By Shona Babayemi
A pitch pipe, a tattoo sleeve, a comical number of kazoos and a pair of fishnet stockings make up just some of the wonderful, and certainly weird parts and props that sit in our cast suitcase.
Ah, the humble suitcase: the unsung hero of travel!
It’s not just a bag; it’s a portable miracle.
Imagine a world without suitcases – your socks would mingle awkwardly with your shampoo, there would be a great battle for your belongings at the other end, and you’d arrive at your final destination looking like a bootless ill-natured haggard. A suitcase holds your life in its clutches.
However, this is not just any case, this is THE SHOW CASE.
THE SHOW CASE holds all the discoveries, angst, epiphanies and compromises of rehearsal. It holds the greatness, the confusion, the ambition and all the joy in Twelfth Night. In non-thespian terms, this equates to a 50lb travel allowance (or approximately 22kg for our international friends), and seemed an insurmountable task to achieve at the start of our rehearsal process: squeezing a show into a suitcase. Five actors after five weeks of rehearsal morphed into directors, set designers, costume designers, musical directors, and great eaters of curry goat – superbly stewed by the one and only Francis – that we leave behind at the Karibu Centre in Brixton, our rehearsal hub. So, touching down at Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport after nearly nine hours in the sky and a further three-hour crawl through an overzealous customs, we nervously anticipate being reunited with our suitcases and most importantly THE SHOW CASE.
Imagine the sweet sigh of relief to see the weathered case, plastered to high heaven with stickers from previous destinations, float around effortlessly. A manic baggage claim where suitcases had been piling up for the past few hours. We bundle them and ourselves into a taxi, the AC blowing away any warmth provided by the Chicago air, but the jubilation of Mexican Independence Day and the relief of knowing all our company and cases are here keep us going as we enter Notre Dame, AFTLS headquarters – it’s starting to feel real now.
We meet with the awesome and astute Cate (Happy Birthday!) and get settled into our week at ND. Business commences, as we undertake lots of admin on the beautiful grounds. I could run out of lovely adjectives to describe the team, but more about ND in Week 7!
Westville vs. Wellesley
Westville Correctional Facility is a state prison located in Westville, Indiana. It’s one of the larger correctional facilities in the state and is operated by the Indiana Department of Corrections. The prison houses a mix of security levels, including medium and maximum security, which means it accommodates inmates serving a range of sentences, from shorter terms to life sentences. It is home to some of the fiercest Shakespeare lovers in the land.
Wellesley College is a prestigious private liberal arts college for women located in Wellesley, Massachusetts. It’s one of the Seven Sisters, a group of historically women’s colleges in the northeastern United States. Founded in 1870, Wellesley is known for its rigorous academic programs, small class sizes, and its beautiful campus, which features a mix of Gothic and modern architecture. It is also home to some of the fiercest Shakespeare lovers in the land. A Twelfth Night battle between Westville Correctional Facility and Wellesley College would be a delightful mix of Shakespearean wit, mistaken identities, and epic mischief.
Indulge me here.
Wellesley College would approach the play with precision and flair. Their Viola would be flawless, navigating between her male disguise as Cesario and her true self with grace and subtlety. They’d bring a beautiful, nuanced take on the humor and gender-bending of Twelfth Night, nailing the complex dialogue and social commentary. Their Sir Toby Belch would be played with just the right balance of drunken absurdity and clever jabs, while their Malvolio would offer a perfect study in stuffy pride, complete with cross-gartered yellow stockings that dazzle and repulse in equal measure.
On the Westville side, the interpretations would be raw and full of unexpected energy. Their Viola might bring a fierce, survivalist twist, delivering lines with the gravitas of someone who’s experienced a bit of life. Sir Toby would be a rough-and-tumble trickster, pulling pranks with a mischievous grin that suggests he’s up to more than just Shakespearean hijinks. And Malvolio? He would take his tragic humiliation to Shakespearean heights, maybe turning the cross-garter scene into an unforgettable, over-the-top performance that mixes humour with pathos, leaving the audience laughing and cringing at the same time.
Wellesley’s crew plotting with perfect timing, slipping in literary allusions as they conspire to deceive Malvolio, while Westville brings streetwise cunning to the art of trickery, upping the ante with a few unexpected twists of their own. The Westville-ians might even throw in a few modern- day references, as a basketball swish from Maria delivering the letter of deception to Malvolio proved popular in our AFTLS preview.
In the grand finale, the mistaken identities would create utter chaos, but the Westville actors would handle it with a winking, self-aware charm, while Wellesley keeps things perfectly buttoned-up until the big reveal, where everything falls apart hilariously.
By the end of the Twelfth Night battle, it’s clear both sides brought their A-game. The mix of academic finesse from Wellesley and Westville makes it a perfect Shakespearean showdown, full of laughter, mischief, and enough “what you will” to make the Bard himself proud.
It truly was an honour to play to Westville, whose students have been studying Twelfth Night with AFTLS’ AD, the Scintillating Scott Jackson. Scott has been teaching Shakespeare at the facility for many years and they clearly admire him and the work. Equally it was absolutely terrifying, simply because they know that text like the back of their hand, so we needed to bring our A-game and deliver a world-class performance to a world-class audience. Thank you so much guys for attending the performance and being so generous with your feedback, praise, and inquisitiveness.
And last but not least, thank you Wellesley, thank you Marta and Sarah V. for your warmth and hospitality. Thank you to the brilliant women and members of the Shakespeare Society (please invite us back) and special shout out to Sid & Shirley for stage management and tech. Wellesley’s unfiltered passion for Shakespeare, theatre, and this weird and wonderful thing we do has lit the fire for the rest of the tour. You all are legends!
