The Twin Cities area, with some justification, likes to think of itself as a prime mover in the arts in America. Our metro area has fostered an impressive array of cultural heavy-hitters in many disciplines. Still, arts communities go through cycles, and I believe that despite being home to the Guthrie, Children's Theatre, Minnesota Fringe Festival and the brilliant, much lamented Theatre de la Jeune Lune, our theater scene has been in a rather serious funk for most of the decade I've lived here.
Far too much of the work I see on local stages feels self-satisfied and uninspired, with little driving passion or evident purpose.
Potent, beautifully realized stage productions are always difficult to come by, but too often our work is merely earnest, benign, forsaking boldness and creativity for a bland literal-mindedness.
Talking with other theater artists and patrons assures me that I am not alone in sensing that something vital is missing from our local stages.
It is ironic that the same Minnesota culture that yields such a stunning variety of transformative, breakthrough artists is itself quite resistant to transformation and breaking through. We have our own way of doing things. We are prone to deflection. We avoid subjects that may be considered "unpleasant." And while conflict is the essence of drama, it's something most Minnesotans avoid like the Ebola virus.
These particular aspects of "Minnesota Nice" raise the question of whether a theater of engagement can thrive in a culture of avoidance.
A couple of years ago I attended a panel discussion with prominent local artists. During the Q & A, I asked whether anyone felt the arts community was well served by our tendency to avoid pointed critical analysis of one another's work. The question triggered a lively back-and-forth. Ultimately, a well known rock 'n' roller said that the music community was small, and that "you wouldn't get very far going around trashing people."
Nobody there publicly supported my position, but at the meet-and-greet afterward I was surrounded by a throng of people, all clamoring to tell me how important my comments were and how badly they needed to be said.