Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson
Adapted and Directed by Peter Gould
Sponsors: Integrated Solar & Kurn Hattin Homes
Come to an all-new NEYT production of Robert Louis Stevenson's immortal
tale TREASURE ISLAND, newly adapted and directed by Peter Gould. Thirty
young actors ages 9 to 13 will fill your ears with pirate talk. They'll
introduce you all over again to several of the most famous characters in
children's literature: Old Flint, the most bloodthirsty buccaneer of
all; Black Dog, a ruthless rake; Captain Billy Bones, hiding out with his
treasure map at the Benbow Inn; Jim Hawkins, the innkeeper's son;
Squire Trelawney, who can't keep the TREASURE a secret; and Long John Silver,
who's been teaching us how to TALK PIRATE for nearly 150 years! A few
new pirates (with names like Jack Powder, Ringer, So and So, and Giggles)
have joined the crew, jostling for the spotlight and a chance at immortality,
too. Peter Gould's new version is faithful to the language in the
original, but full of sea chanteys, energetic ensemble work, and physical
comedy in the classic Gould & Stearns style.
Tickets: $12 Adult, $10 Senior, $8 Students
Shows: Feb 7-16, Fri & Sat at 7:00 pm, Sat & Sun at 2pm
"So," I says, "I think I'll make a new authentic version o' TREASURE ISLAND!"
"Is that so?" says you.
"Aye, it's so," says I.
"Oh," says you, "I love Treasure Island; those muppets are the cutest!"
"No, there'll be no muppets in this one. No Miss Piggy Ben Gunn!"
"Oh," says you. "There's that 1950 Disney movie. Old Robert Newton as Long John Silver himself. Arrrrrrr!"
"Arrrrrrr yerself," says I. "Tis no movie at all. Didn't ya hear what I just got done sayin'? Authentic, newly built out of the language of the great master Robert Louis Stevenson himself!"
"Ah," says you, "a new old theatrical. So, you'll write the script yerself--"
"And you'll waylay a fine bunch of seasoned actors, community theater veterans, old hams, grizzled pirate types with five o'clock shadows and squinty eyes!"
"No," says I, and I'm roaring now, "I'll do it with children, little, pure nine to twelve year olds that never yet put to sea, or swabbed a deck, or swung a pick-axe on an unforgiving coast."
Ya gets silent for a while. "Children, is it?"
"Playin' all the roles?"
"Boys and girls together?"
Says you, "Serious now. D'ya think the audience will get it?"
"Oh, I do," I says, "there'll be fine swashbuckling costumes by Phoebe and her crew, and sparklin' lighting by Maria, so that you'd think you were seated in a Broadway theatre. And the children, ya know, they have a way of acting that adults can't manage. They'll throw themselves into a part; they'll interrupt yer directin' over and over and tell ya an idea that's better than yer own, and, just when ya think they can't remember what ya all worked on for the past six weeks, they'll hit it right on the mark, and give ya a look and an attitude and a smile that, ya know, at that moment, ya just wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world."
"Ah," says you, "ya don't say."
"I do. I do say."
Peter Gould, director