the songs themselves do not seem to illuminate or complicate the action of the play. It’s as if the two exist separately; every so often the narrative stops for a Dylan tune, and more often than not the choice seems shoehorned. When Gene is having his heart broken by his would-be girlfriend, Katherine (Elizabeth Hay), they sing ‘I Want You’, apparently misreading (or ignoring) the song’s rather complicated themes. And perhaps it was inevitable that Joe would sing ‘Hurricane’, and Williams does a good job of it – however, there’s something overly on-the-nose about a fictional Black boxer singing a song about the real, falsely imprisoned, Rubin Carter.
Perhaps it’s simply that for discerning music fans, Bob Dylan’s music is just not a good fit for the jukebox musical subgenre, to which Girl From the North Country unarguably belongs to. Some musical artists lend themselves to this treatment – the operatic, not to mention bombastic, music of Queen in We Will Rock You comes immediately to mind – but certainly not the revered, self-serious Dylan. Even Jagged Little Pill the Musical manages to take the deeply personal lyrics of Alanis Morissette and convincingly apply them to a different story.
Way back in the day at a concert at Manchester's Free Trade Hall on May 17, 1966, Dylan fan John Cordwell famously yelled out “Judas!” in outrage at Dylan playing an electric set. I’d be genuinely curious to find out what he makes of this current rendition of the Dylan songbook, which pulls off the impressive trick of being impeccably mounted while still leaving discerning Dylan fans yearning for better versions of almost all of its constituent elements.
This production was originally reviewed in Sydney.
