Archive for March, 2018

Love Me Now (Tristan Bates Theatre)

Posted: March 30, 2018 in Theatre

 

Writer: Michelle Barnette      Director: Jamie Armitage

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When the woman at the centre of Michelle Barnette’s play asks her new casual sex partner what their relationship can be, he replies: “it can be anything you want it to be”. She (known simply as “B”), the modern, liberated woman, is in control, but using what freedom that she has been given to gain what she really wants is not as simple as it may have seemed.

“Now” is the key word in the title of this excoriating new comedy, which rips apart 21st Century courting rituals and asks what, if anything, have women truly gained? As B, Helena Wilson resembles a learner driver stuck behind the wheel of a fast-moving juggernaut; she is assertive, but dithering and confused. She conforms to contemporary stereotypes, having a successful career, treating sex as a recreational activity and practicing yoga just for the sake of photographs on Instagram. Her nemesis comes in the form of a man known as “A”.

In naming (or, rather, not naming) her primary characters, perhaps Barnette is telling us that A still comes before B. Alistair Toovey’s A exudes boyish masculinity, boasting that B is just one of six current sex partners. The new order gives him a rather good deal of no-strings sex on tap until he is ready to find himself a homemaker. His misogyny is implied more than stated, but it is made clear that his brute force could always overpower a woman such as B.

When B starts to wonder how she rates alongside A’s next Tinder date, sparks start to fly. She talks of “reclaiming” her virginity and reflects that what she wants most of all is someone to cuddle up next to in bed at night. Perhaps, we think, the prim and proper Victorians had got it right after all.

The 75 minute one-act play is at its strongest in its middle section, when A and B, confined together because of a jammed door, tear into each other in a fierce battle of the sexes. Here Jamie Armitage’s production crackles, driven by short, sharp lines of dialogue which are delivered with precision by the two actors. However, the play falters with the introduction of C (Gianbruno Spena), a humourless nerd, who smothers B with false flattery and then dumps her on voicemail. Barnette’s ploy to show an alternative to A is too obvious and serves no real purpose.

Fin Redshaw’s set design, a double bed surrounded by pitch black and fluorescent tubing, resembles the boudoir of a Soho madam, perhaps too strong if meant to be a reflection of B’s lifestyle. There are occasions when the play feels as if it is going round in circles, a problem compounded by a closing scene in which snippets from earlier scenes are re-enacted. In not finding destinations for her characters, the writer is consistent with her themes, but, in terms of drama, we feel disappointed. Nonetheless, Love Me Now offers a perceptive and incisive look at modern relationships.

Performance date: 29 March 2018

Photo: Helen Murray

This review was originally written for The reviews Hun: http://www.thereviewshub.com

Writer: José Rivera and Allan Baker (from Manuel Puig’s novel)      Director: Laurie Sansom

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Already an Oscar winning film and a Broadway musical, it would have seemed that nothing could go wrong with adapting Manuel Puig’s 1976 novel into a stage play. Unfortunately not so. It all starts really well, with Jon Bausor, like many designers at the Menier before him, having created not merely a set but a transformation of the entire space. We enter an ugly, unwelcoming underground Argentinian dungeon and two prisoners are already prowling around their cell as we prepare to share in an immersive experience. The prisoners are Molina (Samuel Barnett), a camp homosexual who is there for acts of “gross indecency” and Valentin (Declan Bennett), an opponent of the ruling military junta.

Even if we are unfamiliar with other versions, we can guess at the outset that this is going to be a story of extreme opposites converging and indeed it is, but only in the second half of the play. Before that, Molina attempts to alleviate Valentin’s boredom by recounting the stories of Hollywood fantasy films to him. In the Kander and Ebb musical, these stories could be turned into lively and lavish production routines, but, here, all we get is shadowy projections onto the side walls and the whole thing becomes very turgid very quickly and then drags on for at least another half an hour. Valentin’s boredom is no longer the problem, it is ours. The play turns at about half way when we see a prison guard (Grace Cookey-Gam) embroiling Molina in an implausible plot to extract information from Valentin, but it is too late to fully repair the damage.

The great pity is that History Boys alumnus Barnett is wonderful as the resilient, but vulnerable Molina, not overdoing the campness at any point. Bennett too impresses as the noble freedom fighter Valentin and the closing scenes, when the bond between the two characters has been sealed, are genuinely moving. After three successive productions at the Menier that have been, at very least, disappointing, it had been hoped that this would have been the one to get the tiny venue that has always punched above its weight back on the right track, but we shall have to wait a little longer for that to happen.

Performance date: 22March 2018

Writer: Francis Turnly      Director: Indhu Rubasingham

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It is ironic that the latest in a long line of successes for the Dorfman Theatre should be unveiled in a week when the National Theatre’s Artistic Director Rufus Norris has been under increasing pressure over the use of his largest space, the Olivier. Let’s face it, four turkeys out of five new productions is not going to impress anyone, but it is hardly the fault of the Olivier that the wrong shows are being put into it. Perhaps part of the problem is that the current crop of playwrights, many of them just brilliant, are writing for intimate spaces like the Almeida, Royal Court, Hampstead and, yes, the Dorfman. Last year, Michael Billington in The Guardian criticised Norris for neglecting the classics and (ignoring the fact that Macbeth is a classic) perhaps he should take heed when programming for the Olivier in future rather than looking for new work that is either not good enough or does not suit the space.

The Great Wave could have been performed on a grander scale in the Olivier, but its essence would have been lost. Francis Turnly’s play, getting its world premiere, is a rare example of theatre being used as a medium for story-telling. The previous play in the Dorfman, John, was all about characters and underlying themes, but this is the exact opposite; the characters are not explored in depth, some are even stereotypes and there is no discernible sub-text, but these things hardly matter, because we are being told a fascinating little-known story based on fact, presented in chronological order with the precision and clarity of a film documentary.

The story begins in 1979 in coastal Japan. 17-year-old Hanako (Kirsty Rider) lives an ordinary (and very American-looking) quiet life with her mother and year-older sister. One night, after a row with said sister, she is walking along the beach and she disappears. We next see her in a North Korean prison, being forced to show allegiance to that country’s “dear leader” and preparing to become involved in an espionage plot. Back in Japan, her family begins to suspect that she may not have been swept away by a great wave as first thought and they join forces with other families who have lost members in similar circumstances to try to persuade the erstwhile indifferent Japanese government to take action. This play needs to be viewed as a suspense thriller, so plot revelations must end there.

In the the climate of 2018, there is little that we do not know about the authoritarianism of North Korea’s Kim dynasty and the extent of citizens’ brainwashing shown here is shocking but hardly surprising. However, the play’s most chilling moment comes when Hanako admits complete ignorance of Japanese atrocities in World War II, making us realise how brainwashing can also occur in supposed democracies. Indhu Rubasingham’s fluid production is helped along greatly by Tom Piper’s ingenious, three-sided revolving set, which ensures that not a second of the play’s 150 minutes is wasted (apart from the interval). If you want theatre that offers impeccable acting and a profound examination of the human condition, then it is a shame if you missed John. This is another kind of theatre and it is just as thrilling.

Performance date: 20 March 2018

Vincent River (Park Theatre)

Posted: March 24, 2018 in Theatre

Writer: Philip Ridley      Director: Robert Chevara

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Vincent River, Philip Ridley’s account of the devastating repercussions from a homophobic hate killing, was first performed at Hampstead Theatre in 2001. In the intervening years, society has changed (albeit not yet enough) and some of the specific details in the 80-minute one-act play feel dated, but, more generally, the persistence of sickening, senseless inner city violence means that this revival still resonates strongly in 2018.

Anita is being forced to move out of her home because of neighbours’ taunts about the sexuality of her son Vincent, murdered by a gang of thugs 18 weeks earlier. Her new flat, as seen in Nicolai Hart Hansen’s set design, still has bare walls, a sofa covered by a sheet and several cardboard boxes, from which only a bottle of gin has been unpacked. Louise Jameson makes her a proud and defiant figure whose tears of grief must be suppressed. This is a woman for whom attack is always the first line of self-defence, a product of the old working class East End of London, from a breed that is now becoming a rarity in Shoreditch, the area in which she and her son had lived.

Over the weeks since the murder, Anita has felt the presence of a young stalker and now she invites him into her new flat to confront him. He is 17-year-old Davey, who enters wearing a hoody claiming that he was present when the body was discovered. He explains that the only way in which he can erase images of Vincent from his head is to make him a real person again by learning everything about him from his mother. By making Davey’s pretext so implausible, Ridley signals too early where the play is really going, but his skilful writing makes the journey to get there consistently gripping.

At first, Thomas Mahy looks uncomfortable as the Cockney Jack-the-lad Davey, but, as more is revealed, he grows into the character and climaxes with a performance of commanding visceral intensity. Fuelled by a cocktail of gin, strong pain killers and marijuana, the inhibitions of both Anita and Davey melt away and they bare their souls in a combative, cathartic process that is often painful to watch.

When everything comes together in Robert Chevara’s taut production, it is scorching. If there are occasions when the high drama feels slightly over-cooked, they are countered by unexpected moments of high comedy and the balance works to good effect. It all leaves us wishing for a kinder, gentler world and regretting that, 17 years after the play was written, we still seem no closer to finding it.

Performance date: 23 March 2018

This review was originally written for The Reviews Hub: http://www.thereviewshub.com

Old Fools (Southwark Playhouse)

Posted: March 22, 2018 in Theatre

Writer: Tristan Bernays      Director: Sharon Burrell

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“Some day, when I’m awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you….” Tom and Viv dance to The Way You Look tonight during their tentative courtship and the song recurs during their lifelong relationship, through their ups and downs, parenthood and the parting in mind, if not in body. Writer Tristan Bernays has admitted that this play is filled with the “mythology” of his own family and it feels that way, deeply personal and affectionate.

Running for only an hour, the play, hardly that at all, is a random dip, in jumbled order, into memories, spanning two lifetimes, through until the time when the memories begin to blur and fade. It does not give us a detailed examination of the effects of Alzheimer’s Disease, it merely reflects on what that dreadful disease takes away. Sharon Burrell’s gentle in-the-round production makes the memories sharp; beautifully tender performances by Mark Arends and Frances Grey give them poignancy. An hour spent swimming through the Bernays family heritage is an hour well spent.

Performance date: 20 March 2018

Writer: Leo Butler      Director: Law Ballard

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“It’s bigger than it looks from the outside” observes Joanne; “We call it Tardis” responds Dave. They are talking about the studio flat on the fringes of London’s East End of which Dave is sub-tenant, but they could just as well be talking about the pub theatre that is staging this revival of Leo Butler’s 2008 play, first seen at the Royal Court Theatre in London. If director Law Ballard’s new production is not exactly site-specific, it feels as near such as makes little difference.

Joanne and Dave have lived apart for ten years, but remain married. He had walked out of their heavily-mortgaged Sheffield home to reclaim his freedom and live a life of easy money, free-flowing sex and casual drug-taking. He is now a 44-year-old recruitment consultant who reads The Guardian and looks forward to Question Time on television. After struggling to pay off debts, 39-year-old Joanne has established a small business as a florist. The reasons for her visit to see her husband are left unclear until well into the play, but the differences that separate the pair are abundantly obvious from the outset.

Butler’s harsh, unsentimental examination of the north-south divide and gender inequality feels as biting and relevant now as it would have been when first performed. The Sheffield-born writer spreads his cynicism even-handedly, pouring scorn on both the shallow hypocrisy of London’s middle classes and the small-mindedness of their northern counterparts. Played over 75 minutes in real time, Ballard’s carefully paced production is slow to get going, but it builds to a powerful crescendo with a raw and bruising confrontation between the two protagonists.

The acting could hardly be bettered. Bonnie Adair’s sharp-tongued, direct Joanne, displays her emotional scars openly and refuses to be impressed by the landmarks, glamour and excitement of our capital city. Outwardly, she is strong and proud, allowing only the audience to see her tears. Adam Bone’s Dave is nervous and evasive in his wife’s presence, seemingly hiding feelings of deep-rooted guilt. He brushes off Joanne’s jibes until pushed into a corner and then unleashes a ferocious tirade against the northern lifestyle that had stifled all his ambitions in life. For Joanne, geography is not the only constraint. As a woman, she sees that the options that Dave took to break free were not available to her, even less so now that she is an ageing woman.

Michael Leopold’s precisely detailed set design crams everything into the small cube that Dave inhabits, including a kitchen sink. Noise from neighbours in the converted building is forever intruding and the set will be a familiar place for many locals who enter the White Bear Theatre during this production’s run. Indeed, the play’s themes should also resonate strongly. The divisions, north-south and male female, persist at the end of Butler’s play and, if the writer offers a distant hope of reconciliation with his final line, it is only a very faint one.

Performance date: 16 March 2018

This review was originally written for The Reviews Hub: http://www.thereviewshub.com

Interview: Tristan Bernays

Posted: March 17, 2018 in Theatre

This article was originally written for The Reviews Hub: http://www.thereviewshub.com

After the success of his play Boudica at the Globe Theatre last year, 2018 is getting off to a good start for Tristan Bernays. His musical Teddy, which premiered at Southwark Playhouse in 2016 is soon to return to London for a 10 week run at the Vaults and his new play Old Fools is about to open at Southwark Playhouse. The writer took time off from his busy schedule to chat with The Reviews Hub’s Stephen Bates.

At first glance, a play that deals with Alzheimer’s Disease would seem to have limited appeal, but Bernays insists “the play is not ABOUT Alzheimer’s, it is about relationships and how difficult it is to keep a relationship going over several years, especially when it is eventually affected by illness”. He adds “it spans 40 or so years, playing around with memory and time jumping…it is an incredibly human experience and it is only an hour, leaving time for a drink in the bar afterwards”.

The play’s central characters are named Tom and Viv, so was this an intended reference to TS Eliot? Bernays laughs and protests “no, absolutely not, it was a complete coincidence. I was halfway through the play when it was pointed out to me, but, when you’ve named characters, it’s difficult to go back. They were in my head with those monosyllabic names and I stuck with them”.

The play is a two-hander, but, bearing in mind its title and the theme of dementia, it comes as a surprise to discover that two relatively young actors, Mark Arends and Frances Grey, have been cast in the premier production. Bernays explains that casting decisions were not his: “my script gives the director (in this case Sharon Burrell) a blank sheet, with no stage directions or anything like that. The play spans many years and the actors play eight characters in all, so it is perfectly possible that a future production could be acted by 70-somethings”.

The writer is drawing from personal experience, his grandfather having suffered from Alzheimer’s. “I understand what it means when someone you know and love is, gradually, not there any more” he says. “The play includes some of my own family’s mythology, like stared jokes. I wrote it some time ago and then set it aside, as happens in this business, and, one day, Sharon contacted me and said ‘let’s do it’, so here we are”.

With his playwriting career blossoming, where does Bernays see himself going from here? “I trained as an actor, but tried everything in theatre and quickly realised that I was more interested in other areas (including) lighting….and, of course writing” he explains. “I still perform my one-man shows, such as Testament, which was at the Vault Festival recently, but I have another project in hand and I am focussing mainly on writing”. We all wait with interest to see what this promising young talent comes up with next.