INVINCIBLE
The Original Theatre Company and the Theatre Royal Bury St Edmunds at the Mercury Theatre, Colchester
28.04.2016
for The Reviews Hub
Social class is at the heart of much British comedy. Ayckbourn, in particular, is master of the awkwardness, the inferiority complex, the snobbishness and the culture clash.
Torben Betts' play mines much the same seams. A bourgeois couple have downsized, thanks to the recession, from London to the terra incognita of the North. He's a redundant civil servant; she's a Buddhist, Marxist artist. Seeking to integrate into their new milieu, they invite a couple of neighbours round for drinks. She's a perma-tanned dental receptionist; he's a pot-bellied postman. And the scene is set for excruciating misunderstandings and increasingly heated exchanges of views. As, for instance, when anti-Blair Emily attacks the politicians who risk the lives of “misguided, ignorant” troops in foreign wars, only to find that Alan and Dawn are patriots, 110% behind our boys, not least because they have a personal link to the conflict. Or when Alan seeks Emily's expert view of his paintings.
They're stereotypes, of course, but beneath the clichés lie substantial back-stories, and it is these which will drive the second act into darker, more tragic territory.
Two events occur almost as soon as they arrive. A confessional moment sees them confused in a gloriously awful misunderstanding, beautifully handled in the writing, and in the performance here.
And this is the turning point, when deeper feelings come to the surface and the personal, and political, divide widens between the middle class, who will survive despite everything, and the “real people” whose lives are destroyed.
A fine quartet give rock solid, pin sharp performances.
Graeme Brookes is the boorish, boring Alan. He makes him a sympathetic character, despite his many faults. His great loves are his paintings, his cat Vince [for HMS Invincible, hence the play's title] and his glamorous wife Dawn [Kerry Bennett]. All of them taken from him by the new couple next door. Oliver, cricketer and civil servant is played by Alastair Whatley as a wet liberal who cannot share the socialist passions of his “highly strung” partner, beautifully characterized by Emily Bowker.
Christopher Harper's production skilfully suggests these two couples who speak without listening, whose relationships have become tired. The groupings for the many confrontations are brilliantly appropriate. The scenes, some of them quite short, are linked with patriotic airs, from Pomp and Circumstance to Sailing By. The audience are drawn in to these troubled lives, moving from knowing laughter to total involvement.
Victoria Spearing's convincing, lived-in design is introduced by a little model train, travelling through tiny wooden towns on the apron before coming to rest amongst the other toys, to be tidied away before the guests arrive.
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Sunday, May 01, 2016
Sunday, September 08, 2013
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW
Shakespeare's
Globe on Tour at the Theatre Royal, Bury St Edmunds
05.09.13
This
week the grubby red and white circus tent is pitched on the stage of
the wonderfully restored Regency playhouse opposite the brewery. This
touring Taming of the Shrew opened in Portsmouth back in June, and
has played "wet and windy Cambridge" and "boiling
Malta" amongst many other venues. It'll finish in Singapore ...
This
is a predominantly young company, enjoying the doubling and the
disguises. A chirpy, cheeky style, reminding us of what Shakespeare's
"little eyasses" must have been like, the boy companies who
were so popular with the play-going public.
Christopher
Sly, the drunkard who is duped in the Induction, is a cocky Geordie
Kate Lamb, later Katerina, more than a match for Leah Whitaker's
swaggering, flowing-maned Petruchio – "I am rough and woo not
like a babe," she assures us with a knowing look and a
bone-crushing handshake. Their first encounter is tense and
tentative; Kate is almost eager for their first kiss, but her
submissive speech in the closing moments cleverly wrongfoots
Petruchio, who is clearly appalled by her effusive abasement, and is
reluctant to pocket his winnings.
Excellent
comic support from the company, including Remy Beasley as Tranio and
Becci Gemmell as Lucentio, Joy Richardson as the Widow and an
asthmatic, cricketing Gremio, Olivia Morgan as the two blondes
[Biondello and Bianca], Nicola Sangster as Hortensio and Kathryn
Hunt, with a variety of throaty chuckles, as, amongst others, a
long-suffering Grumio and a lovely Yorkshire Baptista.
Joe
Murphy's production has many moments to relish, Kate being left at
the church, the horseburgers in cardboard cartons. Corin Buckeridge's
music is well used [these are multi-talented actor/musicians] –
some catchy period songs, a cello for the wedding party, Kate's siren
sax to herald the jig. But, rather like the costumes – hunting
pink, concert-party flannels, seventies wedding suit – the music
lacks a cohesive style. Petruchio as aviator [flying goggles –
Grumio his mechanic] is a nice touch for "what happy gale blows
you to Padua ?"
It's
a decade since the last all-female Shrew at the Globe, but only last
year that Toby Frow's production was the hit of the season. Best if
you can put those two out of your mind, and imagine this fresh and
feisty show on a warm evening outdoors, with strawberries in your
hamper to match those Bianca shares on stage – Minack in Cornwall
will be their last al fresco date !
this piece first appeared on The Public Reviews
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