Issue 21 - 2005
Prompt Corner 
No "Prompt Corner" this issue
At the Back
The other Ian's off being international again, so what with the exceptional Quote of the Fortnight at the front of this issue, I thought I'd decamp to these pastures for a change.
It's been an insanely busy couple of months even by the standards of London theatre; I've been seeing six or seven shows a week in varying capacities since the middle of September. Amid such frenzy, it's easy to overlook the occasional review, especially when it crops up in an unexpected place within the publication (apologies to John Nathan for only now reprinting his Jewish Chronicle piece on Two Thousand Years), or to get muddled about opening nights (see box below). It's even almost understandable that, in the two weeks covered by this issue, space in the Financial Times could be found to print only one of the six reviews commissioned from me. (High Society, Shoot The Crow and Woyzeck appeared in a round-up piece for the FT's international edition which is available online, but as I explained a few issues ago, technically that means the reviews haven't been published in a UK newspaper and so fall outwith our reprint agreement.) But enough of these carps and cringes: let's apply such tactics to the actual productions.
Crass
Twice during this period, in fact, shows reduced me to a state of almost blind fury at their having - I don't think the phrase is too strong - pissed away their achievements in the closing minutes. The two shows could hardly be more different in other respects: Blue Eyes And Heels a taut three-handed drama set in the Soho medialand of its host venue, Road To Nowhere not even theatre in any real sense, its intellectual and emotional content arising from the reverberations between the rock songs being sung and the septua- and octogenarian members of the Young@Heart Chorus doing the singing. But in each case I found myself being drawn in over the course of an hour only to be contemptuously slapped around by an almost unspeakably crass final 15 minutes.
In Toby Whithouse's drama about a planned revival of TV wrestling, Martin Freeman's association with The Office is at first inescapable, although the role he plays here, middle-ranking TV man Duncan, is is less like Freeman's screen character than Ricky Gervais's David Brent. We move beyond these easy associations as it becomes clear that Duncan is a sly, two-faced git who will stop at nothing and sacrifice anybody to get ahead, and as both ageing grappler Victor (John Stahl, magnificent as ever) and production assistant Emma (Serena Evans) reveal how fervently they respond to the prospect of the series: it's all he has left, but she's appalled by it. In Emma's case, the link with domestic violence may be trite in itself, but is neither tritely written nor tritely played.
Then, with the climax, the most impassioned part of the play, comes the clunkiest writing, the most pointless melodramatic delivery and the most hackneyed pair of opposing mentalities imaginable, as Duncan and Emma start arguing about quality versus popularity in culture as if these ideas had never even been formulated before (never mind the illusory opposition between them banished 30 years ago by John McGrath's theories and practice), and as if these two could somehow settle the matter between them. That was what it had all been building to? I felt insulted by Whithouse, and I felt he had also insulted the actors to whom he had given such tired hysteria. I felt like flinging the writer around the wrestling-ring stage much as Victor does to Duncan a few minutes later, roaring to the audience, "What shall I do with him?" When the audience roared back, just like the crowd at a real wrestling match, it might have constituted a final clever object-lesson in Duncan 's cultural argument - that, at bottom, we do just want no-brain action - but it just hacked me off.
Chekhovian
As for Road To Nowhere, it's a joy "reading" the main body of the show. Rolling Stones numbers such as "Mother's Little Helper", "19th Nervous Breakdown" and "Ruby Tuesday" can contain new insight in their self-deprecation and anger from folk a generation older even than Mick Jagger, and can find an elegiac strain in the most unexpected places as "Paint It Black" becomes a lament against the dying of the light. Nor do the company tackle only baby-boomer-era material. U2's "One" becomes a cry that we need to feel love at any age, and Pat Linderme (75) brings a rasping, late-period Marianne Faithfull "seen it all and tired of it" quality to Radiohead's "Fake Plastic Trees". Running through the show is a current of sadness and sometime fury that these days the quotidian grind just never ceases. The Clash's "Lost In The Supermarket" grumbles at continuing consumer banality, and The Animals' "We Gotta Get Out Of This Place" is transformed into a searing indictment of seniors having to take McJobs just to subsist even in their twilight years. David Byrne would surely love the curmudgeonly directness with which the title number becomes infused as they sing "We're not little children/And we know what we want". If it seems odd that Young@Heart are appropriating the songs of their descendants' generations, think on this: of the evening's composers, John Lennon, George Harrison, Joe Strummer and three of The Ramones have already predeceased those onstage.
And then it all gets squandered. Now and again in the main show, one wonders whether the fundamental impulse on the part of (middle-aged) directors Bob Cilman and Roy Faudree is simply the novelty of incongruousness (they've said the group was founded as "a lark"), and whether the deeper content just grows out of that flinty soil with its shards of patronisation and even a germ of unconscious derision. The encore, alas, confirms it. After 60 minutes of sometimes almost Chekhovian musings, they shatter the mood with a segue of mindless feelgood numbers: a coy cough on the "giving head" lyric in "Walk On The Wild Side" signals that it's only a lark. 92-year-old Eileen Hall, who earlier brings an affecting tristesse to "Ruby Tuesday", bigs up her native city with "Maybe It's Because I'm A Londoner" and takes the lead on a fun-fun-fun rendition of "Should I Stay Or Should I Go". Dylan's "Forever Young", which if placed earlier could have provided a climax of the evening's integral poignancy, is reduced to weepie-exploitation. This is one of the few musical shows I've ever seen that I have felt actually deserved an encore, but the one programmed by Silman and Faudree taints all that has gone before, turning it to no more than diverting dross.
Canard
Similar, though more muted, disappointment with Ducktastic! I've long been a fan of The Right Size, holding their mid-'90s show Stop Calling Me Vernon (later cannibalised for the opening segment of The Play What I Wrote) to be the most fun I have ever had in a theatre. But this time it simply doesn't come off. Part of it, I suspect, may be due to director Kenneth Branagh, who hasn't shown many signs in his career of understanding broad comedy: there's a palpable difference here between Sean Foley and Hamish McColl's delight in Bad Gags, with capital letters, and jokes that are just not very good at all. Part of it may be that we neither know nor care anything about the lampooned Siegfried & Roy beyond their names, the fact that they're magicians and worked with tigers. We've never seen them, they have no iconic status in our culture; in this respect, it feels worryingly as if the West End is being used as a pre-Broadway tryout venue. Most tellingly, though, all McColl and Foley's best work has been not just as a double act, but essentially about being a double-act, whether Morecambe and Wise in The Play What I Wrote or two blokes stuck in a bathroom for 25 years in Do You Come Here Often? Here, there's no sense that Sassoon and Roy are bound together by anything other than temporary circumstance, or have any deeper archetypal dynamic than what the next bit of the show requires. It feels as if they're going for commercial success but losing sight of what it is that makes them so very special.
ERRRATA: In the forward listings of this issue, the press night for the Almeida production of The Hypochondriac is listed as Friday 18 November; in fact it's the previous evening. Similarly, the RSC production of The Canterbury Tales opens on 8, not 6, December. Apologies for these errors.
Ian Herbert : ian@theatrerecord.com
Contents / Reviews
London |
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BLUE EYES AND HEELS New play by Toby Whithouse |
Soho |
14 Oct |
5 Nov |
1371 |
BOTTLE UNIVERSE New play by Simon Burt |
Bush |
14 Oct |
12 Nov |
1373 |
BOYS' LIFE Revival of play by Howard Korder (Look At Me TC) |
Etcetera |
18 Oct |
6 Nov |
1376 |
CHICKEN SOUP WITH BARLEY Revival of play by Arnold Wesker (Nottingham Playhouse) |
Tricycle |
17 Oct |
19 Nov |
1375 |
A CLOCKWORK ORANGE Revival of play by Anthony Burgesss, from his own novel (Fer'vent Th) |
Broadway Studio |
11 Oct |
5 Nov |
1361 |
DR FOSTER New musical by Adrian Schiller |
Chocolate Factory |
20 Oct |
5 Nov |
1372 |
DON QUIXOTE New play by Mike Kenny from the book by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra |
White Bear |
20 Oct |
6 Nov |
1407 |
DUCKTASTIC! New play by Sean Foley and Hamish McColl (The Right Size) |
Albery |
19 Oct |
1377 |
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FLANDERS MARE New play by Zoe Lewis |
Sound |
14 Oct |
5 Nov |
1408 |
HEROES New adaptation by Tom Stoppard from Le Vent des Peupliers by Gerald Sibleyras |
Wyndhams |
18 Oct |
1402 |
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HIGH SOCIETY Return of musical by Cole Porter, with book by Arthur Kopit |
Shaftesbury |
10 Oct |
1351 |
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THE HOT ZONE New play by Nirjay Mahindru (Conspirators' Kitchen) |
Lyric Studio |
12 Oct |
15 Oct |
1370 |
HOW PLEASANT TO KNOW MR LEAR New solo show by Nicholas Parsons |
New End |
11 Oct |
21 Oct |
1408 |
LONGITUDE New adaptation by Arnold Wesker from book by Dava Sobel |
Greenwich |
10 Oct |
29 Oct |
1355 |
MARY STUART Transfer of revival of play by Friedrich Schiller, in a new version by Peter Oswald |
Apollo |
19 Oct |
1409 |
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MY NAME IS RACHEL CORRIE Return of new play from the writings of Rachel Corrie |
Royal Court |
14 Oct |
29 Oct |
1401 |
ON TOUR New play by Gregory Burke |
Royal Court Upstairs |
11 Oct |
22 Oct |
1362 |
ROAD TO NOWHERE New musical presentation (Young@Heart Chorus) |
Lyric Hammersmith |
20 Oct |
29 Oct |
1391 |
SHAOLIN MONKS: KUNG FU MASTERS LIVE New physical theatre/martial arts presentation |
Peacock |
18 Oct |
12 Nov |
1390 |
SHOOT THE CROW New play by Owen McCafferty |
Trafalgar Studios |
11 Oct |
10 Dec |
1364 |
THROUGH A CLOUD New play by Jack Shepherd |
Arcola |
13 Oct |
29 Oct |
1374 |
THE TRIAL OF SIR HENRY IRVING (LATELY DECEASED) New play by Andrew Shepherd |
Courtyard at Covent Garden |
13 Oct |
30 Oct |
1357 |
UNDERGROUND New site-specific piece by dreamthinkspeak, adapted from Dostoevsky |
Old Abattoir |
10 Oct |
13 Oct |
1358 |
WOYZECK Revival of play by Georg Büchner in new version by Gísli Örn Gardarsson |
Barbican |
12 Oct |
22 Oct |
1368 |
WYRD SISTERS Revival of adaptation by Stephen Briggs from novel by Terry Pratchett (Threadbare TC) |
Upstairs at the Gatehouse |
11 Oct |
29 Oct |
1354 |
Regions |
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BETRAYAL Revival of play by Harold Pinter |
Glasgow, Arches |
20 Oct |
5 Nov |
1400 |
HALF LIFE New play by John Mighton |
Glasgow, tron |
13 Oct |
22 Oct |
1399 |
MY MOTHER SAID I NEVER SHOULD Revival of play by Charlotte Keatley |
Leeds, WYP Courtyard |
13 Oct |
29 Oct |
1397 |
NIGHT MUST FALL Revival of play by Emlyn Williams |
Mold, Clwyd Theatr Cymru |
27 Sep |
15 Oct |
1397 |
THE REAL THING Revival of play by Tom Stoppard |
Edinburgh, King's |
11 Oct |
15 Oct |
1398 |
THE RIVALS Revival of play by Richard Brinsley Sheridan |
Bath, Theatre Royal |
12 Oct |
15 Oct |
1396 |
A TASTE OF HONEY Revival of play by Shelagh Delaney |
Edinburgh, Traverse |
12 Oct |
15 Oct |
1398 |
TWELFTH NIGHT Revival of play by Shakespeare |
New Wimbledon |
11 Oct |
15 Oct |
1395 |
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BABY JANE?: A CHAMBER MUSICAL New, by Lee Pockriss / Henry Farrell / Hal Hackady |
Glasgow, Citizens |
21 Oct |
12 Nov |
1401 |