Dado Masilo’s production of Giselle is a force to be reckoned with.
What a privilege to see this beauty in action… It reminded me of home (being half South African) … hearing that distinct Zulu intonation and ascendent choral harmonies, seeing elements of the traditional dance and Kwaito, feeling the pain of Apartheid pulsating through the alcoholism depicted and exploitative family relationships, took me directly home to my own yard in Soweto.
The bold unison movement that punctuated Giselle’s personal tragedy reminded me and my Greek companion of the Ancient Chorus: powerful, hypnotic, overwhelmingly fatalistic …
Somehow, Dada’s characterisation spoke to me as a mixed race woman who’s never quite fitted in…searching desperately for somewhere to belong and being periodically abused by My Own along the way.
Most importantly, it reminded me that the revenge Giselle achieved in the spirit realm is a fantasy absolutely not worth chasing.
Giselle succeeded in seeking vengeance from her predators in the most potent, self – actualised, feministic fantasy – sort of way. But it just didn’t appeal to me as a path to go down. Giselle in the process lost her softness, her naivitie, her innocence which despite my own suffering, I hang into with all my Will. Bitterness is just not an option.
Let our abusers hang themselves…. Life Will do the talking.