Wednesday, August 21, 2013

THE FLAMES OF PARIS

THE FLAMES OF PARIS
Bolshoi Ballet at the Royal Opera House
17.08.13

An odd relic, this, first staged in Stalin's time, and revived in this century with a slightly different take on the revolutionary struggle.
On Saturday afternoon, we didn't even have the superstellar pyrotechnics of Osipova and Vasiliev to cheer. Nonetheless, there were many incidental pleasures, not least the handling of Asafiev's undistinguished score by the Bolshoi band under Pavel Sorokin [exquisite viola solo for the pas de deux].
The setting was monumental, with girdered tenements in the wings for Act Two, with acres of space for the interminable divertissements which ended each act. In the first, in the decadent court at Versailles, there was much traditional choreography, and nods to Lully in the music, with a nice minuet for Marie Antoinette [Olga Tubalova]. After the all-too-brief toppling of the ancien régime, with some of the best choreography for the excellent crowd scenes, the stage was cleared again for dances of rejoicing, including much crowd-pleasing athleticism from Valdislav Lantratov's Philippe.

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

NO WIT, NO HELP LIKE A WOMAN'S

NO WIT, NO HELP LIKE A WOMAN'S
Read not Dead at Shakespeare's Globe
04.08.13

It's 1611. Imagine Shakespeare, in London for the première of The Tempest, decides, through curiosity or professional jealousy, to check out the opposition at The Fortune, or one of the many private theatres in the city.
Would he have enjoyed this complicated, but often joyfully scabrous, tragi-comedy from the pen of bricklayer's boy Thomas Middleton ?
With hindsight, he might glimpse the future – a cynical, satirical look at London life that would later become Restoration Comedy. Sir Oliver Twilight, Savourwit, Lady Goldenfleece – you get the picture.
This three-hour rehearsed reading, coordinated by Jason Morell and using a huge cast, gave a pungent flavour of the style. The convoluted plot sees a boy narrowly escape marrying his sister, as a wife dressing as a Gallant Gentleman seeks revenge. Incest, same-sex marriage, given an extra frisson perhaps in the Jacobean theatre by the "boys, smooth-faced catamites" who played all five female roles...
Excellent performances from Abigail McKern as Lady Twilight [and a monoglot Dutch Boy], Ryan Early getting all his laughs as the servant Savourwit, and Michael Matus as Master Weatherwise, whose running Almanac gag was well sustained, right up to the closing lines, in which he shamelessly craves our applause:
The sign's in Gemini too: both hands should meet;
There should be noise i' th' air if all things hap,
Though I love thunder when you make the clap.
Few now know Middleton or his work – we've Shakespeare to thank for that – but it's pleasing to think that his jokes and his ingenious plotting were still capable of delighting a 21st century audience, deep in the bowels of the Globe, with a performance of The Tempest going on overhead …

Monday, August 05, 2013

THE INDIAN TEMPEST

THE INDIAN TEMPEST
Footsbarn at Shakespeare's Globe
01.08.13

An enthralling, magical Tempest "with a strong flavour of Kerala" from India via France and Portugal . A huge tent billows in the breeze from the river – its flimsy fabric will later make a mechanical dissolve from one scene to the next.
The storm gently rocks the little shadow boat; there are puppets, rush baskets, swirling smoke, a rainy storm cloud on a stick, a bird monster and a glorious goddess.
The acting company is eclectic – the noblest Prospero I have ever seen [Reghoothaman Domodaran Pillai ], a French Ferdinand – "D'où vient cette musique ?" [Haris 'Haka' Resic ], a mischievous Ariel – part Shakespearean servant, half temple dancer, [Gopalakrishnan Kundamkumarath]  and a blunt London Caliban from Artistic Director Paddy Hayter.
And Caliban is key to this intriguing production. As the Magician, candle-crowned, leaves the island, the indigenous thing of darkness is left with the undrowned book. Nervous of its power, he sets fire to the pages as the play ends.

Sunday, August 04, 2013

TREASURE ISLAND

TREASURE ISLAND
Cut to the Chase at the Queen's Theatre, Hornchurch
29.07.13

After last summer's Peter Pan, Stevenson's ever-popular story of "buccaneers and buried gold".
It is an amazing showspecially commissioned from Hornchurch favourite Chris Bond, with original music, largely inspired by songs and ballads of the period, by Steven Markwick, and a superb set by Claire Lyth.

It is Skeleton Island, of course, but gradually revealed, first as a jetty or promontory for the Admiral Benbow, then as the deck of the Hispaniola [a wonderful transformation] and finally as the lush, revolving tropical paradise.

Excellent work from the Cut to the Chase company of actor/musicianseven before the first entrance of the pirate band they are out in the foyer, posing for Instagrams and getting the younger punters onside in their quest for Billy Bones.

But here lies the only real problem with Bob Carlton's very enjoyable summer show. Is it aimed at the Cub Scouts with their glow-sticks and their pirate hats ? Stevenson's dark tale is faithfully served, at least in the First Act, and there's plenty of exposition and story-telling. Then, suddenly as flipping a switch, Sam Pay's Trelawny makes his entrance, and the whole mood changes to Blackadderish banter and silliness, as he and Dr Livesey [Sean Needham] recruit "wiff-waff" for their treasure quest. The whole thing seems to want to be an authentic eighteenth-century piece, with satire and popular songs, like The Beggar's Opera. Then suddenly there's a bouncy cheese-based number for Ben Gunn [Sam Kordbacheh] which wouldnt be out of place in Spamalot. And for those expecting a panto, the classic ombres chinoises operation routine ...

Much of the narrative falls to Dylan Kennedy's Jim Lad: an appealing performance, sweetly sung, but a bit of a wimp in this version. Much more ballsy characterizations from Alice Blundell and Sarah Mahony as the female pirates, and from Kordbacheh when he finally re-appears as Flint in all his swashbuckling glory. James Earl Adair makes a believable, multi-dimensional Long John Silversupported by a crutch and a scene-stealing parrot.

The script is often witty, with shreds of Stevenson for good measure. The music is greatLiliburlero, name-checked in the novel, is there, as is Fifteen Menand the big Brave Buccaneer number is catchy, though it could have used a bit more choreography.

A "perfect summertime treat"? Well, yes, apart from the very tiniest, the kids seemed happy with the pirates, the impressive storm, the swordplay and the exciting ending. And while liberties are certainly taken with the story, the spirit of Stevenson, and of the eighteenth-century stage, lives on in this enjoyable theatrical adventure.

Captain Hook last year, Silver this year. And in summer 2014 ? What about the Broadway Pirates of Penzance, with Kordbacheh bringing his dashing Depp to the role of the Pirate King ?

this piece first appeared on The Public Reviews