Sunday, October 06, 2013

CALL MR ROBESON

CALL MR ROBESON
Tayo Aluko and Friends at the Tristan Bates Theatre, the Actors Centre

Paul Robeson loved London. He first played Othello at the Savoy in 1930 [then something of a novelty – 35 years later Olivier was still blacking up for the Moor].
Now, fresh from the Labour Party Conference fringe in Brighton, he's back in the heart of theatreland, in a compelling monodrama written and performed by Tayo Aluko, as part of an extensive UK tour.
"Call Mr Robeson; A Life with Songs" begins with 78rpm crackle as Aluko makes his imposing entrance, singing Nobody Knows The Trouble I Seen. It ends with more crackle, this time for Goin' Home as the ageing Robeson leaves us with a quotation from the Shakespeare – "Speak of me as I am …"
The emphasis is very much on Robeson the man – a fighter, a socialist, fiercely proud of his African roots, his preacher father born in slavery. No false modesty about his successes, either, academic, sporting, and artistic.
Aluko is no Willard White, but has a pleasant baritone voice, which makes a powerful impact in this intimate space. He is a genial host, charmingly explaining away his "very good friends", honest about the women he loved. But the narrative is tellingly punctuated by moments of raw, uncontrollable emotion: the death of his mother in a fire when he was just six years old, his brutal initiation into the racist world of college football.
Phil Newman's ingenious setting reflects the diversity of the singer's influences and experiences. In the middle of the floor, a huge label from the original disc of Goin' Home. And all around, little piles of memorabilia – framed photographs, books, letters – each grouped round a flag.
It's good to be reminded of his lifelong love of Soviet Russia, his views on the Spanish Civil War, his happiest days staying in Wales as a guest of the miners. And of his radical, outspoken attacks on the injustices in US society.
We relive some of his key speeches – he was a noted orator at Rutgers – in the Royal Albert Hall, in Kansas, and before the notorious Un-American Activities Committee. In one of the most dramatic moments, he sings Ol' Man River [written especially for him] to a union rally as rioters surround the grounds and a police helicopter circles deafeningly overhead.
This kind of unrelenting pressure, and nine years house arrest, fuel Robeson's paranoia, leading to a suicide attempt in a Moscow bathroom, which is movingly but unsensationally staged. As an old man, he begins to realise that his work, and his struggle, are increasingly marginalised, his name all but forgotten.
It is this neglect, of the civil rights legacy as well as the artistic achievement, which this unique theatre piece seeks to address.
Call Mr Robeson is directed by Olusola Oyeleye, with Michael Conliffe at the piano deputising for Paul's longtime collaborator Lawrence [Larry] Brown.

this piece first appeared on The Public Reviews

THE RISE AND FALL OF LITTLE VOICE

THE RISE AND FALL OF LITTLE VOICE
Cut to the Chase at the Queen's Theatre, Hornchurch
30.09.13


There can't be many who have never encountered Jim Cartwright's fable of fame and misfortune, either in the National Theatre production, or the countless revivals, or the Michael Caine movie. It's even on the school syllabus ...

Now Hornchurch stages the story of how opportunity knocks twice for shy songstress Little Voice, in the very different persons of Ray Say, small-time impresario, and Billy from BT with his love of lighting.

The heart of the piece is the uncanny ability of this introverted ugly duckling to reproduce the voices she's heard on the treasured vinyls her father left her. Kate Robson-Stuart is splendidly convincing on both counts: a mousy, tense figure in a dressing gown, she almost effortlessly evokes the divas on the discs, from Garland to Streisand.

Musically the highlight has to be the karaoke medley in her triumph at the seedy club, Jean's Hammond organ ousted by proper backing tracks for a stunning tribute to Dame Shirley, Norma Jean, Our Gracie, the Little Sparrow …

Dramatically, the piece really comes to life when things get nasty, the LPs go out of the window and the family home goes up in flames. LV's row with Ray, which she conducts entirely in snippets of song, is very effectively done as they stumble down the stairs.

We are greeted with 45rpm record labels projected onto the ceiling, and the main set is an evocative recreation of 90s Northern, though the bedroom especially seems remote, making the lovely Bluebird scene where Ray sweet-talks the child into performing in public a little less powerful than it might have been. And not all of the accents are spot on, even for an unspecified "northern town".

Ray is played with just the right blend of sleaze and ambition by Simon Jessop; LV's awful mother Mari by Anna Skye, who convincingly captures the fecklessness and the despair of her character. David Morley Hale makes an excellent club compère, and Elliot Harper is a sweet young Billy, who uses his electrical skills to give Little Voice a fitting finale, complete with smoke and digital lanterns way ahead of their time.

But the award for best support has to go to Bibi Nerheim as dumpy Sadie from next door, with her frumpy clothes and her catfood armpits. I can't imagine that role being done better.

The Rise and Fall of Little Voice is directed by Bob Carlton, with Steven Markwick in charge of the music.

production photo: Nobby Clark


this piece first appeared on The Public Reviews

Thursday, October 03, 2013

THE GOD OF CARNAGE


THE GOD OF CARNAGE
Theatre at Baddow
02.10.13


One kid bashes another with a stick. Teeth cracked, lip swelled.
The four parents meet to talk it over. The art of co-existence is lost, courtesy proves a waste of time. Battle fronts are re-drawn along gender lines.
Yasmin Reza's comedy of manners is very French, culturally and linguistically. Christopher Hampton's translation is sometimes sloppy [who says "a former marriage" ?] and the intellectual tenor of the conversation is alien to us Brits.
So it's enormously to the credit of TAB, and director Mike Nower, that this is such an entertaining evening. Nuances of pace and mood are handled with confidence and style. Production values are high.


It helps to have a cast who know what they're doing, of course, and there are excellent performances here: Chris Piper is the lawyer, clearly not a willing participant, his Blackberry forever buzzing, talking to big Pharma as he pigs that endangered species Clafoutis. His toilet fittings duologue with Roger Saddington is priceless. He plays Michel, father of the injured party – his hamster monologue one of many delights. His academic wife [Andrea Dalton] is nicely contrasted with Sara Nower's brilliant Annette, smug, polished, until her nerves get the better of her and she throws up all over the coffee table books – Kokoschka has to be treated with Mr Clean and Kouros.
The design [David Saddington and Mike Nower] is superb. Blood red wallpaper, the colour subtly echoed in the costumes and the props.

Wednesday, October 02, 2013

THE LIGHTNING CHILD

THE LIGHTNING CHILD
at Shakespeare's Globe
29.09.13

The last offering this season, and the first musical to be written for this space.
Like Gabriel, the cross-over hit with Alison Balsom, it's not so much as play as a collection of disparate scenes. The writer is Che Walker, whose much-liked Front Line hit the Globe in 2008, again with music by Dr Who actor Arthur Darvill.
It's based on the Bacchae, so there is Greek drama, including some of those splendid speeches where are all the action has already happened elsewhere. But there is sex and gore on stage, too, notably when Pentheus is ripped apart by the Maenads.
But we also have, in no particular order, sloaney girls sharing a flat, Billie Holliday with Lester Young, two deadbeat junkies, Caster Semenya and Neal Armstrong.
The story is told by "Ladyboy Herald" [engagingly played by Jonathan Chambers], who tells us that time is like a multi-layered cake. You certainly need your wits about you, as characters come and go – more heraldic counsel: Don't try to make sense of all this – think about it on the train home …
There are excellent actors involved [mostly from the Macbeth company]. Bette Bourne totters around in drag as Tiresias, Phil Cumbus is superb as one of the junkies, Finty Williams has some great speeches as Agave, Clifford Samuel is amusing as the macho Pentheus who brings out his feminine side, and Colin Ryan is hilarious as the boy soldier who happily defects to the Dionysian camp.
Much of the piece is about gender – cross-dressing is rife, and even the junkies' dog is called Cleopatra. The Dionysus versus Apollo storyline surfaces every so often.
But Matthew Dunster's rag-bag production, at nearly three hours, is just too big a slice of the layer-cake.