REVIEW: With the help of a daring set, The Caged Bird Sings brings Rumi into the present day

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/By Liam Donovan / Jun 15, 2024

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The last time a Toronto theatre show put up walls around the stage, it didn’t entirely work. Staged inside a boxing ring, Canadian Stage’s September 2023 production of Suzan-Lori Parks’ Topdog/Underdog found itself confined by the ropes surrounding it: the visual barrier of the set also proved something of an emotional one.

A Modern Times Stage Company (MTSC) production in association with Theatre ARTaud, the world premiere of The Caged Bird Sings (written by MTSC artistic director Rouvan Silogix, Ahad Lakhani, and Rafeh Mahmud, also the director) involves an even more extreme structure. Around and above the playing space, set designer Waleed Ansari has erected a full-on cage, complete with golden bars. It’s a courageous swing that pays off, with a three-row, in-the-round seating configuration in the Aga Khan Museum’s courtyard offering enough intimacy to counteract any energy sapped by the divide between actor and audience.

It helps that literal and metaphorical cages abound in The Caged Bird Sings. A radical adaptation of The Masnavi, a lengthy and influential work of Sufism by Rumi, the show concerns Sal (Silogix), a king who’s been imprisoned for over 1,000 years. The arrival of two contemporary women, Rumi (Mikaela Lily Davies) and Jin (Navtej Sandhu), pierces his solitude. Scientists and lovers, the pair look like salvation to the egoistic Sal, who presents a potion that transforms the drinker’s heart to stone, claiming that if one of the women consumes it, all three will be freed.

Running 90 minutes with no intermission, the piece is split into three acts, “fortune,” “frenzy,” and “fanaa” (the annihilation of the self in Sufism), indicated to the audience by writing on a small chalkboard. The acts themselves are divided into several scenes; the actors mark the start of a new one by speaking its title (“The Price You Pay Including Tax,” “Gin Rumi,” The Jackal Who Pretended to Be a Peacock,” et cetera). Scenes taken from The Masnavi interweave with ones referencing Western literature or modern life. The goal is to make Rumi accessible for a 2024 Toronto audience while honouring his work’s spirit, something “never really done,” according to Silogix in a press release about the show.

Despite Ansari’s tight playing space, which houses two beds, three hanging light bulbs, and a few carpets, Mahmud’s staging is dynamic, often unfolding along the stage’s edges instead of getting trapped in the centre where it might feel closed off. The show moves with enough vigour that the cage has a framing effect rather than an obfuscating one.

Less elegant is The Caged Bird Sings’ depiction of Rumi and Jin’s relationship. The question of why they’ve ended up in jail is never satisfyingly answered. We vaguely hear they’re creating a kind of love potion (though its connection to Sal’s tincture is relatively unclear), so perhaps God is punishing them for upsetting the natural balance of the world — but could they really be the first people in 1,000 years to do such a thing? 

And while the duo’s dialogue aims at realism (it wouldn’t be out-of-place on a Netflix show), the cast’s acting is heightened and explosive, a style better suited to the play’s frequent jaunts into fable. The show’s final act-and-a-half, which features plenty of poetic monologues and a higher proportion of surreal content, therefore comes together much better than the more mundane first half; stylish injections of light (designed by Ansari and anchored by neon bars on the cage’s ceiling) as well as sound (including an atmospheric score by designer John Gzowski) contribute theatricality to these galvanizing departures from reality. 

But what if when you leave Earth’s logic behind, you arrive somewhere more real? It’s a question the show raises via repeated references to Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,” here sometimes reframed as the “Allegory of the Cage.” Just as the long-imprisoned Sal has all but forgotten the outside world, the allegory speaks of people chained in a cave all their lives, mistaking shadows on the wall for the whole of what the universe has to offer. Plato’s tale resonates with The Masnavi’s final third, which purports that humans must reject the lure of worldly experiences — of the cave — if they wish to understand God.

The Caged Bird Sings’ penultimate scene brings this exploration into the present day. Davies and Silogix sit typing at invisible computers, making monkey sounds as Sandhu describes a bustling corporate office where workers only look at their screens: “They never venture beyond their desks, believing this digital world is all there is.” 

That is until Davies’ character sneaks off, looks out a window, and gets a glittering panoramic view of a great metropolis packed with skyscrapers, strangers, and plants. “I’m one with the universe,” she realizes. “Part of something vast and beautiful — full of roaring rivers, volcanic planets, endless space-time, cuddly pussycats.” The music crescendos and the lights shift. “The past no longer holds me. The future no longer haunts me. I am here now, present and open.” As she looks out to the audience, her face shimmering with hope, the show’s jagged array of pieces unify, releasing The Masnavi from Time’s cage. “I am free.”

The Caged Bird Sings runs at the Aga Khan Museum until June 26. Tickets, available here, include same-day museum admission.

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Liam Donovan

Liam is Intermission’s senior editor. He lives in Toronto.

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