Poems 2016

Salvation

He always made doughnuts
Thousands of them
Alongside doughnut lassies

Sugar, lard, eggs, milk (evaporated)
Water flour, baking powder, salt
Ground nutmeg

Amongst mortars, mines, lead (assorted)
Wire, weapons, water and blood
Ground spirits

For bellies that lay flat on scorched earth
For mouths drained by oaths and fear
Watching as the Pain Cars inched by

While we mother hens and chicks
Wove in Nests, precious care parcels
With eager hands and keen intent

Shirts, pants, socks, chocolate,
Soap, paper, stationery
Home ground

Before exhausted souls staggered
Yellowed munition hands begging
For charity at home

But Beth never ate our doughnuts
She waited for one from the front
Made specially for her.

Abandonment

You deserted us, for You Tube illusions and an easy life
Made by others
You lined the pockets of our tormentors to make them strong
And us weak
You let others do the fighting for you
While you rest, and are fed.
The women who bore you, the old men who taught you
Look on, in despair
As our girls are preyed upon, and the fields lie unplanted
Those too sick to move plead for  our aggressors’ compassion
In the absence of yours
Our dignity, our beliefs are not worth your struggle
Leaving those least able, to do the most.
Our future disappears over the horizon
As you leave us condemned to live the past.
If you had built fences rather than try to scale them
If you had bravely faced the enemy – as you faced the sea
We would be together now, pride intact.
Instead you beg for yourselves there
While the old, the sick, young mothers and children
Lie abandoned here.

The Journey

Uttoxeter

Stoke

Manchester

Liverpool

Bolton

Blackburn

Blackpool

Preston

Lancaster

Kendal

Penrith

Carlisle

Gretna Green

Lockerbie

Hamilton

Glasgow

Cumbernauld

Stirling

Bannochburn

Dunblane

Auchterarder

Perth

Pitlochry

Aviemore

Culloden

Inverness

Cromarty Firth

Cairngorms

Braemar

Ullapool

Stornoway

 

 

The Blue Men of the Minch 

Gliding, their lithe forms wait silently

For the foolish and the hapless

Sentinels, guardians of the deep, they be,

 

When calm, as male mermaids they rest and play

Shadowy shapes, just out of reach, jostling

Jousting, watching, benign and fey.

Some say they were Picts, daubed in that hue

Others that they were Viking slaves in costume blue

But wherever was their place, whatever was their station

They now patrol in eternal damnation.

 

For their quarry to leave Loch Broom

And the Westerlies to arrive drawn by the Moon

So they can leap from feisty foam

Storm Kelpies rising in the spray

To hunt their prey to have their say

Their price for mercy from the brine

Is , when challenged, for Captains to respond in rhyme

And if  Blue Men do not catch

A couplet whose words just do not match

As the sea horses rear, and the wind doth blow

So their captives, they drag below

From their duty they never flinch

The dreaded Blue Men of the Minch.

 

For Sheila

 

You will walk with me no more on these streets which held so much promise

Once. Long ago.

I want to tell you about Stephen, and James

I want you to smile at what I did not appreciate, but do now

I want you to tell me that it is okay to buy that coat- and that you like it.

I want you to say that Portobello has become good again- and aren’t the  garlic breads big?

How I wish you were irritating Sarah by advising her on Stanley’s child care. He’s a bonny boy.

How I wish that fate had not dealt you such a cruel hand

Things are going on as if nothing had happened- it’s the way, isn’t it?

You would have liked Paphos.

I have changed the hall and bedroom

You wouldn’t like it

The Potteries

Made here

Pots and porc’lain

Fashioned by nimble hands

Wedgewood found fame amongst the smoke

In Stoke


 

Bright glare blazed outside

Patio bricks oozing heat

Our Saturday treat

Dan Yr Coed

 

Where Red Kites soar

No strings attached

And the Severn turns about face

A place, between

 

Where earthly things are ruined

In rubble and dry locks

And the hills hover,

Watching, and waiting

 

Where time is measured in rising falling light

Not the sweep of a second hand

And the rain hesitates

For a moment.

 

Dave

 

A politicians peccadilloes  are a wonder to behold

Particularly those from the privileged, Eton and oxford fold

On a night out

Those from the compo’s , might play with a traffic cone or two

Placed on the head, thrown over the hedge, or used as a temporary loo

But the Galveston club, is somewhat more refined

It is where the toffs, and the young gentry, dine

And although Dave likes sleek Sam in high heels, how she totters!

He’s also quite partial to a set of hairy pink trotters

Those big luscious  lips, the fetching curly tail

Makes something in Dave’s libido, start to whine and wail

And if it grunts nicely making him feel the special one

He’ll whip his own sausage out for a bit of porcine tongue

When this was reported it was dismissed as porky pies

But the great British public knows its swine and how to take the rise

He hogged the headlines, all else stopped, even Jeremy became a boar

Whilst facebook and twitter put their snouts in the trough, foraging for more and more

Now his actions may have been ham fisted, but his intentions I am sure were pure

Let us just hope that as PM that his thoughts have now been cured

 

 

 

Le Pen

 

All that it takes is a brush, rushed

 

A choice, to find a voice

 

Or a silencer

 

At a stroke, a line, bullet straight

 

Poised, for the noise

 

Of confusion

 

Expression and repression

 

Pouring automatically from the muzzle

 

Escaping, leaking ink, distorting

 

Born free, yet chained

 

This is my truth, tell me yours

 

Of what you can do instead of what you do do

 

Arms linked, fingers crossed

 

Friday Saturday Sunday and Monday Morning

 

I did not hear of it until Sunday morning

Instead slumbering while explosives murmured and air frame metal  snorted

Tuning in, mid-story, is confusing

Who what where when and why?

A bit like being there

Fragments travelling to the nearest body

Yet reaching far beyond

Moments in motion

 

I did not hear of it until Saturday morning

Instead slumbering while Kalashnikovs, murmured and bombs snorted

Tuning in, mid-story, is confusing

Who what where when and why?

A bit like being there

Fragments travelling to the nearest body

Yet reaching far beyond

Moments in motion

 

I did not hear of it until Monday morning

Instead slumbering while Mirages murmured and bombs snorted

Tuning in, mid-story, is confusing

Who what where when and why?

A bit like being there

Fragments travelling to the nearest body

Yet reaching far beyond

Moments in motion

 

I did not hear of it until Friday afternoon morning

Instead working while Kalashnikovs murmured and bombs snorted

Tuning in, mid-story, is confusing

Who what where when and why?

A bit like being there

Fragments travelling to the nearest body

Yet reaching far beyond

Moments in motion

 

 

And I wondered how often this would be repeated

 

You try your best, but despite it all

Yearning for the time before your fall

When a day could be lived without sharp pain

When a night was measured in hours, not minutes

Again and again

Neighbours come and go, with a wave and a cursory smile

“I like your coat they trill- unaware of your guile

But when the front door closes, when the walls come tumbling in

That is when the fear starts of what the day will bring

 

Church

 

I don’t care much for Church

Our Christening Party outnumbered

The congregation many times over

And I wondered who was joining who

 

His robes older than the pews

The vicar conjured bonhomie and boredom

Unfamiliar hymns blared amplified

As if volume was enough to disguise bland dirge

 

There were no notices

Perhaps no-one cared anymore

 

 

 

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The Damned United – Derby Theatre

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I did not attend this production as a neutral observer. As a teenager I watched Clough manage his great Derby side at the Baseball Ground, then later admired his triumphs with Nottingham Forest, found his television appearances as a pundit unmissable, and was at Portman Road for his final game as a manager. I found David Peace’s book to be amongst the best ever written about football, and the film a very good effort at bringing him to cinema. So it would be fair to say that my expectations were high, my critical faculties sharply tuned. Could the play seal a treble?

This run opened at the West Yorkshire Playhouse, which was brave. Leeds was hostile on his appointment as manager of their club, and it went downhill from there. By contrast, here at Derby, he was on home turf, the tiered seating of the theatre doubling for the Popside. In Derby they named a road after him, in Leeds the players and fans would have liked to have buried him under one.

Clough as a character has all the ingredients of great drama. A promising playing career cut short by injury leaving him with a burning desire to prove himself. Rags to riches success with Derby and Forest. “The Fall” at Leeds. The bromance with Peter Taylor, and the personal demons which both drove, and haunted him.

It is difficult , over forty years on, for those who were not around at the time, to grasp the grip that Clough had on the then contemporary football psyche. “Big ‘Ead”, along with Malcolm Allison, paved the way for the modern celebrity manager of whom Mourinho is the most obvious heir.

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The Glory Days

 

 

The now levelled Baseball Ground was a cauldron of emotion and noise, the Popside the cheerleaders from the terraces, the upper seated tiers stamping their approbation, Cloughie the conductor to the faithful’s chorus. It was a working class theatre where triumph and failure unfolded, and heroes and villains played their parts. From the age of those in the opening night audience, many had come to relive their long lapsed roles. The ghosts of those now far off football battles returned as Mackay, Nish, Davies, and Hector once more confronted Giles, Bremner, Hunter and Charlton on the pitch, while Sam Longson and Manny Cussins watched from the Directors box, and Don Revie pored over his dossiers. The love of the Ossie Road End, and the disdain of the Gelderd End, was nostalgically evoked.

Anders Lustgarten’s new stage adaptation attempts to convert what has previously worked so well on page and screen, to stage, in this Red Ladder production. As with the book, the drama is of Clough’s fateful 44 days at Leeds and his essential, but flawed working and personal relationship with his assistant, Peter Taylor, played with laconic fortitude by Tony Bell.

Andrew Lancel’s Clough is troubled, brash and vulnerable, slave to his passion for footballing success, and his dependence upon alcohol. Derby County’s players are balletic masked figurines. Leeds United’s are anonymous mannequins. Lustgarten’s production aspires to Shakespearean tragedy for this production, and largely delivers it. Lancel has to carry numerous soliloquy’s, only briefly interspersed by scenes with Peter Taylor, and the Derby and Leeds Boards, in a performance of energy, commitment and intelligence.

The set, comprising four white lines and a table, supported by video backdrop, with soundscapes by Isobel Waller-Bridge and Nina Dunn, is brilliantly realised by designer Signe Beckmann, and lighting director Tim Skelly. A strong multi- role cast provides a fine squad with John Graham Davies as Derby County Chairman Sam Longson/ Syd Owen/ Bolton, Tom Lorcan as McKenzie, and Tony Turner as Manny Cousins/Jack Kirkland. Davies portrayal of Leeds’ Syd Owen is a comic delight and an essential counterpoint to his new manager’s bombast.

Lustgarten’s script is far closer to Peace’s novel than Tom Hooper’s film version, jumping back and forth between the Derby glory days and the black ones at Leeds. To those unfamiliar with the story, this could be occasionally confusing, but so long as you remember that when Taylor is on stage they are in Derby, and when Clough is on his own they are in Leeds, the narrative works.

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The Clough family, most notably represented by locally resident son Nigel, currently managing promotion chasing Burton Albion to join Leeds and Derby in the second tier, has been steadfastly hostile both to Peace’s book, and Hooper’s film. I doubt whether they will be found in the audience for this production. Which is a shame, as the play celebrates Clough’s achievements and portrays his flaws and temporary downfall (he was to spectacularly rise again at Nottingham Forest) in an Everyman sense, not as personal spite. An omnipresent bottle of scotch whiskey is a reminder of his alcoholism, the language is often crude male machismo, but the story is skewed more in favour of his glory days at the Baseball Ground than his Leeds agony. This is no hatchet job.

Clough was an intensely private man behind a brash façade with more front than Buckingham Palace. The latter trait was consummately exploited by Lancel, in a portrayal which eschewed any attempt at mimicry or imitation, in favour of getting to grips with the essence of a man, bereft at the sudden loss of his mother, and obsessed with money, even at the expense of his right hand man Taylor.

Rod Dixon’s lively production falls just short of extra time at 85 minutes, with no half time interval, and is an authentic and compelling sketch of one of football’s greatest characters. In parts, the statistics heavy dialogue, whilst mirroring Peace’s method and intent, is at the expense of the drama. The cognoscenti know the detail, the non-football fan doesn’t care. And the finale is a little awkward. But the passion of the man prevails culminating in the finest moment of the play when Clough and Taylor part for Leeds and Brighton. The unspoken cry from the audience is; “ Don’t!”

Clough leads out a less than enthusiastic Leeds team

Clough leads out a less than enthusiastic Leeds team

As the cast took their bows the applause rolled down the aisles with an intensity more commonly associated with a vital league win, than an opening night. Derby people know their theatre as well as they know their football, as the heightened response to Tony Bell’s bow as Peter Taylor bore testament to. Of course Lancel took the plaudits, not only for his performance but on behalf of a bona fide local legend.
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After the curtain calls and an interval, the cast and director took an impromptu question and answer session which was very well attended and provided numerous gossipy titbits. Some Leeds players had attended the West Yorkshire Playhouse performances, including Peter Lorimer and Norman Hunter, at which Don Revie’s name was called out and Clough was  (playfully) booed by some, and Tony Bell had met with Peter Taylor’s daughter who had provided several insights into her father and confirmed that it was Clough’s attitude towards Taylor’s remuneration which had irreparably breached their relationship. The Clough family are still hostile to the project.

Andrew Lancel was particularly interesting and honest during this session, emphasising the scale of learning and performing the part and demonstrating a depth of talent far beyond his enjoyable “Bad boy” role in Coronation Street as Frank Foster. He is also fleet of foot in handling questions. When I asked him to what extent the play was about football, and to what extent it was about personal tragedy, he replied;” What do you think?”

This is a fine attempt to bring the drama of football to the stage, and it is to the credit of both Red Ladder Theatre and Derby Theatre and Sarah Brigham that they have succeeded so admirably in doing so.

The Damned United runs till Saturday 16th April.

Director and cast take questions after the performance

Director and cast take questions after the performance

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.

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Annie, Wolverhampton Grand Theatre

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“Annie” seems to have been around forever, but in fact premiered on Broadway in 1977 making it a more modern musical than most imagine. Based upon the Harold Gray comic strip “Little Orphan Annie”, with music by Charles Strouse, lyrics by Martin Charnin, and book by Thomas Meehan, its libretto is well supported by a strong score of which “Tomorrow” , “It’s the Hard Knock Life” and “Easy Street” have become standards.

Any production pivots on the success of the roles of Miss Hannigan and Annie. Taking up the challenge are Lesley Joseph, whom I have seen tackle this role some years ago, and is a safe pair of hands, and Elise Blake, who is suitably cute and endearing.

The plot is saccharine sweet American schmaltz. A loveable little red-haired orphan escapes the clutches of comic book evil orphanage keeper Miss Hannigan to win the affections of hard- nosed wealthy businessman Oliver “Daddy” Warbucks. His granite exterior soon cracks for the little girl- yet her desire to discover her roots cannot be thwarted. The dialogue zips along with a number of good jokes, often at the Democrats expense, Donald Trump would approve. We are also never far away from a song or a dance to recharge our batteries in a show whose energy levels are impressively high.

Events unfold in 1930’s New York against a backdrop of the Great Depression, stage designer Colin Richmond has produced a versatile, colourful set which impresses, without being over elaborate. The set changes with stage furniture are slick, morphing from orphanage, to back streets ,to billionaires mansion, in a blink of an eye.

Lesley Joseph is the star turn, and in this characterisation, tunes down the malevolence, turns up the drunkenness, and allows Johnny Fines, playing her partner in crime brother Rooster, to take the crown as chief baddie. Rooster is ably assisted by Djalenga Scott as his girlfriend Lily, who is funny, scheming and ekes the maximum both out of her supporting role, and legs which seem to go on forever..

Elise Blake is all that you could want from an Annie. Her relationship with Daddy Warbucks is convincing, her performance confident, but vulnerable, and her naïve joie de vivre neatly counterpoints Miss Hannigan’s increasing frustration as Annie enjoys the good fortune which has eluded her, and yes, she and all the orphans hit those top F #’s in “Hard Knock Life”!  “Tomorrow” is beautifully sung, a song of hope for the young, a lament for the old, and is to the show what “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” is to “The Wizard of Oz”.

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For some legs of this tour Craig Revel Harwood has taken the part of Miss Hannigan. Unsurprisingly the production delivers choreography of the highest standard driven by choreographer Nick Winston . Four teams perform the child parts, the Rockerfeller Team were present on this opening night, and Winston produces several memorable set pieces, the highlight of which is the Broadway pizzazz of “NYC” towards the end of the first half.

Not only is the choreography sharp, inventive, and performed with gusto and brio, the singing is also unusually strong too, both individually, and collectively. I should make special mention of understudy Callum McArdle’s Daddy Warbucks, whose vocal performance was mellifluous and an absolute delight. Opposite him, Holly Dale Spencer shines as his PA, and love interest, Grace Farrell, singing and dancing with aplomb, and carrying the best dress of the evening, an emerald evening gown, with some style.

This is wholesome, accessible, entertainment for the whole family and a revival far superior to the last tour I saw with Joseph in it. The dance has been ramped up significantly, and the score is beautifully arranged by Musical Director George Dyer who slips from Vaudeville to New Orleans Dixie effortlessly, besides the big Broadway production numbers which boom with New York style.

Justly evoking a standing ovation for the curtain call, catch this show on its run till Saturday 9th April, it will make you feel good.

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.

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Look Back in Anger – Derby Theatre

 

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This is a very special presentation . Not only is it a 60th anniversary production, but John Osborne also worked at Derby Theatre, lived locally, and set the play in the locality. Legend has it that it was written in 17 days in a deck chair on Morecambe Pier. It was certainly inspired by Osborne’s ill-fated marriage to local actress Pamela Lane and the death of his father, Thomas.

Director Sarah Brigham’s production is neither a period piece, nor a modern interpretation. The striking set by Neil Irish reproduces a faithful facsimile of 50’s living space disappearing into doorways which gape into a black void into which the cast disappear and reappear as a header tank and piping hovers overhead.

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The beating heart of this play is the Angry Young Man, Jimmy Porter, whose soliloquys and philosophy dominate proceedings. Patrick Knowles inhabits the character admirably delivering his trademark tirades with aplomb and conviction. His ambiguous relationship to his father in law, Army Officer of Empire Colonel Redfern (Ivan Stott) is pivotal. Does he hate him- or want to be him?

Porter’s wife, Alison, is the face of a disintegrating marriage, as boredom, angst, pregnancy, miscarriage and infidelity overwhelm her. Augustina Seymour imbues the character with dignity and poise, her post miscarriage visit to Jimmy is particularly harrowing, her drab clothes and drab countenance perfectly matched. Opposite her Daisy Badger is the perfect femme fatale as friend and love rival, her cut-glass accent as sharp as her red pencil skirt and jacket. Amidst the conflict, flat mate Cliff (Jimmy Fairhurst) metaphorically, and physically, wrestles for Jimmy’s attention.

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Some of the impact of its original performances is inevitably lost on modern audiences. The kitchen sink set, vibrant language, and anti-authoritarian tone are now familiar, even if the off- stage trumpet lament is not. Colonel Redfern bemoans the good old days which he has experienced, and lost, Jimmy bemoans the good days which he has never had, mirroring the post war uncertainty and crisis of identity experienced by the country.

Porter’s misogyny, and his wife’s response, feel anachronistic to a contemporary audience. Is Porter the disenfranchised voice of a generation, or just a spoiled, grieving young man, lacking empathy? To what extent does Alison stay with him because culturally that is what women did in unhappy marriages at the time, or was it just that emotionally Osborne could not write his female characters in more rounded fashion?

Brigham’s production neatly offers the questions without seeking to provide answers in a fulfilling and rewarding revival. My only criticism was that the diction and volume of Fairhurst and Knowles occasionally dipped making it difficult to hear. Nevertheless, this is a powerful and worthy revival of a fine work with a defining place in theatrical history- runs to Saturday 26th March.

 

Gary Longden

 

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.

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Party Piece- Grange Players, Grange Playhouse, Walsall

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****

Although author Richard Harris is relatively unknown to the general public, his writing has figured in numerous hit television series and stage shows. For television, he was a regular contributor for forty years, from 1960 to 2000, writing for shows like The Saint, The Avengers, The Sweeney, A Touch of Frost, and Darling Buds of May. Some forty of his plays have been performed for stage. Thus his grasp of drama, and comedy, is a given. The only variable is the production. Harris fans will see similarities with one of his earlier plays, Local Affairs.

Events unfold in the back gardens of two adjacent neighbours, as Doctor Michael and his wife Roma’s fancy dress house-warming party descends into disaster and chaos, incorporating a notable shortage of guests, a shed engulfed by smoke, and an aerodynamic Zimmer frame. Grange Players have located the action in Walsall. Martin Groves and his team have done a marvellous job creating a back gardens set with full rear elevations, incorporating all manner of associated horticultural paraphernalia, and a mural of a Walsall church.

Next door, an elderly woman is being persuaded to sell up by her son, David. Mrs Hinson is curmudgeonly, scheming, duplicitous and has a Zimmer frame which her long suffering daughter in law suspects is for cosmetic sympathy purposes only. Her downtrodden, over-mothered only son David,  (Christopher Waters) stoically battles with his mothers’ foibles, not least of which is her refusal to accept his wife Jennifer (Liz Webster), while trying to improve his mother’s (bad) humour. Jennifer does not like being ignored, or being compared to David’s previous consorts, resulting in regular mutual sniping, culminating in her launching her mother in law’s Zimmer frame into the distance with considerable enthusiasm.

Rod Bissett as Dr Michael portrays a neurotic, fastidious man with an excessive estimation of his own talents, which sadly do not include an ability to procure defrosted food for a barbecue. His wife Roma,(Jill Simkin), struggles to help him to rectify this omission, and his serial other shortcomings, to repeated comic effect. She ends up as deflated as her squashed top hat. He ends up as a man on the edge.

Only two invited guests actually turn up to the barbecue, Toby (Andy Jones) and man-hunting Sandy, (Louise Farmer). Both milk the most from their supporting roles, the former, in a kilt, after free food and booze. The latter, after “up –for- it” men, sporting tight white shorts which are somewhat hotter than the barbecue, a rather good Welsh accent, and some good jokes. Both inject vital energy into the second half script.

However it is the abrasive and formidable long standing resident Mrs Hinson, wonderfully played by Sheila Grew, who steals the limelight. Initially she neither appreciates her upwardly mobile new neighbours, nor the gentrification of the area, until the benefits of having a doctor next door for her numerous ailments dawn on her. Her own property and her persona are perfectly matched- frayed around the edges.

Liz Webster, Christopher Waters and Sheila combine formidably in the first half to garnish a slight script with amusing bickering, and acid asides. The plot is enlivened overall by two unseen figures; David’s first wife Rosemary, who stalks Jennifer through Mrs Hinson’s rose tinted memory, and burly Gareth, husband of randy Sandy, who stalks the party as his arrival, and the consequences, are anticipated.

This is escapist fun, with improbable, implausible plot twists, cross-dressing, and a big fat smile on its face. Director Martin Groves and producer David Stone have realised a fast-paced farce that depends upon rapid exits and entrances, timeous sound effects, and perfect verbal and physical timing. It delivers in spades, and with plenty of laughs. Party Piece runs to 19-03-16, returns only for this sold out show.

Gary Longden

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Visitors, Sutton Arts Theatre

 

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 Sutton Arts company is as inspired in its sourcing of new work to perform as it is in producing it. Having unearthed the little known gem “Mind Games” by Anthony Horrowitz last year, this year they have found Visitors, the debut play by Barney Norris, first performed in 2014 for which he won the Critics’ Circle Award and Offie Award for Most Promising Playwright. Only twenty nine years old, Oxford graduate Norris is also a published poet and novelist.

 

Remarkably his youth has not stopped him from tackling a story which is ostensibly about dementia and old age, but is underpinned by an examination of love.

 

Set in a farmhouse on the edge of Salisbury Plain, Wiltshire, we are introduced to pensioner couple, farmer Arthur, and Edie, in the home they have lived in throughout their long marriage. They are to enjoy no balmy sunset to their lives, as Edie’s memory, and health, deteriorate. Carer Kate, with problems of her own, tries to make things better, awkward son Stephen makes things worse, as he pushes his parents to sell up and put his mother into a care home.

 

But this is no depressing two hours watching the misery of others.  It is much harder to write interestingly about happiness than it is about misery, and it is the former task that Norris undertakes, and succeeds in.

 

Norris was inspired by two themes when writing this play, the love  his grandparents had for each other, and the moral questions raised by the financial collapse of 2008.  What do we value? What really matters? His lyrical prose subtly juxtaposes with the jarring dislocation of dementia, drawing humour and wit, as well as evoking poignancy and lament. The beautiful Wiltshire countryside is an ever present and tranquil backdrop to Edie’s developing dementia. A holiday on the Dorset coast is meticulously and fondly recreated, a memory of love, happiness and moment, the image of a white wedding dress cascading like champagne over a waterfall quite exquisite. Things which cannot be bought, and can never be lost. Individualism is eschewed in favour of self-sacrifice, and sharing.

 

Edie and Arthur’s generation preceded the “greed is good” era with Arthur working the land, and material possessions secondary to their lives. As such their story is, in part, a snapshot of a time almost gone, of rural life, and of distances. The distances between birthplace bound parents and upwardly mobile offspring, and the distances and silence that dementia can create. It is also about the value, and joy, of sharing, and of marriage and of love. As Edie starts to ebb away those virtues are thrown into only greater relief. Norris boldly examines love beyond   lust, infatuation, longing, meeting, and parting, into the experience of what loving someone looks like, what it means. Although the temporal virtues of belonging and permanence fade, a sense of the glory of love takes its place.

 

Director Barrie Atchison is associated by numbers with his skill at producing farce. Here he demonstrates his grasp of pace in quite different ways. Silence, gaps, pauses, and distance are all used to profound effect. His task was not made easy by an absence of stage directions, props and set scheme by the author, the script being presented to him almost as a radio play. However this has afforded him maximum leeway in putting his own stamp on a production which could be subject to quite different interpretations. He delivers a drama of beauty, part funny, part tender, part lament for loss of people and a way of life. A life in which we are all just “visitors”.

 

Dexter Whitehead plays Stephen with great sensitivity taking him from thoughtless grasping offspring to a denouement which garners our sympathy as his fortunes shift. Carer Kate (Kira Mack) injects youthful vitality into her role, countering Arthur’s experience of working on the land with her own “woofing” ( working on organic farms!). But it is Len Schofield as Arthur, and Dorothy Goodwin as Edie who are the beating heart of this production, and as Edie’s physical and mental faculties fade, so her insight increases, culminating in a beautiful, laconic, elegiac closing soliloquy, faultlessly and tenderly delivered as the stage spotlight fell, then dimmed on her.

 

Visitors is a hymn to love, and  a plea for us to reassess and recalibrate our lives. It runs till Saturday 19th March.

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.

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Bouncers & Shakers, Dudley Little Theatre, Netherton Arts Centre, Dudley

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Dudley Little Theatre (DLT) are in their 62nd year of performing, and this production, one of four a year they stage, was a shrewd choice.

Written by John Godber in 1977,  it has been subject to a number of revisions. Godber is now claimed to be the third most performed English playwright after Shakespeare and Ayckbourn, a tribute both to the quality of his writing, and  his popularity. This production incorporated the companion piece Shakers, co-written with his wife Jane, as the first Act, with Bouncers presented as Act Two.

In both pieces the four women, and four men, respectively, assume multiple roles, accents, and the opposite gender to tell their stories, but Shakers is more than “Bouncers for Girls” and serves both as a convincing stand- alone story, and effective counterpoint to its older brother. They also utilise the effective dramatic device of opening and closing their stories as an ensemble, speaking in rhyming verse, frequently addressing the audience directly in Brechtian style.

Shakers itself is a late 80’s trendy cocktail brasserie, providing a platform for the four waitresses to tell their story, arriving onstage to the Human League’s “Don’t You Want Me”, apt for both the time and the opening line. The recreation of the era, and place, is painfully accurate. Bored floor staff struggle to complete their shift as awkward, lewd, aloof, groping, rude customers impede the smooth running of their evening. The cross-gender characterisations are dramatically even more effective for the women, than the men. For the men, seeing big burly bouncers affect feminine mores is comic in itself, sometimes impeding the message in the script. For the women, physically, this is less so, particularly as producer Lyndsey Parker has them androgynously dressed in trousers, waistcoats and flats. Julie Bywater, as Carol, captured male mannerisms particularly well.

Bouncers is set inside and outside Mr Cinders nightclub. My recollection is that every town had one, offering belligerent doormen, desperate males, indifferent women, and disgusting toilets. Comedians Hale & Pace had huge success with a routine involving doormen, and the script anticipates their interpretation, as the Inbetweeners  television series  echoes the base coarse reality of men behaving badly on a night out. John Lucock’s Lucky Eric is the pick of the bunch, ageing, careworn, philosophical, but ready to rumble at a moment’s notice. The scene where the bouncers, as women, dance around their handbags is a hoot, but the dramatic tension is sustained by the premise of those wanting a good time versus those stopping them.

If you remember Dragonara Casinos, Chelsea Girl, C&A and chicken in a basket, you will wallow in the nostalgia which this production faithfully, and lovingly recreates. The dialogue is funny, authentic, quick fire and poignant, relying for its appeal on the gritty, amusing realities of a night out clubbing  delivered by a strong cast supported by a sympathetic period soundtrack and a simple but effective stage set from Fred Waller. I do hope that as the run continues audiences will grow for this excellent production.

 

Bouncers and Shakers  runs until Saturday 12th March. Come and see this production- if the door staff will let you in.

 

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.

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Figaro Ges a Divorce, WNO – Birmingham Hippodrome

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Birmingham on a cold, early Spring Thursday night tends to offer a languid indifference to the world as it prepares for the weekend. But this Thursday offered something special. After a week in Cardiff, this was only the second auditorium ever to see the new opera, “Figaro Gets A Divorce”, which enjoyed its world premier less than a fortnight ago.

 

The score was written by the Russian-British composer Elena Langer to a libretto by David Pountney, and is created   as a sequel to Mozart’s 1786 opera The Marriage of Figaro based on the 1778 play by Pierre Beaumarchais.

 

Opera fights an ongoing modern battle to win new audiences, and is at the mercy of a familiar theatrical paradox. Big audiences favour the familiar, established, successful opera, but in order to survive and appeal to new audiences, new work must be written to take the performance test that the classics first had to pass.

 

Pountney sets his cast in a time of forced migration, flight and revolution, a grand theme with a contemporary resonance. The plot itself is proven opera territory, star-crossed lovers turn out to be related, a woman’s child bearing desires are frustrated, lost fortunes are lamented, and an evil Major preys on the refugees with murderous results. Familiar characters from Marriage of Figaro are given new life, and new futures as they are tested by their challenging new circumstances. Pountney’s libretto is strong on narrative, with a colloquial, contemporary, feel, yet sometimes fails to match the poetic lushness of Langer’s score.

 

Langer’s Russian musical tutelage produces an eclectic, diverse aural montage.Although the orchestration is the same as for Mozart’s Figaro, with a few additions, the music eschews overt references to Mozart and Rossini in favour of Janacek and Weill, but is most at home in the night club scene.

 

Ralph Koltai’s set is a delight, with huge swivelling flats rotating, and closing in, to dramatic effect, Sue Blane’s costuming is sassy and sumptuous. Pountney also directs, the stand-out sequence being a brilliant travelogue taking them on a journey by train, car and boat, as well as across desert and snow driven wastes with inspired help from Langer’s score.

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Vocally, and dramatically, the cast excel. Tenor Alan Oke as the double agent Major is the star of the show, combining psychopathic malevolence and comic elan.

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Technically, soprano Marie Arnet’s brilliant Susanna sings flawlessly, has the best dress to wear, and glides effortlessly from frustrated aspiring mother to night club chanteuse. Young lovers Angelika, ( soprano Rhian Lois ) and Serafin, s (mezzo-soprano Naomi O’Connell in a travesti role) perform, and duet wonderfully, although their narrative is a shade underwritten in a show that is barely two hours long.

 

Operatic finale’s tend to either offer a big finish, or a poignant stripped down farewell. Pountney offers the latter, which I found somewhat perfunctory, albeit perfectly formed, as the Count and Countess await their fate.

 

A first viewing, and hearing, of a new opera is a demanding experience, particularly when performances are still in single figures. Yet it was a tremendously impressive and rewarding experience driven by the accomplished and enthusiastic stage cast and a disciplined and pleasing score, sensitively brought to life by conductor Justin Brown. The performance was warmly received by the adventurous operatic devotees who did attend, it is just a pity that their number was so modest, underlining the problems of bringing new work to audience.

 

WNO have undertaken a gigantic enterprise, and triumphed. The national tour, including Barber of Seville and Marriage of Figaro continues, dates at: https://www.wno.org.uk/whats-on

 

Gary Longden

 

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.

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A Murder is Announced- Lichfield Garrick Theatre

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The British love a murder a mystery, and Agatha Christie epitomises the genre at its best. The plays, like the novels, draw heavily for their appeal on period settings, and mores which may always have been more artistic creation, than fact. A shocking murder, solved by a curious old lady, in well- dressed middle class settings, with secrets that will out, is the formula that works, and is one which is skilfully exploited by Middle Ground Theatre Company who have been combining a programme of classic and alternative drama since 1988 with an increasingly impressive roster of acting talent.

“A Murder is Announced” was written in 1950, reprising an earlier short story “The Companion”, and features detective stalwart Miss Marple, whose character has been reimagined contemporaneously in the hit television detective series “Vera”. It was around ( depending on how you count) Christie’s 50th novel. Even then, the fealty of her followers was legendary, and it was an instant success with its established, and proven, melange of ingredients. Leslie Darbon has adapted this for the stage.

At the centre of the story is a startling conceit. In the Personal Column of the Chipping Cleghorn Gazette is an advertisement : ‘A murder is announced and will take place on Friday October 29th, at Little Paddocks at 6.30 p.m. Friends please accept this, as the only intimation.” Miss Marple (Judy Cornwell) arrives to unravel the murderous consequences.

Cornwell is best known for her portrayal of Daisy in the TV sit-com “Keeping Up Appearances” and imbues her Miss Marple with vim, eccentricity, and warmth as she knits, spinning out her purls of wisdom, in tweed skirt and sensible shoes. Christie’s legendary legerdemain means that working out the identity of the murderer is futile, instead it is best to sit back and enjoy the well-crafted drama. Jennifer Helps costuming is a delight complimenting a satisfyingly appointed drawing room offering luxurious comfy chintz sofas and armchairs.

Rachel Bright steals the show as Julia , looking gorgeous in elegant figure hugging dresses and with secrets to hide. But as Inspector Craddock, Tom Butcher also shines in a three piece suit and an intellect which his ponderous mannerisms initially obscure. It is a large cast, some twelve strong, and unusually for Christie, a comic figure in the guise of Mitzi is included, a role which Lydia Piechowiak clearly enjoyed playing as much as the audience enjoyed her performance of the role.

The story, directed by Michael Lunney, and 1977 adaptation, does veer between period charm, and uncomfortable anachronism. Full further education grants, the Police dismissed as “Gestapo”,  dodgy foreigners  and “Leftie” writers, all feel like a long time ago now, but the world of Agatha Christie sets its own agenda and is part of the appeal. The audience enjoyed the show, but its profile was steadfastly of pensionable  age. Whether Christies’ murder mysteries will attract a new generation of theatre goer is by no means certain.

Runs until Saturday 27th February and continues on National tour.

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.
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The Great Gatsby – Derby Theatre

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F Scott Fitzgerald’s novel is a literary classic, one which transferred well to the cinema but which rarely appears on stage. Blackeyed Theatre have sought to put that right with an adaptation by Stephen Sharkey which incorporates song, dance and live music.

Victoria Spearing’s set eschews detail in favour of minimalist tiered white blocks, seemingly straight out of IKEA , and back projection images with the colour and glamour for the production coming from the lavish and stylish costume design by Jenny Little.

The story is a century old, the theme older still, of a love that cannot be, nestling in decadence and deceit. The cast have to work hard, acting, singing, dancing, and playing instruments, and apply themselves with energy and dexterity. “Gatsby’s theme/Party music” opens the show as an ensemble piece, setting the tone, leading to a series of enjoyable musical set pieces of period standards. It stops short of becoming a musical as the music and songs play to compliment the mood, rather than advance the narrative.

 

Adam Jowett excels as a charismatic Nick Carraway, narrating the story as it unfolds. Tristan Pate revelled in the unappealing character of Tom Buchanan. Celia Cruwys- Finnigan is the star of the show as Daisy, shimmying and sashaying around in the best dresses, and generally looking gorgeous, but it is Stacey Ghent’s Myrtle who has the most fun.

 

Sharkey’s script is a decent stab at translating the page to stage, with the poetry of the prose nicely to the fore, but challenging F Scott Fitzgerald’s vision of the story as a novel is a pretty impossible task. The strong student contingent in the audience will have much to reflect upon in assessing this rare staging of the novel. Sharkey’s affection story is self-evident, but this adaptation fails as a stand alone entity. The cast have too much to do beyond acting, and the singing individually, and collectively fails to convince too often.

 

This production is bold in its conceit, and innovative in its approach, a credit to Director Eliot Giuralarocca, and Musical Director and arranger, Ellie Verkerk and runs till Saturday 13th February then continues on national tour.

 

Gary Longden

 

For further information on The Great Gatsby on tour visit http://www.blackeyedtheatre.co.uk

 

This review first appeared in Behind the Arras, abridged, where a comprehensive collection of reviews from the best of Midlands Theatre, from a range of reviewers, is available.
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