The Visitation Reveals the Game In All Art
Photos by Carly Hoogendyk, courtesy of The Visitation
Are games art? It’s a familiar question (honestly, a thoroughly exhausted question) that’s generally proposed in connection to lengthy, redundant debates as to whether games (videogames specifically) should be given the same legal protection as other means of creative expression. At this point, I think it’s a foregone conclusion that this take is reductive and off-base. But whatever. A more appropriate question today would be: how does interactivity define a work of art?
There are many ways of tackling this, from taking a one-word suggestion at an improv show to the terrifying collapse-of-society’s-thin-veneer monkey antics of this year’s The Square. But it’s a question that essentially rounds out the cast of The Visitation, the new immersive theatrical experience currently running at the Wyckoff House in Brooklyn—New York’s oldest building and a place where I would literally live in the 1600s full-time before I’d spend a single night there alone.
The conceit of The Visitation is simple; the execution anything but. As the audience gathers in a central room of the preserved Dutch house, two priests enter and are debriefed on the situation. This family believes their daughter is possessed by the Devil. The priests promise to help as best they can after they decompress from their journey. As soon as they split in different directions, it’s up to you who to follow. The Reverend George Wake (Daniel Harray), a man said to have communicated directly with God? The Reverend Francis Prideaux (Brian L. Evans), a new priest eager to be on the case? You could follow either Brian Gunter (Ben Gougeon), the gruff father of the house, or Marion Gunter (Virginia Logan), its reserved mother. You could enter the room of Anne Gunter (Rae Haas), the afflicted, or you could follow the taciturn servant Patience Massingberd (Yurie Collins). You can switch between any of the intersecting storylines at any time, or you could just wait in an empty room until the story comes to you. But there is absolutely no way to watch all of The Visitation. Not at once. If you went back enough times to catch every individual scene, you’d still have seen dozens of different shows.
To say much more would be to spoil the terrifying Nathaniel Hawthorne-meets-The Exorcist tale. Or, at least, the story as far as I know—many times I’d follow a priest into the grounds only to hear a scream from indoors, and would stand in the doorway torn between the two. (My mother used to see school plays at least twice to see what she missed the first time around. She’d be back for every performance of this show.)