Review: Je Christine

Thanks to Robert forwarding me an email, I ran off to catch this performance at Bard yesterday. I always wish that Bard were better about letting folks know about things happening on campus. I hate hearing about them afterward!

A small but appreciative audience shared the experience and stayed to talk with Suzanne Savoy (who has an impressive list of accomplishments beyond television work!). She had been intrigued long ago by that wonderful image of Christine writing away in her chamber and while working on a very ‘painful’ television series (hmmm, wonder if it’s this one) decided to create a one-woman show in order to enjoy having complete control.

Savoy worked on the translation of Christine’s writings herself; having grown up in Montreal, she was inspired by the older nuns she knew there and their particular cadences of French. The play begins with the very medieval notion of Dame Fortune’s changeability and traces the ups and downs of her life and times from favoured child of her philosopher father to desperate woman in exile. Savoy has skilfully knitted together Christine’s texts with a few augments for context to bring to vivid life this extraordinary woman with passion, humour and grace. Moving around the compact yet evocative set, she gave a moving performance that made Christine’s skill and conversational style so clear, engaging the audience directly at times. The power of her delivery–even under thundering rain that started falling during the performance–made Christine’s timeless words reverberate. And we all agreed afterward that when she declared the storm would be over in war-torn France the rain actually seemed to slow at that moment.

And she’ll be at Kalamazoo, talking about her translation with the Christine de Pizan Society.


[Yes, I know I need to write up my two conference trips for your vicarious pleasure — soon!]

Review: Girl from the North Country


Image via London Theatre Guide

I’ll be honest: I really really wanted to see Mosquitoes. I queued twice to try to get tickets. But I was denied the two Olivias (sob!). So I went to the Tkts booth intending to maybe see Hamlet but there being only obstructed view, I decided to go with Girl from the North Country. Advertising worked: I had seen that poster everywhere. Besides, the trip had picked up a musical theme somehow so it fit.

What a cast! Shirley Henderson, Ciarán Hinds, Bronagh Gallagher, Ron Cook, Jim Norton, Sheila Atim, Arinzé Kene. Of course, the underlying strength of Dylan’s songs had to count for a lot too: and then there was the script and direction by Conor McPherson.

For me, it just didn’t work. There was so much that seemed like it would be right: the Great Depression setting, the diverse cast of singers, the potential for drama inherent in the songs. The performances were a knockout: the songs were wonderful to hear in a completely different way. Thoughtful interpretations of old favourites — though I could have done without the bros next to me singing along with Jokerman. Hearing Dylan’s songs in a new way that was more bluesy than the usual Broadway show tunes style made them a new experience. The cast, especially Atim, brought the tunes to life. All of them were wonderful in the songs and the arrangements were innovative and interesting without feeling like they were going for deliberate novelty. The band was tight!

The script on the other hand — ugh! When you start out the play with a character introducing and setting up the scene, then saying ‘but I don’t come along until later’ — well, you’ve started out on the wrong foot. Theatre should throw you into a world, make it live. I’m hoping this is a work in progress because it definitely feels like one. The ideas are there but I didn’t believe even one of the characters. They felt like plot points. It’s to the credit of the stellar cast that they poured themselves into these characters. I felt for the actors but I never much felt for the characters.

Everything about it felt anachronistic. There’s so much here with potential: the economic hardship, the precarious difficulty of being a carer — Henderson’s character seemed to be as ‘crazy’ as the plot required at the moment though she wrung a good bit of sympathy out of this difficult woman, while the characterisation of the apparently autistic boy felt too much like a plot idea that never came to life — and the racial tensions which are brought up and then kind of sidestepped. I realise in a musical people might want to avoid getting too dark but seriously, it’s the Great Depression. You’re going to have to embrace the dark.

But I seem to be in a minority here, so see it for yourself and tell me what you think.

Daphne Oram’s Wonderful World of Sound

Isobel McArthur as Daphne Oram

Photo via Dundee Rep

We had a chance to catch the Blood of the Young and Tron Theatre presentation of Daphne Oram’s Wonderful World of Sound at Dundee Rep. This show is touring Scotland, so if you can do be sure to see it. If you don’t know anything about Oram, there’s a good primer at her official website. You may recall that her book on sound theory An Individual Note was kickstarted last year, a project spearheaded by the fabulous Sarah Angliss.

Co-written by star Isobel McArthur (pictured above) and director Paul Brotherston, the play gives an overview of key moments in Oram’s life from her childhood interests in music in archeology, to the 1942 séance where the 17 year old was encouraged to pursue music instead of a more traditional ‘girl’s path’ to safety and suffocation. Sheer determination and unflagging confidence in the power of sound eventually brings her to co-founding and becoming director of the famed BBC Radiophonic Workshop. McArthur embodies Oram with an enthusiasm and a dogged primness that allows the passionate creative force to burst out to great effect when it’s been denied too long.

The ensemble cast Robin Hellier, David James Kirkwood, Dylan Read and Matthew Seager move adroitly between parts, shifting accents and body language to make transitions clear. Ana Inés Jabares-Pita has designed a set that supports that nimbleness of the cast. The true magic of theatre is creating places and people in an instant that you completely believe. A small ensemble can sometimes feel like Tommy Cooper changing hats. With a minimum of props, this group portrayed a succession of situations with vivid clarity.

The live sound score by Anneke Kampman was simply amazing. She created ambience, soaring melodies, a wide variety of sound effects and really brought the whole philosophy of Oram to aural life. You can follow her on SoundCloud to hear more, but if you can catch her live do. The frisson between the music and the players energised the whole audience.

You can get a taster here:

Review: Much Ado about Nothing @DundeeRep


I am grateful to have so many opportunities to enjoy Dundee Rep, though I am shaking my fist to know I will miss for the second time my pal Gary Robertson’s latest play Scaffies which will be on in late January after I have to return stateside. However, I’m looking forward to their production of The Scottish Play in the Botanic Gardens: what a great idea!

Saturday we caught Much Ado about Nothing, the Bard’s light-hearted tale of trickery, mockery and a little love. Designer Ken Harrison prepared what seems like an enormous castle with a lot of different spaces for people to listen and mishear. Director Irene Macdougall has the actors making good use of all the walls, pillars and corners even between the acts, as there is no curtain.

The cast were all terrific. I loved that the evil Don John is costumed as a kind of Puritan or maybe Huguenot in contrast to the other merry folk. I particularly liked Jo Freer as a bawdy Margaret and Anne Louise Ross (Granny Island!) did doubly duty as the solemn Friar or Abbess and as the stiff comic foil Verges with Anthony Strachan’s Dogberry. Great comedy work there.

Of course the heart of the story is the witty battle between Beatrice and Benedick. Robert Jack brought a great physical ease to the role which often tends to rest on the words alone. Lots of fun. Emily Winter was in every way his match, confident and strong as well as hilarious. Beatrice is a complicated role because she also has to make you weep for poor, wronged Hero (Marli Siu) and Winter really tore your heart out with the speech that includes those indelible lines, ‘O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.’

Running two more weekends. Go see it.

NT Live: Hamlet

I thoroughly expected to enjoy the new production of Hamlet from Barbican via the National Theatre, and as always am so very grateful for the live broadcasts because so far no one’s willing to pay to send me to London to see them all and I can’t always get there myself. There had been folderol about yet another ‘television star’ taking on a role and gibberings about reshuffling of scenes.

Can we get back to the theatre is live issue? Theatre is a living thing. Every production of a play is a new life. The magic of theatre is the simple joy of a communal experience. There’s joy in even the most scrappy am-dram production because you’re part of it. What’s truly astounding is when a production teaches you new things about a play you’ve seen and read many times.

This is one of those experiences.

The Barbican has brought me many amazing delights: a transcendent Diamanda Galás concert, Nigel Hawthorne’s Lear, the stunning Olivia Williams in Middleton’s The Changeling (just thinking of it is still…wow). This Hamlet is no exception. Lindsey Turner’s direction, Es Devlin’s production design (WOW that first image of the dining room) and Katrina Lindsay’s costumes (oh man, I’d love to have Gertrude’s first dress but in red or black for Halloween): it all provided a sumptuous feast of seamless action punctuated by rare moments of silence that echoed all the more so because of that. There was no frantic changing of scenery which seems to be a staple of big productions now, but resettings of the huge set and movement around it, echoing the idea of Hamlet’s comments about being king of infinite space while bound in a nutshell. I loved the staging so much.

Yes, of course Cumberbatch was good. Really, anyone who dismisses an actor just because they’re big overlooks all the hard work it took to get there. Hamlet can be such a drab that you want to smack him for self-pity sometimes. The reshuffling of the scenes at the start — beginning with a grief-stricken prince looking at old photo albums and playing (presumably) his father’s favourite record — put that sorrow at the center of the performance. There was so much wonderful acting between the famous lines. He smells his fathers old coat and cries, then puts it on. It’s heartbreaking.

But all the attention on the star overshadows the superb cast: Jim ‘Bishop Brennan’ Norton as Polonius! Ciarán Hinds as Claudius (a little too pompous at times), Karl Johnson with impeccable comic timing as the Gravedigger (of course doubling as the Ghost) and Anastasia Hille as a very fragile Gertrude, which made me realise of course! As Hamlet describes his father being overprotective of his mother (“…so loving to my mother / That he might not beteem the winds of heaven / Visit her face too roughly…”) it’s easy to imagine her as an anxious mess upon his death, looking for another protector. When Hamlet puts on an ‘antic disposition’ at first he sees everything in black and white, but as the play goes on his will falters largely because he begins to see the shades of human frailty in himself and others. It’s really about the maddening impossibility of knowing what are the right choices in the complicated web of reality.

Siân Brooke (photo © Johan Persson)

Siân Brooke (photo © Johan Persson)

This comes out especially with Ophelia. The real star of this production is Siân Brooke, who made me really see that role for the first time: Ophelia’s madness is a rebuke to Hamlet’s playing at it (literally in a hilarious scene where he’s playing at GIANT soldiers). Brooke is utterly heart-rending as the doomed woman. I don’t think I’ve ever thought much of the role before. They make her a photographer and it fits perfectly. She sees everything yet has no power to change it. Bullied by her father and her brother and the entire court, Ophelia struggles to survive. Hamlet and Polonius both manipulate her to achieve their ends, but don’t pay any attention to her until she is dead. The trunk she drags around with her in the mad scene is the baggage of all that; when Getrude opens it up and sees the huge cache of photos and the smashed camera, she understands at once what will happen and the horror knocks her back. Absolutely brilliant innovation.

Go to the NT Live site and find a broadcast somewhere in the world near you. I absolutely recommend it.

TOA/V – Tom Stoppard’s The Hard Problem

by Tom Stoppard
Dir: Nicholas Hytner

I love that Tom Stoppard’s idea of a fast-paced, breezy play because he wanted to do something ‘light’ is to focus on whether science can measure consciousness and whether it is something that can be measured. I can understand not wanting all that palaver. It’s in the newly refurbished Dorfman Theatre at the National, formerly the Cottesloe. It remains an intimate space (fewer than 500 seats) but has a lot of flexibility. The play requires little in the way of sets, but the chandelier/light fixture offered a good visual refresher for scene changes and suggested an abstract picture of firing neurons.

Olivia Vinall is the star. She plays Hilary, the ambitious young psychology researcher as both haunted by a mistake in her past, confident of her intellect and alternately embarrassed and proud of her Northern roots. Vinall is stunningly luminous which seems to have distracted a few reviewers from noticing how sharp she is. Hilary is quick to learn, too; the smug men that surround her don’t seem to notice for the most part, like her tutor and eventual lover Spike (Damien Molony) and particularly, her competitor for the prestigious fellowship Amal (Parth Thakarer).

But Stoppard’s just as interested in the kinds of intelligence and how we use them. He’s suspicious of ‘pure’ knowledge but realises that the uses to which we put knowledge matter even more. There are two key suppressions of information: one has an economic benefit and stays quiet. The other explodes because it’s largely a matter of trust. Information and knowledge are currencies and the speculation in them is just as artificial as those in stocks and bonds, though practitioners like to believe it’s all straightforward and reasonable. The questions asked — and how they’re asked — matter. And a nimble mind will prove more powerful than one that can find the ‘right’ answer only because of the way the questions were framed.

Twists turns, suspicions and shifting alliances: all fun. I’ve seen complaints that Stoppard hasn’t offered any answers; it’s the questions that matter though.

As always, I am so grateful for the NT Live as I don’t have to pine quite so much for London theatre experiences when I am far away. And thanks to Time & Space for featuring the programs!

See the round up of links at Todd’s blog.

Review: The Light Princess


You can count on the National Theatre to offer interesting projects and imaginative stagings, so I was delighted to hear they were doing a musical with Tori Amos. Of course The Light Princess was so long in development that I had missed the news that it finally opened! Fortunately a fellow writer posted on it, lamenting that she could not get to London to see it and I got a ticket at once, knowing I would not regret splurging on this performance.

The play is based loosely on George MacDonald’s Scottish fairy tale of the same name, which tells the tale of a princess cursed to have no gravity in both the literal and metaphorical sense. Amos and her collaborator Samuel Adamson turn the tale into a very modern one that touches on serious issues like environmental devastation and cynical drives to war, but the story really centers on the conflicted messages for girls in modern culture — the push toward frivolity, the scapegoating and victimisation and the sheer terror about their sexuality.

But it’s done with magic, so it seldom feels like a heavy-handed message — in fact, it soars. Director Marianne Elliott has done a fantastic job with her cast and the music and musicians are, of course, superb. You can’t imagine any less from Amos. The puppetry and aerial effects are a wonder. The four acrobats who make the princess float are so effortless and integrated to the visuals that when they switch to wires during her dance with the prince, it takes your breath away because all at once she seems to really be flying.

The cast shines. Rosalie Craig has already won Best Musical Performance in the London Evening Standard Theatre Awards this year for her portrayal of Princess Althea, and you may have seen Clive Rowe belting out a song from Guys & Dolls during the National’s 50th celebration — simply stunning both, but the whole cast is amazing and treads a very fine line between the mythic and the modern, swinging from grief to soaring joy with such skill.

I want this on DVD so I can watch it over and over, and give it to friends who couldn’t get to London to see it and I hope it comes to Broadway, too. Oh, sure, there are quibbles here and there but on the whole I was absolutely delighted with the look, sound and thrill of it. I even bought the programme which has a bonus essay from Marina Warner about the power of fairy tales. And when we came out of the matinee, all of us floating above the lobby carpet, we heard popping sounds and rushed outside to see the Lord Mayor’s fireworks. Magic.

See the full cast & crew and remember these names.

Interview with Tori on the development of the production.

In Other News:

The Fox Pocket series now has a video trailer.

I’m over at Savvy Authors talking about how outlining can save you time and frustration and speed up your writing.

I’m pleased as the proverbial punch by the kind words from Vince Zandri on my Chastity Flame series:

“Londoners (and the world) beware! How can you not be drawn into the fire by a beautiful but lethal dame by the name of Chastity Flame? K.A. Laity has been proving for quite some time now that her noir prose ranks right up there with the likes of Meg Abbott, Dorothy B. Hughes, and Sara Paretsky. A Cut-Throat Business only further solidifies her standing as a contemporary master of the genre.”