“witch doctors,” do you believe?

With Halloween just around the corner, I’m reminded of something that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I’m in the midst of reading Orson Welles-A Biography” by Barbara Leaming. Written with his complete cooperation, it really is “a dazzling, intimate portrait of a legend.” Never one of my favorite actors, I must admit that I’ve altered my opinion after reading 396 pages of the 630 page book. Welles was really the genius he was touted to be! Unfortunately his diverse talents overextended him physically and mentally, so that his failures were as huge as his successes, both personally and professionally. But I’ll leave that for another post.

Through a series of fortuitous events, 20-year-old, recently married Orson Welles made his New York directorial debut in the midst of this country’s Great Depression. In 1935, Hallie Flanagan, head of Vassar College’s Experimental Theatre Workshop, was appointed as national director of the Federal Theatre  project. As part of FDR’s Works Progress Administration, the FT was charged with providing work for the nation’s unemployed theatrical professionals. Because Flanagan “was not a member of the Broadway commercial establishment, but an academic with a taste for experimental and regional theater,” and because, by rule, 10% of actors, musicians, playwrights and technicians “could consist of theater people who had not been receiving relief, thereby ensuring the presence of expert professional talent to counterbalance the inevitable amateurs who found working in the theater more appealing than a government construction project,” Orson found himself among this elite class of professionals.

Charged with mounting a classical production, Welles, upon his wife Virginia’s suggestion, chose to stage   “an all-black Macbeth by transposing its action from Scotland to Haiti, a startlingly new setting with important artistic advantages, not the least of them the rich possibilities for music and decor. … Preferring not to anchor the action too firmly in Haiti he had in mind a mythic island more like the fantasy setting of The Tempest than any actual place. But as Orson saw it, there was a significant gain in realism as well: by alluding to Haitian voodooism the production could make credible the role of the witches that modern audiences of Macbeth often have trouble accepting.”

At Harlem’s Lafayette Theatre,  Orson’s Macbeth opened to a mixture of  gang members, respectable black bourgeoisie, and Manhattan’s chic downtown crowd. When the curtain rose on “the intricate jungle settings, piquant costumes, and sensuous lighting,” the audience broke into “wild applause and gasps of pleasure.” And the critics’ reviews were just as ebullient. Brooks Atkinson of The New York Times wrote with enthusiasm  ” ‘As an experiment in Afro-American showmanship the Macbeth fairly rocked the Lafayette Theatre, …If it is witches you want, Harlem knows how to overwhelm you with their fury and phantom splendor.’ ” The New York Daily News’ Burns Mantle hailed Macbeth as ” ‘a spectacular theatre experience. …the most colorful, certainly the most startling, of any performance that gory tragedy has ever been given on this continent.’ ”

In contrast, Percy Hammond of the Herald Tribune wrote ” ‘What surprised me last night was the inability of so melodious a race to sing the music of Shakespeare,…The actors sounded the notes with a muffled timidity that was often unintelligible. They seemed to be afraid of the Bard, though they were playing him on their home grounds.’ ” One of the African drummers, who accompanied the ranting of the three witches, made a voodoo doll in the critic’s likeness, hanging it in effigy and sticking it with pins. When told by the lighting director that Hammond was entitled to his opinion, the African replied ” ‘He’s bad man.’ ” Humoring the man over beer and pretzels at a local bar, Orson agreed to his drinking companion’s decision to put a curse on the critic.

“The African made one stipulation: the responsibility for Hammond’s death would be Orson’s alone. As a pretzel disappeared into his mouth, Orson nodded agreement. The rest of the company, Orson among them, watched with amusement as the voodoo practitioners blessed their drums before pounding on them backstage for several days. He barely gave it another thought until, shortly thereafter, he gasped to learn that Percy Hammond had just died.”

One of these times I’ll tell you about my “big-aunt,” who was a “Kahuna,” a Hawaiian witch doctor.

makes you wonder…hugmamma.

4 thoughts on ““witch doctors,” do you believe?

    • Thanks for the great info! Will definitely check it out. Knew nothing about this topic until I read Orson Welles’ bio. Am now very interested in knowing more, especially about his Macbeth.

      hugs…hugmamma.

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  1. Awesome! Now that you’ve jogged my memory, I recall your having told us about being in the movie. Wow! You were a movie star, however short-lived. I don’t think I saw the movie, but now I’ll have to look for it, just to see you as the witchdoctor’s “stand-in.” You go, bro!

    hugs for ed, Hollywood “kahuna”…hugmamma.

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  2. Talk about witch doctor. I’ve got a story you will not believe only your crazy brother can pull it off!

    Lt. Robin Crusoe USN
    Film in Kauai, Hawaii 1964
    Released 1966

    Dick Van Dyke – Lt. Robin Crusoe
    Nancy Kwan – Wednesday
    Akim Tamiroff – Tanamashu
    Arthur Malet – Umbrella Man
    Tyler McVey – Captain

    As one of the island extras I played the part of the Umbrella Man (witch doctor) whenever it called for a dangerous scenes to be filmed. One of those scene was when the raft got struck with a torpedo with the chief and umbrella man on it. I remember they filmed that scene at least three times at three different locations around the islands, because of rough seas. At one of the sites they were setting up the site with the film crews out on a camera boat when all of a sudden the seas became rough, we had sea swells of twenty foot waves and one of the cameramen went overboard and drowned. At another site near Coco Palm Resort in Kappa, Kauai I and another extra who played the chief were on the raft about a hundred yards of shore in shark infested water when the raft started to break apart. It was hilarious, because this was not part of the script it was an accident. They filmed that portion showing me going down with the raft still holding the umbrella high above my head jumping up and down.

    I’ve had a chance to meet all of the actors including Dick Van Dyke and his family. Did you get a chance to see that movie?

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