The Swan, Stratford upon Avon, Monday 24th June, 2019
Thomas Otway’s play from 1682 is revived in stylish form for the RSC by director Prasanna Puwanarajah, who sets the piece in a 1980s noir-cum-comic book setting of darkness and drains, of pulsating music, with nudges to Blade Runner – and there’s even a character who looks like Grace Jones. Here, as in Otway’s original where he was critiquing the government of the day, this is not about Venice then or now. It’s a veiled comment on our present (woeful) government – and in this respect it works quite well.
Central to the action is married couple Jaffeir (NOT the villain in Aladdin) and Belvidera (NOT a guest house in Southport) whose relationship is sorely tested when he loses his money and they have to turn to her estranged father, Senator Pruili (an underused Les Dennis). Jaffeir is drawn into a group of revolutionaries by his bezzie mate Pierre (a cocksure and pragmatic Stephen Fewell) putting his wife up as collateral to prove his allegiance to their murderous cause. Belvidera doesn’t take too kindly to being offered up as a hostage and narrowly escapes rape by the swaggering Renault (Steve Nicolson) a man so rebellious he brazenly sports an alarming mullet.
As Jaffeir, Michael Grady-Hall brings passion and intensity, torn between his love and his friend. Grady-Hall is always great value, bringing out the depths of the role. Equally, Jodie McNee is compelling as tragic-but-dignified Belvidera, although I spend a lot of time wondering why she’s the only one with a strong Liverpudlian accent… Puwanarajah has his cast express emotion in broad strokes: there is a lot of falling to one’s knees, a lot of menacing each other with daggers, and while this makes for exciting viewing I find that, coupled with Otway’s scornful script, I don’t much care for anybody.
Amid the bleak melodrama, there is humour, provided mainly by the marvellous John Hodgkinson’s sleazeball senator Antonio, heavily into S&M and fully aware he can stun opponents into submission by making long speeches. The satire is ladled on thick as Hodgkinson hops around, his trousers at his ankles, alternating baby talk with oratory and verbiage.
It’s a production of bold moves, in its performance and its presentation. Belvidera’s cell, demarcated by lighting, looks like she’s being detained in a nightclub. The V for Vendetta masks sported by the revolutionaries are a bit on the nose. But I like the darkness of it, the dripping water, the coming-and-going with umbrellas. And Les Dennis navigating a gear change from hard-hearted gammon to tender, repentant father, is the finest performance of the night.
The message I come away with is that while those who oppose the government are too wrapped up with fighting among themselves, they will never achieve their aim, leaving the sleazeballs in power where they thrive and they flourish.
Family fortune: Jodie McNee as Belvidera and Les Dennis as Priuli. Photo by Helen Maybanks (c) RSC
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THE PROVOKED WIFE
The Swan Theatre, Stratford upon Avon, Wednesday 5th June, 2019
John Vanbrugh’s comedy from 1697 is given an exuberant revival in this new production for the RSC by Phillip Breen. A prologue points out that the playwright got his inspiration from us, the audience – and this is all we need to remind us that human nature, and in particular, human foibles have not changed a jot. Breen sensibly keeps everything in and of the period and because of this, the show works admirably. Mark Bailey’s set is a theatre, with plush crimson drapes and a pelmet, and footlights around three sides of the stage, setting the action against a backdrop of artifice, while the lavish costumes denote both class and character.
Lady Brute (a magnificent Alexandra Gilbreath) seeks distraction from her loveless marriage to Lord Brute (Jonathan Slinger in excellent form) by plotting with her niece Belinda (the charming Natalie Dew) romantic intrigues involving her suitor Constant (Rufus Hound has never been more dashing). Constant’s best mate, professed woman-hater Heartfree finds himself enamoured of Belinda – in a masterly comic performance from John Hodgkinson, tossing off Vanbrugh’s sardonic epigrams with effortless bitterness.
A big name draw for this splendid company is TV favourite Caroline Quentin as the monstrously vain and conceited Lady Fanciful. Quentin is made for this kind of stuff, and gives a hugely enjoyable performance. Hardly subtle, Vanbrugh names his characters to suit their natures – Quentin’s portrayal is far from one-note and is an absolute joy to behold.
Also appearing, but mainly as a supernumerary is veteran comic Les Dennis, cutting his teeth at the RSC. I’m assuming he has a more featured role in this play’s companion piece in repertory – but more of that anon.
Released from the confines of their gallery, the musicians feature on stage, coming and going to cover transitions and to accompany the songs – Paddy Cunneen’s original composition, vibrant, sometimes discordant, enhance the period flavour and the comical nature of proceedings. Rosalind Steele and Toby Webster are in splendid voice as Pipe and Treble respectively.
After much farcical comings-and-goings, including Lord Brute donning a frock and beating up the night’s watch like Old Mother Riley, the action takes a more dramatic turn, and we appreciate the depths of despair and danger Lady Brute endures. Gilbreath and Slinger flip from wry comic barbs to horribly tense domestic abuse and it’s gripping stuff. The plot is resolved with a quick succession of gasp-worthy revelations but the Brutes remain together, a bitter note among the hilarity and happiness.
Expertly presented, this production will get you laughing from the off. It does run a bit long; this bum on a seat was a bit numb on the seat well before the end. I advise you to get out and stretch your legs during the interval. It’s a long haul but it’s more than worth it.
Behaving badly: Caroline Quentin as Lady Fanciful (Photo: Pete Le May, c RSC)
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THE ADDAMS FAMILY
Birmingham Hippodrome, Tuesday 6th June, 2017
Charles Addams’s characters first appeared in single-panel cartoons in the New Yorker – delicious gems offering snapshots of a dark psyche at work. When the 1960s TV series appeared, it gave Addams’s family voices and movement, stories that flipped the conventional like a negative photograph. The show also rendered the characters likeable and appealed to queer sensibilities at a time when there was no other mainstream representation. We wallow in the Addamses’ morbidity – it is the ‘normal’ that is held up to be ‘other’.
This new musical (music and lyrics by Andrew Lippa, book by Marshall Brickman and Rick Elice) gives the characters songs, many of them good ones, while providing plenty of laughs in the expected vein.
Cameron Blakely is the excitable head of the household, Gomez Addams, an energetic father figure with a Hispanic flavour. Last seen drowned in a pool in EastEnders, Samantha Womack kills it as his wife Morticia – her deadpan delivery is impeccably timed. She is impressively dour and supremely elegant; her song ‘Death is Just Around the Corner’ is a definite highlight.
Wednesday Addams is presented as older here than she usually is, losing her little girl creepiness – this is so that she is interested in boys and thereby giving the show its plot. Carrie Hope Fletcher is undeniably strong in the role but I would have scored Wednesday’s numbers a little less conventionally to make her sound more like a Lene Lovich or Kate Bush type. It is the lyrics alone that subvert from the norm. This Wednesday is a musical theatre student who couldn’t decide for Halloween between Wednesday Addams and Katniss Everdene.
Conversely, Grant McIntyre’s Puggsley, the creepy little brother with a penchant for explosives, actually sounds weird when he’s singing his solo.
Valda Aviks is good fun as the vulgar Grandma, while TV’s Les Dennis is in excellent form as Uncle Fester. Dickon Gough’s cadaverous butler Lurch almost steals the show with his comic timing.
The ‘normals’ who come to dinner are Dale Rapley as boorish father Mal, Oliver Ormson as Wednesday’s main squeeze, Lucas, and Charlotte Page as mum Alice – the most developed of the three – in a belter of a performance.
Diego Pitarch’s set is beautifully derelict and gothic, while Ben Cracknell’s lighting paints the set in spots and shadows, maintaining an overall darkness with characters in pools of light, just like Addams’s original cartoons. A baroque chorus of Addams ancestors haunts the stage for added spookiness.
Director Matthew White keeps the thin plot moving along; there is an emphasis on snappy one-liners rather than character development, but everything about this production is exquisite. We enjoy the time we spend with these people in a show that amuses and delights at every turn.
Creepy and kooky, Cameron Blakely and Samantha Womack (Photo: Matt Martin)
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