PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF…: Early on, I was convinced that Synetic Theater‘s adaptation of The Master and Margarita (showing at the Shakespeare Theater’s Lansburgh through December 12, so go now!) would never work. Synetic, which typically does wordless dance/movement adaptations of classic texts, had two big things working against them: Their production has words, and takes place in front of an audience.

Both of these factors served to make the early parts of The Master feel really intensely unsubtle. Without the full context of Bulgakov’s prose (which okay, I’ve only read in translation, but work with me here, people) and the privacy of one’s own skull, the discussion of belief in God and the “seventh proof of God” (the Devil exists, therefore God must) felt heavy-handed.

However, by the end of the night I was once again completely on board with Synetic. Their total commitment to the portrayal of Soviet Moscow as a nightmare carnival probably had some personal resonance (much of the troop is made up of Georgian immigrants) and certainly had immense, sinister visual flair. They capture the novel’s musical quality, in which motifs return and change key. They play up the Song of Songs aspect of Margarita’s search for her Master, which I don’t think I even noticed when I read the novel. And they hit hard on the Orwellian aspects of the novel, like the shifts in meaning of the final uses of the word “peace.”

A really good, strongly horror-influenced, deeply Christian (or, more accurately, shaped around the space where Christianity would be) production. Recommended.