Sunday, October 3, 2021

One Man Poe

 

One Man Poe

The first thing that strikes you about One Man Poe, a performance of four of Edgar Allen Poe's pioneering gothic tales, is the sheer spectacle of such a tremendous feat of memory. The stage is largely bare, just a few props here and there to suggest location. Your focus and concentration is entirely directed toward our actor, on whose shoulders the evening will stand or fall. It's almost criminal that his name doesn't appear on the flyer or the Watford Fringe webpage, as this truly is his performance.

His name, as you can learn by visiting the Threedumb Theatre website, is Stephen Smith, and his modesty could well be one of the reasons the production does not only stand but soar. Horror works best when there is a chilling sense of uncertainty. Mystery and suspense are essential to its grip on the audience. The anonymity of the actor assisted in his startling transformations, beginning as a straight-jacketed madman frustratedly arguing his sanity in The Tell-Tale Heart and closing as the bent and decrepit old man of the popular poem The Raven. He fully inhabited each character, creating a unique voice, stance, attitude and emotional backstory that not only perfectly matched Poe's intense, haunting language but actually helped illuminate it for the spellbound audience.

The Black Cat was a beautifully understated study of how even soft-hearted animal lovers can turn into cold-blooded murderers, but the tour de force was The Pit and the Pendulum, a prototype for the 'torture porn' subgenre we see now in films like Saw. Fetishistic and frightening details of a man being sadistically driven to his death by the Spanish Inquisition are painfully spun out in Poe's heavy, complex prose. It was at times a struggle to follow, but Smith's careful attention to the rhythm of the language helps guide the audience as he dramatises with visceral movements and rich emotional expression the action of the story.

Equally important to the storytelling are the magnificent lighting and sound which create an eerie, tense atmosphere and punctuate the monologues with layers of visual and aural action that drive the plot forward. In many ways, they become the second character in each scene, demanding attention and interaction with ghostly, supernatural force.

I especially enjoyed the choice to show the actor preparing for their next role on stage. Shrouded in dim light, with mirror and make-up to hand, we watched Smith alter his appearance and transform from one character to another before our eyes. Far from destroying the magic of theatre and mystery of horror, it emphasised the idea that we all have these characters inside us, that we all play many parts in our daily lives and can change from one person to another on the turn of a coin. Chilling.

There was a lack of connection between actor and audience initially, which is not entirely inappropriate to horror, but as a consequence it felt awkward applauding at the end of each scene. Indeed it was not until the very end of the evening that we saw Smith's own sparkling personality shine through. The intensity of Poe's language was also a little exhausting to be submerged in without a sense of context. I would have liked Smith to build a rapport with the audience, expounding a little on Poe's biography and background (itself a frightening tale) before going into each piece. He could do for Edgar Allen Poe what Simon Callow does so superbly for Charles Dickens, popularising and dramatising him for a broad and grateful generation. Poe's works are nearly 200 years old and without that guiding hand these recitations might remain rather niche, but with it they will surely garner the attention and admiration of theatre goers of all stripes.

Saturday, October 2, 2021

Clean! A Feminist Musical


Clean! A Feminist Musical

On the advertising flyer Clean! is described as a feminist musical, a worthy subtitle it thoroughly deserves for its thoughtful and moving interweaving of 7 separate but connected female narratives. However, what struck me while watching was how much this was a humanist musical, filled with affection and optimism, and a far cry from the political diatribe or agitprop such a label could imply.

Nonetheless, the story, or rather stories, go some way toward redressing a long overdue imbalance in the prominence given to male narratives on stage, and the musical genre in particular provides a thrilling space for resonant female voices from across the ages to be enjoyed and appreciated.

Millicent is the oldest character chronologically, working in Brighton’s Mayo laundry in 1885. She’s followed by one of Brighton’s first female GPs Dr Helen Boyle and young suffragette Meg. Dot manages the laundry through the smallpox crisis of the 50s while Ruby is escaping domestic abuse two decades later. In the 90s Juliet explores menopause and empty nest syndrome, while Tasha bring us right up to 2021, drawing direct parallels between COVID and earlier pandemics.

The sense of place is important throughout, with frequent specific references to Brighton, binding the characters together by geography as we flit bird like through historical periods. The excellent staging and costume design on the one hand make these transitions seamless and comfortable while on the other give us the clues we need to identify eras with accuracy.

The personal narratives are by turns sweet and compelling, tender and brash, and these tonal shifts keep a sort of comfortable forward pace to the story telling. Although it never feels truly dramatic in the sense of any character delivering us tension or suspense, that is in part an inevitable consequence of the form. In keeping the characters monologuing rather than interacting, they are reporting events rather than experiencing them.

The real star of the show is Simon Scardanelli's music, which has an utterly seductive folksy charm. The actors frequently play their own instruments, a decision which beautifully reinforces the theme of them claiming their own stories and supporting each other in telling them. The harmonies are stupendously good and again underline powerfully the theme of sisterhood.

My personal favourite character was Judey Bignell as Dr Boyle whose prim manner and plum accent was an understated delight, while Jack Cryer’s Juliet coaxed the most laughs. Overall, Clean! is a life affirming show with an inspiring message about our shared capacity for tenacity and love which left the audience genuinely uplifted.

Going Straight to Gay... Or Something In-between


Going Straight to Gay... Or Something In-between is an hour long comic monologue delivered with gusto by actress Henriette Laursen. The topic is exactly as the title indicates. Laursen shares with the audience the highs and lows of her tempestuous love life, a life which just happens to involve falling in love with both men and women.

There are countless comic routines built around the traditional coming out story, so much so that in recent years it's become it's own subgenre. Some of Laursen's material focused on those old worn cliches, such as the father who struggles to talk openly about sex, and the frustration of family members delaying and interrupting her planned dramatic revelation. What made this evening special, and indeed exciting, were the parts that explored the particularities of her coming out as bisexual, not just to others, but to herself, recognising the impact of that identity on her own life and interactions.

It was fascinating listening to Laursen outline how differently she is treated when she's in public with a male partner as opposed to a female. She riffed on the peculiarities of going on a date with a woman, as a woman, having been socialised into dating the opposite sex. With two women, who buys the first round at the bar? How do you avoid the manipulation spiral? And worst of all, what do you do when you and your partner are the same size and she wants to 'borrow' your favourite jeans? Laursen mined every opportunity for comic potential, fully exploiting her actor training to deliver mini sketches and dialogues of her multitudinous relationship wrangles.

Laursen articulated confidently her unique perspective of experiencing the world both as a woman who others saw as 'straight' and fully conforming to the stereotypes of her gender, and also as a woman who others saw as 'gay', challenging those same conventions. This is a rarely explored point of view, and it gave her some fascinating insights into straight privilege, gender assumptions and the importance of Gay Pride which should be compulsory viewing for bigots everywhere.

Though her acting skills were an asset to the evening, the downside was that the comedy often felt forced. There was too great a dependence on the script and a resistance to spontaneity which made her relationship with the audience less intimate than it could have been. She often delivered a joke and then reversed it, breaking us out of the story she was spinning. I would have loved the monologue to be a bit shorter, so that time could be given at the end for a question and answer session where her idiosyncratic insights into life and love could be shared with a greater sense of direct connection. She's started an incredibly important conversation here, a conversation I'm sure many more people will be delighted to join.

Thursday, September 30, 2021

Spaces Audio Plays: Hello Agnieszka


One of the wonderful aspects of the Watford Fringe Festival is the way boundaries of performance and expectation are challenged and stretched. Although audio drama is by no means a new medium, it's inclusion in a fringe festival is a brave and intriguing treat.


So it was with curiosity and keenness I approached 'Spaces', an anthology of audio plays where each immersive story draws you into a different location. There are five plays in total, exploring ordinary spaces from a car to a corridor, with a toilet somewhere in between. I dipped my toe into the hydrophobic landscape of just one of them, 'Hello Agnieszka', set in a bath.


Written by Anna Whealing, the 20 minute drama explores the story of a first-time mother struggling to come to terms with her pregnancy and the way it changes her body, her relationships and her sense of identity. She describes pain with resignation and clarity, her changing body as a 'lumpy marinating potato', and the fleeting nature of memory and love with delicacy.


There is clearly character, and to a lesser degree plot, driving this piece forward, but what I found truly arresting was the simple power of the soundscape to utterly envelope the listener. Beautifully rhythmic drips from a bath tap created a claustrophobic atmosphere, aural bars to a self-imposed cage. A rich bed of hypnotic synthetic sounds created a meditative tone which took my imagination to a spiritual place. And the English narration of expectant mother Camilla (played with careful understatement by Elizabeth Grace), complimented with asides from the Polish speaking grandmother, brings you back into the earthly, human story.


In all honesty, I would struggle to tell you precisely what that story was. But what I can say without any struggle is that 'Hello Agnieszka' was one of the most arresting, perplexing and delightful 20 minutes I've spent at the fringe. Poetic, charming, and hauntingly atmospheric. Camilla remarks that crying is the same in Polish and in English. Similarly, this was an experience that bypassed traditional narrative storytelling and tapped straight into deep emotion.


Your ticket purchase provides access to the full collection of audio plays. If they're anything like the bath, they'll be worth the visit.

Sunday, September 19, 2021

Pieces of PeeVira

 Pieces of PeeVira: A 10 Year Retrospective

For anyone who's a fan of PeeVira, also known as The Fringy Mime Queen, this is a must see retrospective. The opening exposition creates a rather reverential tone from the outset, which is perhaps surprising for an act associated with challenging stereotypes, breaking convention and sticking two (or more) fingers up to authority. PeeVira's early years are narrated by a formally toned, serious-voiced female which makes it hard to switch from dry biography to outrageous humour. The visuals, an ethereal scene of rather foreboding clouds, don't really help, suggesting the substance of the 20 minute video will be a spiritual if somewhat turbulent journey of someone trying to find their place in life.

The journey is indeed a triumphant one, overcoming adversity to reach the heights of success. We're given a powerpoint style list of PeeVira's many achievements, including several first place victories in illustrious drag competitions and even a cameo appearance on America's Got Talent.

However, the highlights of the show are the 3 or 4 set piece performances where PeeVira (named after her idols Pee Wee Herman and Elvira) recreates some her most popular sketches. The trouble from the perspective of a viewer like me who doesn't know her work already is these performances felt like the minority of the video. And in the face of the formal documentary style narrative, they couldn't really generate the sense of comedy, fun and naughtiness that she must evidently create in her more natural live setting. Definitely not one for the kids, her parody of Rocky Horror Picture Show and It's A Small World give a delightful glimpse of her cheeky humour and downright drag rudeness.

Written, performed, directed and created by AJ Pratts, perhaps another hand on board might have balanced out the conflicts of tone. This is a show which summaries CV like the many achievements of a drag success, but doesn't do enough to actually replicate the magic and sense of fun that made her a success.

Thursday, May 13, 2021

King Lear @ The Pump House 13/5/21

King Lear by William Shakespeare - Adapted by Jo Emery Live Stream Online,  12th May 2021 | Ents24

So far 2021 has been a tragic year for theatre, and it seems fitting that one of Shakespeare's greatest tragedies should be spearheading its return. It's also unsurprising that the innovative Watford Pump House, an organisation that managed to host a fringe festival in the midst of a global pandemic, is once again leading the charge.

Jim Markey's triumphant Lear is no green world king but rather the blustering boss of a property development empire. We open in a conference room, and the business-like setting offers a new resonance to some of Lear's lines. While 'Come not between the dragon and his wrath' comically conjures the image of a certain Peter Jones, 'I do invest you with my power' poignantly exposes Lear's tragic folly: confusing finance and investment with expressions of sincere love. 

This folly comes to it's fruition when his daughters Goneril (a headstrong Catherine Adams) and Regan (a demure Emma Kemp) effectively banish him from their homes. The stage is pleasingly unencumbered with set, allowing swift transitions between scenes, a convenience which adds to the overall rapid pace of the storytelling. Projections, too, aid speed, cleverly navigating us through a whirlwind of locations, many of which are the suburban mansions we readily associate with the moneyed classes. This underlining of the motif of property brings questions of value and deserving to the fore, allowing Lear's complacent throwing off of his own wealth and power to be emphasised with every scene change.

Initially costumes are blandly corporate, a colour palette bleached black by nervous conformity. But as Lear loses his grip on control and the story spills out in myriad different directions we gradually get more and more glimpses of colour, not least in the vivid hi-viz jackets of Lear's remaining loyal subjects, the disguised Kent (Robert Aldington) and the firebrand Fool (Cat Harper).  

Kent's laconic loyalty is touching. He submits to his night in the stocks which much bluster but little bullishness, and his gruff Northern accent speaks instantly of a plainness and honesty worlds apart from the clipped accents of Lear's duplicitous court. Harper plays both Cordelia and The Fool, but it's in the second of these roles that she truly shines. Her Fool is an energetic cheeky-chappy with a skill for ironic, truth-telling one-liners that fall as if freshly minted. Although apparently female, the pronouns have been kept male, the Fool remains 'lad' rather than 'lass'. This is a consciously updated version, with mobile phones replacing letters and messengers. When Lear delivers the curse of barrenness on Goneril, she moodily texts him her punishment, a reduction of his men from 100 to 50. It might have been interesting to see how the dynamic would have shifted if, in a similar vein, the Fool had been allowed to be a woman.

Harry Harding's brooding Edmund is charismatic in his sense of injustice concerning the bastard's lot ('why brand they us with baseness?'). His soliloquies are so compelling that you almost root for the success of his Machiavellian wits over the compromised conventions of inheritance. I was longing to be in the theatre to have that closer sense of collusion and connection. Perhaps as we grow more used to screened performances of this nature more will be made of the possibility of direct gaze through the camera to replicate some of the power of eye to eye contact.

In other respects, director/ producer Jo Emery has really thought through the limitations and possibilities of this new way of watching theatre, even providing a free pdf programme on her website. It's a joy to see a Lear presented so concisely and with so cogent and complete a vision. A final word must go to praising Samuel Jenkins' arch Oswald whose dangling lanyard and prim, supercilious performance had me giggling till the (or more accurately his) end.

A Lear for our age, and a coup for The Watford Pump House.


The production is online only, with no live audience allowed, and will be live-streamed at 7.45pm nightly with "virtual doors" open at 7.30pm, from May 12 to May 15 2021.

Tickets are priced at £14 and must be purchased before 5.45pm on each night of the performance in order to obtain the YouTube streaming link in time.

Tickets are available from the Pump House website at www.pumphouse.info or at www.ticketsource.co.uk/jo-emery-productionsor via the box office on 0333 666 3366.

Monday, October 26, 2020

A Recital of Opera, Song and Musical Theatre

 

You can't get more local than singing at an old people's home in Kings Langley, realising you don't have a sustain pedal on your keyboard, and rushing over to Bushey to pick one up! Except of course that Thomas Isherwood is even more local than that. An operatic baritone with a sumptuous and versatile voice, he actually began his training at Watford School of Music at the tender age of eight. It's a pleasure to see a 'Hertfordshire lad done good' up on the Pump House stage taking part in the Watford Fringe.

His diverse repertoire took us on a well organised grand tour of English folk song, German lieder, Italian opera, art song, and musical theatre. The joy of the show was not just in his confident, clear performances which imbued the music with a passionate sense of character and narrative, but also in his charming contextualisation of the music. He balanced witty asides and personal anecdotes with knowledgeable insights about the history and traditions of his chosen songs.

Elspeth Wilkes was a marvellous accompanist, following closely and intuitively through fast paced patter, steep rallentandos and the free, open rhythms of Isherwood's storytelling style. Congratulations also to the sound technician who initially had quite a job on their hands managing the frequent switches between Isherwood's gentle, unassuming talking voice which he used to introduce each of his songs and the booming power of his baritone singing voice at full belt.

Overall, this recital was a delightful evening of musical appreciation which placed the love of song centre stage. Isherwood informed, educated, entertained and entranced in equal measure, delivering a beautiful voice matched with a sweet selection box of melodies.

One Man Poe

  One Man Poe The first thing that strikes you about One Man Poe, a performance of four of Edgar Allen Poe's pioneering gothic tales, is...