This year's Glasgay festival has embraced the post-porn lesbian romancing of Annie Sprinkle, the chat-room forays of Tim Fountain and the hairdresser confessions of Adrian Howells in Salon: Adrienne. But its co-production of Manuel Puig's Kiss of the Spiderwoman is particularly pertinent. It is an austere staging of a play that challenges camp culture cliches.
On the surface, Molina, a window dresser imprisoned on an under-age gay sex charge, is just another effeminate man obsessed with the hetero-heroines of B-movie melodramas. Played by Derek McLuckie, in Grant Smeaton's Scots-accented staging for Tangerine Productions, Molina does all he can to flee the discomfort of politics and retreat into the escapism of big-screen romance. Whenever compelled to say anything serious, he slips into an ironic American accent as if quoting some Hollywood platitude.
There's only so long this can continue when his cell-mate is a revolutionary, prepared to martyr himself for the cause. Played by Smeaton, identically shaven-headed and soft-spoken, Valentin probes the psychology of Molina's retreat, eventually - and tragically - persuading him to acknowledge his place in society. The transaction works both ways and Valentin comes to recognise the passions of the heart as well as of the head. The men's sexual consummation is not just wish-fulfilment, but a symbol of the degree to which they have accepted each other's point of view.
Curiously, Smeaton presents this not as a play of conflict but of consent, both actors underplaying their lines and appearing civil even at moments of tension. It is a subtle interpretation that treads the line between mesmerising and soporific. What you lose in the emotional distance travelled by Valentin, you gain in the intimacy of their relationship.
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