Showing posts with label mercury young company. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mercury young company. Show all posts

Thursday, August 25, 2016

ROMEO AND JULIET (ABRIDGED)

ROMEO AND JULIET (ABRIDGED)
Mercury Young Company
at St Martin's Church, Colchester
20.08.2016

A memorable Shakespeare from the Mercury Young Company.
The tragedy of the star-crossed lovers is well suited to these teenage actors, and considerably enhanced by a high-concept production in an historic setting.
These walls were old when Shakespeare penned his play; St Martin's was already standing when those two noble households squabbled in Lombardy. Beneath the lively feet of the players, do real families lie in long-forgotten vaults?
The action begins on Capel's Monument, with lilies and the statue of pure gold. Above the heads of the lovers, a cascade of folio pages hangs suspended. There is music – three band stations around the church – and movement, with running, dancing and fighting all around us. We, the groundlings, must move from one acting area to the next, gently propelled by the company. And there are many striking stage pictures – couples casually draped in window recesses, in the chancel, where we do not venture, Juliet is several times silhouetted against the East Window as she is dressed for the ball by her nurse, or scolded by her father. The warring factions, moving apart as the Prologue ends, confront each other across the Nave. Romeo lingers on the monument as Juliet watches him depart … “...thou look'st pale...” Stained glass dapples the ancient wall with colour. There is downlight through the hanging pages, uplight through grilles, smoke too – no doubt it all looks very different in the “mask of night”.
So the emphasis in Filiz Ozcan's, inspired, imaginative staging is not always on the text. The music – MD Matt Marks – has many company members turning their hand to the multiplicity of instruments. There's an accordion, a triangle, a harp for mourning, and percussion sticks for the fighting – very effectively done with wooden “fiddlesticks”, and tiny red petals for the blood.
Despite the acoustic (the sung words are largely lost), the verse is clearly delivered, with excellent performances from many in the large cast. Ivy Dillon is a convincingly naïve Juliet, the dashing Peregrine Maturin-Baird gives a superbly assured Romeo. Freya Leslie makes a bold Mercutio, Alfie Lawrence a fine Tybalt, shrugging off his tunic as he leaves the stage – the costumes cleverly blend ancient and modern. Tom Campe impresses as an eloquent Paris. The smaller parts, too, are often tellingly done: Flavia Ferretti's Balthasar, say, or Sophie Chivers' Ghostly Father, dropping his herbs in astonishment, or Jess Cuthbert's lovely Nurse, amply rewarded for her pains by a generous Romeo.

Production image: Robert Day

Friday, August 22, 2014

THE WALL

THE WALL
Mercury Young Company
at the Mercury Theatre, Colchester
21.08.2014


As part of their commitment to the community they serve, the Mercury's creative team works with young performers, from 16 to 25 years old, to bring a performance to the main stage. The youngsters are not all on stage – the band, and the backstage team, are drawn from this pool of local talent.
Last year it was Quadrophenia, this year's it's Pink Floyd's The Wall. Roger Waters' tale of isolation and oppression has been through many transformations since the vinyl double album charted in 1979 – not least the Floyd's own mega-theatrical performances, and the Alan Parker movie of 1982.
Gari Jones's new version is tailored to the strengths of this energetic company. An effective chorus – groupies or stormtroopers – and three Pinks to support Perry Baird in the lead role, a reclusive rock star largely modelled on Waters himself.
The impressive design – Sara Perks – is spare, with many bricks missing, an upper level for the band and the “secret location”, much smoke and a gauze curtain of bricks, used to superb effect for the spectres at the top of part two - “Hey You!”.
More than a hint of the stadium in the lighting and the big numbers, but plenty of stronger, subtler ideas too, like the balletic ombres chinoises or the young schoolboy Pink in his fever downstage, connected in agony with his older self “holed up” in his eyrie.
Strong vocal work from the principals, and some excellent instrumentals from the band [MD Robert Miles]. Some of the ensemble movement work could be sharper, and the weight of numbers sometimes made the story hard to follow – not that the narrative thread is especially clear in any case; this is not Tommy.
“Does anyone here remember Vera Lynn?” - almost certainly not, and, though there were obvious Floyd fans amongst the audience, this prog-rock classic must be as remote as Puccini to the young cast.

It's a demanding score, operatic and fragmented, but the quality of the performances, and Gari Jones's epic vision, makes this a striking theatrical exploration of apocalypse and youthful angst.

production photo: Robert Day