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A Rip-Roaring Night Out

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

Farce is a comic form uniquely difficult to pull off on stage. From one of its most famous early examples in English theatre – the gulling of Malvolio in Twelfth Night – its success on stage (it’s very seldom particularly entertaining to read) depends entirely on timing, performance and staging. I’ve done everything from wept with laughter at particularly well-handled situations to sat stony-faced at productions that just fail to ignite at all.

Richard Eyre’s new production of Feydeau’s A Flea In Her Ear, thankfully, is closer  to the first category than the second. It is helped by Eyre’s fluent and pacey direction and his ensemble, which features the estimable Tom Hollander, fresh from his enormous success in Rev, and a fine supporting cast including the likes of Lisa Dillon, Jonathan Cake and Tim McMullan.

Feydeau’s play might, in the wrong hands, seem dated, but here it managed to amuse and compel throughout. Revolving around a stuffy businessman who’s having difficulties satisfying his wife, who believes he’s an adulterer and constructs an elaborate trap for him as a result, it has a carefully paced first act before a frenetic second act where farcical momentum is at last gathered, as the central characters are all trapped in a hotel of ill repute, ran by a manic Basil Fawlty-esque proprietor with military pretensions.

Hollander, doing manful duty in a dual role as the businessman and his lookalike, a drunken hotel valet, is superb, perhaps predictably, but all the cast are extremely strong. I especially enjoyed Cake’s swaggering would-be Casanova, whose romantic pretensions keep being undone by his incompetence. The Old Vic has been producing some genuinely great work recently, such as the fine revival of Noel Coward’s Design For Living, and I look forward to Anne-Marie Duff in Rattigan’s Cause Celebre and Kevin Spacey in Sam Mendes’ new staging of Richard III next year. This will serve as a marvellous Christmas treat until then.

Until 5 March. Old Vic, The Cut, SE1. www.oldvictheatre.com

Well Worth Watching

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

Herald Angel. Fringe First. Oliviers. These are just a few of the awards won by Black Watch over the past four years. Written by Gregory Burke and directed by John Tiffany, Black Watch was not expected to run for more than a week when it opened in a disused drill hall at the 2006 Edinburgh Festival. Now in its fourth year, it has established itself as one of the most significant plays of the past few years.

Black Watch tells the story of the famed Scottish regiment’s deployment to Iraq in 2004 through the eyes of six squaddies, returned from their second tour. The cast is made up entirely of native Scots (expect strong accents), with a starring turn from Jack Lownden, who is magnetic as the protagonist, Cammy. The Barbican Theatre has been transformed to accommodate the performance, with steeply banked seats flanking the stage, echoing the feeling of being at a military tattoo. The set is minimal, with the director choosing to use mime and dance to translate the story.

The story unfurls through a series of interviews, conducted by a journalist (Keith Fleming) in a Fife pub and continues to flit seamlessly back and forth from Fife to Camp Dogwood in Iraq. Innovative staging and welcome musical interjections set Black Watch apart from other verbatim accounts of terrible occurrences. The use of a pool table as both an armoured vehicle and a fox hole provides a deft link between the two scenarios.

Despite touching on the controversy surrounding the Iraq war, Black Watch is not an anti-war or political play, but about friendship. Burke cleverly avoids sentimentalising the characters’ plight with his use of black humour. The young and energetic cast, led by the clownish Fraz (Jamie Quinn) ensure that the audience never forgets that these are just a group of working-class lads, looking for some life experience. The most truthful line, “I fought for my mates” is almost the whole point of the play.

It would be impossible not to be moved by this tale of friendship and heroism. The message you come away with is good regiment, bad war. As the boys’ morale in Iraq wears thin, the effects on the men now sitting in the Fife pub become clear. They have been left emotionally scarred and with an underwhelming feeling that they don’t know what they were fighting for. Black Watch is truly must-see theatre.

Black Watch is on at the Barbican Theatre until January 22nd 2011. www.barbican.org.uk

An Ideal Entertainment

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

Oscar Wilde’s 1895 play An Ideal Husband has often been looked down on in comparison to his more famous masterpiece The Importance Of Being Earnest. As a piece of drama, it’s less obviously funny than Earnest, but what it lacks in hilarity (and in places it’s very amusing indeed) it more than makes up for in topicality. The plot concerns an apparently upright politician, Sir Robert Chiltern, who is widely tipped for Cabinet office. He has a loving wife, a louche closest friend in the shape of Viscount Goring and great personal wealth. This wealth, however, was acquired by his selling a state secret, which a figure from his past, the glamorous Mrs Cheveley, attempts to blackmail him with. Drama ensues.

Lindsay Posner’s handsome, intelligent and well-acted revival of the play offers a splendidly classy evening’s entertainment. There’s not much that the superb cast can do with some of Wilde’s more florid dialogue and melodramatic situations, but thankfully they bring a refreshing naturalism to it which tempers some of the innate theatricality of the situation. It helps that the play features some of Wilde’s most celebrated epigrams, including my own favourite, ‘Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.’

It’s always a joy when watching Wilde to see how the actors cope with the ornate and baroque dialogue, and the excellent cast rise manfully (or womanfully) to the challenge. Samantha Bond as the preening, calculating Mrs Cheveley is simultaneously sexy and rather terrifying, and Rachael Stirling and Alexander Hanson beautifully convey the trials of a loving marriage built, at least in part, on a lie. The outstanding performance however comes from Elliot Cowan as Lord Goring. Cowan sensibly plays the role as an intelligent, highly adept man whose witticisms and posturing are merely safety valves for containing his boredom. He also rose manfully to the challenge of a torn letter the night I saw the play, improvising brilliantly and hilariously. The other great comic highlight is provided by Caroline Blakiston as the dowager Lady Markby, who has an increasingly surreal monologue in Act 2 which just becomes funnier and funnier the longer it continues.

Post Downton Abbey, there seems to be a wide public demand for well-staged costume drama with pointedly witty remarks and venomous put-downs jostling for position. For everyone missing the adventures of the Granthams, this will come as a more than adequate substitute.

Until 19th February. Vaudeville Theatre, 404 Strand. www.vaudeville-theatre.co.uk

The Greatest Dane

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

It’s been a busy last couple of years for starry productions of Hamlet, what with David Tennant at the RSC, Jude Law at the Donmar, John Simm up in Sheffield and now Rory Kinnear in Nicholas Hytner’s new production at the National. This sudden spate of stagings might make even the most committed Bard fan slightly weary, except of course when it’s as gripping and vital as this.

Hytner’s first innovation is to set the play explicitly in a police state. All the characters are being watched, either by the ever-present CCTV or by the suited apparatchiks, forever muttering into their earpieces. The political undertones, so often soft-pedalled in performance, are here brought to the fore. Claudius – riskily but successfully played by Patrick Malahide as a vaguely Putin-esque despot – addresses his public speeches to ever-present  cameras. Dissenters, whether they’re the players, Laertes’ army or even Hamlet himself, are led away by armed men or threatened with torture. Against the ubiquitous sense of violence and paranoia, the question is asked, implicitly; ‘Does one man’s life really matter?’

The answer, thrillingly, is ‘yes’, because Rory Kinnear’s quite astonishing performance more or less redefines what an audience expects from Hamlet. Kinnear has a magnificent speaking voice, perfect comic timing and the rare ability to swing from high tragedy to low comedy in an instant. What he does here, and it’s both mesmerising and eventually highly moving, is to humanise Hamlet completely. His prince isn’t mad, or transfixed with incestuous desire for his mother, or an impotent wretch unable to avenge his father’s murder. Instead, he’s a young man devastated by grief who gradually comes to realise his destiny is one suffused by violence and loss.

This energetic, intelligent staging moves at a tremendous pace throughout its three-and-three quarter running time, keeping the action as gripping as any modern political thriller. It’s always tempting fate to come out with superlatives, but I can’t remember seeing a clearer, more gripping or more emotionally rich production of this great play.

A Faustian Pact

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

The Faust myth seems to be all the rage in London at the moment, what with the ENO’s recent production of Gounod’s The Damnation Of Faust and now this new staging of the oft-told story by the Icelandic company Vesturport. It is, however, more than likely that you won’t have seen anything quite like this kinetic production, which cheekily takes its ‘adapted from Goethe’ tag and twists it until it almost yelps. At the same time, anyone who’s seen Vesturport’s earlier stagings of Woyzeck or Metamorphosis will know that they’re in for a visual treat.

The first twist on the Faust legend is that, rather than a young man searching for the secrets of the universe, the scene opens on a retirement home where an old actor, Johann (Thorstein Gunnarsson), entertains the other residents with hammy Shakespearean recitations and lusts after the beautiful young nurse, Greta (Unnur Osp Stefansdottir). As fate would have it, the devilish Mefisto (Hilmir Snaer Gudnason) appears, in acrobatic form, to offer him a deal – his soul for earthly achievements – and, in time-honoured style, Johann agrees.

To say much more would spoil the remarkable achievements and surprises of the multi-talented Gisli Orn Gardarsson’s production, which moves from laugh-out-loud hilarity (there’s a running joke involving Faust’s name straight out of Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein) to deeply moving scenes towards the end, as Johann comes to realise the true price of the bargain he has struck. The score by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis proves key, moving from moody atmospherics to banging rock to heartbreakingly beautiful piano-led lamentation. This is classy, funny and often viscerally thrilling theatre. On the night I saw it, the audience reaction at the end was more like that of a particularly successful gig than a conventional play. You’re unlikely to have much more fun on a night out in London at the moment.

Until 30th October. www.youngvic.org

Quintessentially Recommends: Theatre

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

A look at some of London’s theatrical highlights this autumn…

1. Birdsong – Comedy Theatre, London

If transposing Sebastian Faulk’s novel masterpiece into a stage play is like turning a painting into a sculpture, then they’ve created a very impressive sculpture indeed – one that conjures up something of the unimaginable horror, the disbelief and fractured comradeship of the First World War. See it for John Napier’s startling designs – true to life reproductions of desolate, wartime landscapes – and for the exceptional performances on display, especially Ben Barnes emotionally effective portrayal of the lonely English protagonist Stephen Wraysford.

2. Yes, Prime Minister – Gielgud Theatre, London

Though the set-up is better than the final pay off, there is still much too much to laugh at in director Jonathan Lynn’s stage version of one or our funniest sitcoms. Henry Goodman, master of high-definition acting, is notably outstanding, delivering those delightfully impenetrable speeches with superb panache, while Jonathan Slinger works a dream as the endlessly harassed, cruelly put-upon private secretary Bernard.

3. Blithe Spirit – Apollo Theatre, London

Sarah Frankcom’s revival of Noël Coward’s 1941 comedy, Blithe Spirit is about the need to be in touch with your inner child, and what happens when you marry someone who isn’t. Writer Charles Condomine’s deceased first wife unleashes hell when she is brought back to life by medium Madame Arcati, setting off a chain of events that subtly veils this high-spirited romp (well served by Liz Ashcroft’s art deco design) with a very poignant missive.

4. Kiss Me, Kate – Community Production – Potters Bar

This fringe version of Kiss Me, Kate, the Tony Award-winning musical is set in Baltimore in 1948. This perfect marriage of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew and Cole Porter’s witty, sophisticated lyrics and unforgettable melodies, has ensured its reign as one of the greatest musicals ever produced – and probably Porter’s finest. Songs include ‘Too Darn Hot’, ‘So in Love’, ‘Brush up your Shakespeare’, ‘Another Op’nin Another Show’, ‘We Open in Venice’ and ‘I Hate Men’. Box Office: +44 (0)7770 871 140

5. Educating Rita – Trafalgar Studios, London

This swift-moving tale is director Jeremy Sams dramatisation of Willy Russell’s scabrous Scousers, namely Shirley Valentine – ‘Saint Joan of the fitted kitchen’ – and the bright, smart and perky hairdresser Rita. Laura Dos Santos is brilliant in her portrayal of Rita as she travels into the murky realms of drama and literature, goaded by her own Professor Higgins – the alcoholic self-loathing and sulky tutor Frank.

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