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Thursday, November 21, 2013

M R JAMES GHOST STORIES

M R JAMES  GHOST STORIES
Nunkie Productions at the Cramphorn Theatre, Chelmsford
19.11.13

We've forgotten the power of candlelight to chill and to enchant.

This simple, potent device is exploited by R M Lloyd Parry, whose one-man storytelling shows recreate the King's Cambridge room where M R James [to whom he bears an uncanny resemblance] first told his classic stories of the supernatural.

The simple staging, most of it in deep, eerie shadow, allows us to concentrate on the words; each story sounds fresh and spontaneous, as if we had been invited to listen to it for the first time of telling.

The Ash Tree is a creepy tale of witches and revenge, which takes place around the Suffolk country house of Castringham Hall. Lloyd Parry, candlelight glistening on his spectacles, economically suggests glimpsing the creature, finding the corpse, opening the coffin. And the counter-tenor and lute – Black Is The Colour – is an inspired choice of music to set the mood.

The second story, also set in East Anglia, is the more famous Whistle and I'll Come to You, a more subtle, far scarier affair altogether, with golf and archaeology on the Suffolk coast as a background to the terror.

A tour-de-force of the story-teller's art, and I'd certainly travel to hear him again, perhaps in a more suitably spooky setting. Hemingford Grey, maybe, or Suffolk's Otley Hall, or the Leper Chapel in Cambridge ...

photograph by Ruth Horry

Saturday, November 10, 2012

COUNT MAGNUS


COUNT MAGNUS
Nunkie Productions at the Cramphorn Theatre
03.11.12

To mark MR James's 150th anniversary, Robert Lloyd Parry can't resist adding a coda to his Ghost Story Trilogy – two more tales from the master of the genre, both set in Northern Europe, and both from the earliest collection, first published in 1904.

In the Cramphorn darkness, four candles gutter, their flames reflected in glassware and spectacles. This is the only light for this atmospheric one-man show; Mr Lloyd Parry, the embodiment of the Provost of King's in his gloomy study, the only actor. Those ghostly figures behind him just overcoats on a hat-stand.

Number 13, set in Viborg, is an intriguing tale of an inn; the landlord and the lawyer next door both skilfully brought to life.

Count Magnus [a real historical figure, apparently] in the second story is the sadistic, satanic Swedish Count whose remains are unwisely disturbed by the over-curious Mr Wraxall, a travel writer who is pursued to deepest Essex by the spectre of Magnus and his diabolical companion, to meet his demise at Belchamp St Paul.

The Dies Irae crashes in, the houselights come up, and we can breathe again. Though a niggling memory of the dancing devil and the hooded fiend will stay with us long after Lloyd Parry has moved on to Bath, Buxton and Hemingford Grey …