Bill Clinton Hercules
Written by Rachel Mariner and performed by Bob Paisley. Directed by Guy Masterson. Presented by Central Standard Theatre. Bakeshouse Theatre Mainstage. Adelaide Fesival Fringe 2016. February 29 – March 12 2016
Reviewed by Peter Wilkins
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| Bob Paisley as Bill Clinton |
Hillary Clinton has just swept to
victory in the Big Tuesday Primaries when I visit Adelaide’s Bakehouse Theatre
to see Bob Paisley’s performance of Bill
Clinton Hercules, under the direction of Fringe veteran, Guy
Masterson. It takes Herculean courage to
take on the role of the 42nd President of the United States. In Bob
Paisley, Clinton is lucky enough to have a doppelganger take on the gargantuan
task of bringing Hillary Rodda-Clinton’s husband to life upon the intimate
black box stage in Bill Clinton-Hercules.
With only a leather armchair and
a small side table as a set, Paisley fills the stage with the sight and sound
of a man who remains vivid in the minds and hearts of people who follow his
every move on Hillary’s campaign trail. The luring voice, the carefully brushed
silver hair and the stylishly cut suit
with the bold red tie mark a man of authority, with a voice of assurance and
private passion in a confused and uncertain world. Paisley is all this and
more. Charisma emanates with every smile. He lures his audience in, spinning
his charm by describing the late poet Seamus Heaney’s, Cure at Troy, a verse adaptation of Sophocles’ Philoctetes. Clinton describes the characters of Odysseus the
warrior, Neo, the negotiator and Philoctetes the archer with the magic bow and
arrow, a gift from the God Hercules that can recapture Troy with the aid of the
god Hercules. It would appear that Paisley has drawn a long bow to imbue
Clinton with the qualities of Sophocles’ Greek heroes. But there are those who
would argue that during his presidency, Clinton achieved legendary status,
except perhaps for one slight indiscretion that became his Achilles Heel.
Using the legend as a leitmotif,
Paisley’s carefully researched monologue weaves myth and fact into a
fascinating and illuminating account of Clinton’s life. We learn of his birth
in the ironically named Hope in Arkansas, of the death of his father three
months before Clinton was born; of his Hippie conscientious objector days, his
meeting with Hillary and his eventual ascendancy to the presidency after a
childhood of struggle. We learn of his
hero worship of John F Kennedy whom he met on the lawns of the White House when
a young man, of Dr. Martin Luther King and Israel’s Yatzik Rabin, all victims
of the assassin’s bullet. Clinton’s dry humour echoes in the warning not to
become one of his heroes.
I am seduced by the chronicle
of his life, interwoven with the account of real events and the recorded use
of the actual speeches of his heroes, and the friendship with Mandela, which
fortunately avoided the fate of his other heroes. One senses that this colossus
of politics strode the world stage with confidence, charm and passionate
determination in the belief that he could bring hope and salvation to the
world. Vanity? Perhaps. Divine inspiration.? Possibly. What a piece of work is
this man who for a time brought some peace to the Middle East. And now? Well,
perhaps it is time for another Clinton to mend the wounds and bring an end to
our Trojan Wars.
The namedropping rings through
the years. Familiar names of Madeline Albright,the feisty Secretary of State
Newt Gingrich, Speaker of the Congress, Keith Starr, the inquisitor, Monica
Lewinsky, the Femme Fatale intern, Alan Greenspan, the Reserve Bank Governor
and the most villainous of them all, his former Chief of Staff, the conniving
ruler of Washington’s real House of Cards, Leon Panetta.
It is here that Paisley’s Clinton
voices his fearful foreboding and with evangelical zeal cries for the strength
of Hercules to destroy Greenspan’s dreadful legacy where CEOs now receive 400
times the wage of an ordinary American, and where the former Head of the CIA,
Panetta, threatens individual freedom.
It is also here that Paisley’s
spell begins to wane. Evangelism floods Bill Clinton’s veins. Zeal turns to
impassioned anger and President turned Prophet of the People exhorts his people
to take up the cause, to rid the world of greedy corporations, of manipulating
politicians and powerful banking interests. “You can be Hercules!” “Will you be
Hercules?” His cries fall upon the ears
of a silent audience.
Paisley’s performance had
surpassed its advertised duration. It has been an astounding impersonation of
Bill Clinton, in gesture, voice and character, an Herculean President, whose
story, told by an actor of Paisley’s power and conviction could hold an
audience in the palm of the hand. If only he had stayed within the allotted
time. Then maybe his audience would have risen to their feet in unison to do
their hero’s bidding.
