uted to the influence of Germany, where actors use their parts to aim for effect. At the Thalia Theatre, where she has directed a number of eye-catching productions in recent years, she often has to persuade her actors not to lay it on so thick, whereas she has to push her Dutch actors to show more fire and visible sparkle. In this, by the way, she is helped by her Flemish employees.
In 2005 I was present at a number of rehearsals for Platonov. That was unusual, for Zandwijk's relationship with publicity, and especially with the press, is a difficult one. But as it turned out Zandwijk handled her actors very cheerfully, she made jokes and gave casual directions, while the actors took their time working out scenes for themselves. Even when she did blow up just for a moment because things weren't going the way she wanted, everybody put up with her outburst patiently. Next day everything was back to normal and they continued working hard and in good spirits.
Zandwijk gives solo performers a lot of room. You can see it in Innocence and King Lear and definitely in her more recent production Baal. It must be wonderful for actors to be allowed to approach a role so freely. And it is exactly this freedom that challenges Alize Zandwijk's actors to go further than they would ordinarily expect of themselves.
A good example of such a development is Fania Sorel. At the start of her career, this actress' appearance tended to work against her, or for her, depending on how you looked at it. Her big eyes, her dreamy gaze and curvaceous figure made her the ideal beautiful girl. But, thanks to the wild influence of Alize Zandwijk, Sorel was able to turn Baal into an androgynous punk hero, as repellent and at the same time attractive as Brecht must have intended her to be, if he had ever allowed himself to think about it.
Alize Zandwijk still regularly complains about the lack of recognition for her work. Rightly so. When Ivo Van Hove, Theu Boermans or Johan Simons are invited by foreign theatres, that is news, sometimes it even makes it onto the front pages of the newspapers. Zandwijk's foreign successes, however, are mostly ignored or are, at best, not given their proper due. When Night Shelter receives rave reviews in Edinburgh and eventually goes on tour all the way to Moscow, it only warrants a small paragraph in the press.
Perhaps this lack of interest in her work is due to her strained relations with the press. Being based in Rotterdam, a difficult city for culture, doesn't help either. And nearly all of Zandwijk's productions have the rough edges of society as their subject. Theatre-goers do not always appreciate this; just as they did 2,500 years ago, people would rather watch kings suffer than people of their own class. And as for compassion with the underclass, Zandwijk's trademark, we only have room for that a couple of times a year. That's how it is, sadly enough, with a chronically bourgeois theatre audience.
But perhaps there is an even more banal reason - one that exposes even more clearly a deep fault in today's theatre world. Could the lack of recognition for her achievements in Holland perhaps be simply because she is a woman and her successful colleagues are men? Even though since January 1 2009 she is in the company of Ola Mafaalani, who then became artistic director of the North Netherlands Theatre Company, while Mirjam Koen has been for years one of the directors of the Independent Theatre - with so few women in the top jobs, theatre in the Low Countries is actually lagging behind, and that could become a problem.
Wijbrand Schaap
Translated by Pleuke Boyce
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