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The Water Draft

By Rick Pender · June 6th, 2010 · Fringe

I’m an aging Baby Boomer who often questions authority. (Exhibit A: I write for CityBeat.) There’s hardly a topic I don’t think warrants deeper exploration and, Lord knows, I can imagine many ways our city could be better managed.

The Cincy Fringe Festival is an appropriate venue to raise such matters because a lot of the people watching are likely to be sympathetic. But I also want the Fringe performances I see to be entertaining or engaging, and I’m sorry to say that The Water Draft, a work by veteran avant garde artists Michael Burnham (theater) and Barbara Wolf (film), failed to entertain or engage me.

In fact, at 75 minutes, it was way too long — I was itching for it to end at the half-hour mark because I knew exactly what would follow, regardless of how much time remained. Predictability is not what I expect in a Fringe show, and this one was tiresomely predictable.

Here’s how it went. We entered a lecture hall at the Art Academy with a video loop running about the Cincinnati Water Works, more or less documentary footage with interviews, facts, charts and such about the entity that provides our water. Then Burnham, shabbily dressed, wandered in and set up a camp chair in the front of the hall. He sat for a spell and then used the departure of the ebullient Fringe organizer and his announcements to shout some facts about the pollution of our bodies, and he was off and running with diatribes and rants about people in power (the “oligarchy” peopled by business leaders who might be “psychopaths”), changes in the Over-the-Rhine neighborhood and so on.

For the most part, Burnham was playing a character, an older man whose wife died of cancer in 2006, a loss he blamed in part on the forces he’s railing against.

His commentaries were delivered as a kind of narrative about meeting an old friend in the vicinity of City Hall.

On one occasion Burnham dropped the persona and spoke as himself, but the particular comments — about impending changes to Washington Park — were in the same vein. Throughout the performance he wandered the stage with a sheaf of notes. At first I thought they were a prop, perhaps some crazed research his character had assembled to support his drunken rambling (he carted around an unopened beer bottle; at Saturday afternoon’s performance the bottle fell from his pocket and broke, an unintended event, based on his reaction — which Burnham, a skilled actor, incorporated into the flow of his narrative).

It became evident that the papers were actually his script. Burnham clearly knew the material and he’s a master storyteller, so this didn’t detract from his performance, but I wonder if there might have been more variety to his harangues had he memorized more of the material.

Interspersed with his rambling vitriol were clips from a film created by Wolf, focused on the topic of the City of Cincinnati’s recommendation to change the Water Works from a public utility to a private entity. We saw snippets of the city manager’s own video on the subject, interviews with present and past City Council members (Roxanne Qualls and David Crowley) and the retired director of the Water Works, plus several interviews on the topic that aired on WVXU, the local NPR news station.

Midway through the performance, Burnham’s comments were increasingly counterpointed with a steady stream of remarks from former City Councilman Christopher Smitherman, now president of the local chapter of the NAACP. In another of his ongoing campaigns challenging the wisdom of City Council and other city officials, we heard Smitherman in public settings and filmed interviews denouncing the evils of privatization of the water utility. (Smitherman has gathered enough petition signatures to put this topic on the ballot in November, as he has with several previous matters, most recently surrounding opposition to public rail transit.)

You get the point. I got the point. It was impossible to miss the point. Even if you agreed with everything that Burnham’s character had to say — and that Smitherman goes on about — I suspect you'd feel that this performance was more than you wanted to hear.

I admire Burnham's and Wolf’s heartfelt passion, but I didn’t need to experience this much repeated anger. In fact, I believe Burnham’s portrait of the character as a crazy old coot undermined the seriousness (perhaps even the legitimacy) of his argument.

He became the kind of person you see on a downtown corner delivering remarks to the universe and you decide to cross the street to avoid. I’m sure that that wasn't the intended response, but that’s what The Water Draft invoked.

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06.11.2010 at 10:35 Reply
I woke up liking this show more than I did last night. Let me begin with the strengths. It is mostly a very clear, well edited documentary about the Cincinnati proposal to sell off the Water Works. It is political, and I like political. It is unusual, so it is FRINGY. Ross was less taken because he is not from here and doesn't appreciate all the Cincinnati references. To summarize the weaknesses, I'll say, 'It needs more work.' More specifically, it had too many elements that did not hold together: Why was the narrator drinking? What was the deal with the beloved wife who died of cancer? What was meant by adding in the city's use of a Strap Down Chair- how did this fit? And the final reading from 'Of Mice and Men' did what for the show? Too many loose ends. Again on the plus side, the main issue addressed is important, the documentary material and commentary are clear.

 

06.14.2010 at 12:17 Reply
Tiresome is the operative word. It was 75 minutes of ranting against: The City of Cincinnati, 3CDC, Cincinnati Police (over a regrettable incident of several years ago that has been addressed and for which steps were taken to prevent from happening again), and about everyone else you can imagine. Such venom hasn't been heard outside of the Comments section of the Enquirer in a long time. The Fringe Festival was not the time or the place. \\ Much of the ranted was irrelevant. What the hell did that reading from the novel have to with anything? If this was theatre, then I don't know what theatre is. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Had I been sitting closer to the door, I would have been gone after the first ten minutes. It was a waste of both time and money. Burnham should stick to directing.

 

 
 
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