Sunday, 28 June 2009

Been So Long **** TNT

Friday 26 June 2009 15:29 GMT

The plot of Che Walker’s sparky reworked 1998 play (now with music by Arthur Darvill) could be written on a postage stamp – but his new vibrant production has an infectious energy which makes for a hugely enjoyable evening.

Much of its success is thanks to Naana Agyei-Ampadu whose loud-mouthed, straight talking Yvonne blasts onto the stage in a tight yellow dress and belts out her numbers with the raunchiness, if not the technique, of a Tina Turner in the making. She and best mate Simone are, supposedly, having a girls night out at the Arizona, but the bar is on the verge of permanent closure and what Yvonne really wants is to “find a man” and “grind a man.”

All that’s on offer is Harry Hepple’s nerdy white boy Gil (who’s looking for revenge 'cos somebody stole his girl) and lovesick barman Barney (soul singer Omar Lyefook). Then in comes babe magnet Raymond – but he’s far more interested – for the moment, at least - in single mum Simone.

There’s not much depth to Walker’s characters, but the hip-hop, blues and soul numbers are delivered with gusto, and his dialogue sparkles with a witty mix of faux Shakespeare and street to provide a sassy snapshot of love and sex and London nightlife.

Young Vic, The Cut, SE1 8LZ tube Southwark / Waterloo (0207 922 2922) till 14 July (£22.50, under 26’s £10)

Karoo Moose **** TNT

Friday 26 June 2009 15:14 GMT

This imaginative production from Cape Town’s Baxter Theatre Company begins with the folkloric sighting of an escaped moose in the barren Karoo region, which merges into a tale of rape, poverty and trauma.

From a stooping granny to a white policeman, only six excellent actors play a whole village of characters, switching identity with quick-as-a-flash fluidity. Abandoning antlers and adding a hair clip changes man from eponymous moose one moment to thumb-sucking little girl the next.

And at the centre is Chuma Sopotela’s 15-year-old Thozama, whose dreams of a better future seem doomed when her feckless father sacrifices her virginity to pay off gambling debts.

This is a warm, vibrant and ultimately optimistic celebration of the art of storytelling.

Tricycle Theatre, Kilburn High Rd, NW6 7JR Kilburn (020 7328 1000). Until Jul 11. £10-20

Derren Brown - Enigma **** TNT

Friday 26 June 2009 15:34 GMT

How does he do it?

And how do you review a show when the press have, understandably, been asked not to reveal too much of what kept everyone guessing for over two hours as Derren Brown hypnotised, mesmerised and completely baffled us with a succession of mind-boggling displays?

Brown’s banter can be pretty waspish, but he’s honed the linking patter to a slick perfection in which even apparent errors have a part to play. He’s shown on television that he can make strange things happen, but there’s nothing like witnessing him in the flesh – a neat, besuited figure with a slightly devilish air and an uncanny ability to understand - or is it influence?- his audience.

Participants are randomly selected by the throw of a Frisbee (you’re in with a chance in the dress circle and the stalls, though the upper circle seems out of his reach) but if you think he uses stooges, think again. On press night, at least one theatre critic and the partner of another ended up on stage and were flummoxed along with the rest of us.

One man was put into a trance and became as rigid as a plank suspended between two chairs; a woman’s childhood memory was inexplicably sussed, and somehow Brown was able to “read” a watch face wrapped in a layer of tin foil.

Occasionally, you might think you’ve worked out his blend of mindreading, psychological illusion, suggestion and showmanship – but when he adds an extra layer of magic, then another, the abilities of this polished performer become creepily inexplicable once more.

Adelphi, Strand, WC2E 7NN (0844 579 0090) tube Charing Cross www.seetickets.com till 18th July (£25-£45 Premium seats £65)

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

S-27 *** TNT

Tuesday 23 June 2009 15:57 GMT

Inspired by the real life story of Nhem En, Sarah Grochala’s short new play (the inaugural winner of Amnesty International’s “Protect the Human Playwriting Competition”) changes the name and sex of the main protagonist and the identification of the security prison where he worked in Cambodia in the late 70’s, but the story it tells is pretty grim all the same.

Under the Khmer Rouge, teenage Nhem En’s job was to methodically photograph prisoners on arrival at Tuol Sleng (S-21) before they were tortured and killed. That’s just what fictional May has to do for an unspecified Organisation as, one after another, the captives enter the former classroom from which, for them, there is only one way out. Tagged with an S-27 label, a snivelling young boy, a belligerent former policeman who terrorised her father, a mother desperate to save her baby - even a cousin - pose in front of her lens as part of the terrible process. Anonymous in head to toe black, May methodically gets on with her task, forcing herself to banish all emotion to save her own skin and trying to retain her idealistic beliefs.

You can see the cracks showing in Pippa Nixon’s May as she battens down all vestiges of humanity, whilst her assistant (Brooke Kinsella’s June) is coldly, sadistically focussed on getting the job done.

Not all the detainees in Stephen Keyworth’s production look convincingly as though they’re staring death in the face, but Tom Reed’s angry, damaged Col is a visual manifestation of the filth and moral degradation which has enabled him to survive – so far – under a brutal, unforgiving regime.

Finborough, Finborough Road, SW10 9ED. Earl’s Court Tube (0844 847 1652) finboroughtheatre.co.uk till 6th July (£9 - £13)

Sunday, 21 June 2009

A Doll's House This is London
Playwright Zinnie Harris is either remarkably prescient or has been updating her new version of Ibsen’s classic feminist drama as the current scandal of MPs’ expenses unfolds. She’s moved events from Norway in 1879 to London thirty years later where, on Christmas Eve, Nora is decorating the festive tree in the house her family has occupied since her husband Thomas’s recent promotion to an important government post. His first increased paycheque hasn’t yet arrived, though, and both her dress and her behaviour speak of a worryingly extravagant attitude to money.
But there’s more to Nora than even her husband realises and her apparent spendthrift nature belies a ‘save and mend’ frugality which she’s kept hidden from all. He sees his ‘Nora Mouse’ as a trophy wife, eager to please in the bedroom but not to be troubled with serious affairs, whereas in reality her efforts (including a forged signature) have created the façade which has safeguarded his political success but now threaten to undo it.
It’s an evening of well-acted contrasts with Tara Fitzgerald’s widowed Christine an austere counterpoint to Gillian Anderson’s troubled, doll-like Nora, andToby Stephens’ patronising Thomas (Torvald, a bank clerk, in the original) bursting with a puffed-up vitality long drained from Anton Lesser’s tubercular Dr. Rank and Christopher Eccleston’s embittered Kelman (the disgraced previous holder of Thomas’s cabinet post).
Anthony Ward’s lofty design of unfilled floor to ceiling bookshelves hints ominously that the transformation to family home is destined never to happen, and director Kfir Yefet’s production leaves no doubt that morals can be very flexible - especially when there’s no possibility of discovery.
Donmar until 18 July.

The King and I **** TNT

Friday 19 June 2009 16:43 GMT

It takes a while to adjust to the vast space but, with the help of Rodgers & Hammerstein’s catchy, well-known melodies, Jeremy Sams’ sumptuously-designed production soon finds its feet as feisty widow Anna arrives at the court of the King of Siam to undertake the tuition of the most favoured of his numerous offspring – 67 and still counting. The sheer scale precludes any intimacy, but there’s still much to enjoy.

Based on a romanticised version of the true story of Anna Leonowens (who lived in Siam in the 1860’s) this 1951 collaboration depicts a ruler who wants his country to benefit from the best that Western knowledge has to offer, yet still expects his numerous wives to bow down before him. There are serious issues here (and, for her part, Anna is more than eager to impose imperialist values on this foreign culture) but it’s the score and the more joyful moments that have ensured this musical’s enduring popularity.

Playing in the round to a potential audience of thousands isn’t easy, and Lost star Daniel Dae Kim hasn’t quite the stern authority of his bald-headed cinematic predecessor Yul Brunner. And - no matter how superior this monarch thinks he is – he can’t match the women when it comes to delivering a song. But he has a boyishly stubborn temper combined with a hint of danger which adds interest to the respect which develops between him and Maria Friedman’s equally strong-willed Anna.

With their backgrounds in opera and musical theatre, Yanle Zhong’s lovesick Tuptim (the reluctant latest addition to his harem) and Jee Hyun Lim’s dignified Lady Thiang (wife number one) give beautifully sung renditions of the haunting We Kiss in a Shadow and Something Wonderful. And Friedman’s performance and voice are pure joy throughout – despite the constraints imposed by the voluminous crinoline she wears as East and West briefly come together and the English governess polkas with the Siamese King.

Royal Albert Hall , Kensington Gore, SW7 2AP tube South Kensington (020 7838 3100) Till 28 June (£ 21.50 - £62.50)

Sunday, 14 June 2009

Taking Sides and Collaboration **** TNT

Saturday 13 June 2009 11:24 GMT

Written over a decade apart, South African born Ronald Harwood’s intelligent and thought provoking dramas make excellent companion pieces, but can also be enjoyed and appreciated separately. Both concern themselves with the role of famous musicians during the Second World War, posing questions about their behaviour when faced with dangerously difficult moral choices.

In Taking Sides (which dates from 1995), the focus is on Wilhelm Furtwangler, the German conductor who was highly esteemed by Hitler but managed to save the lives of several Jews before finally fleeing to Switzerland towards the end of the War. Set in the American Zone of occupied Berlin in 1946, it sees him under pressure from an uncultured US Major (a former insurance claims investigator) who has witnessed the horrors of Belsen and is determined to push him into confessing to having been a member of the Nazi party – an accusation which, like the loyal members of his orchestra, he vehemently denies.

Michael Pennington endows Furtwangler with a haughty, hurt weariness as he defends the role of his art and the correctness of his actions, whilst David Horovitch is superb as the driven Major Arnold, unshakeable in his belief that compromise cannot be acceptable under a Fascist regime.

Up to a point, Collaboration (written in 2008, and somewhat slower to grip) provides some of the answers to what motivated those who did not openly defy (or flee from) the Third Reich. It follows the friendship between the German composer Richard Strauss (another fine performance from Pennington) and his Austrian Jewish librettist, Stefan Zweig (Horovitch, again, in subtle, restrained mode) as it comes under increasing strain with the rise of Hitler.

Already an old man in 1931, Strauss is reinvigorated by this new artistic collaboration, but whilst Zweig is under no illusion as to what is happening to his beloved Europe, Strauss naively believes that his reputation is, in itself, sufficient to defy a totalitarian authority - until, that is, Martin Hutson’s chilling Nazi official icily forces him to bear in mind that his daughter-in-law and hence his grandchildren are Jewish.

Ambiguity abounds and, at the end of these penetrating and rewarding productions, the uneasy question still remains - what would you have done in their shoes?

Duchess, Catherine Street, WC2B 5LA (0844 412 4659) Charing Cross tube, nimaxtheatres.com Until 29th August (£21 - £46 each show , multishow offers available)

Kursk **** TNT

Saturday 13 June 2009 11:20 GMT

Ever wondered what it’s like living in a submarine?

You’ll certainly get a taste of life deep below the sea’s surface as you enter the astonishingly transformed studio space of multi-tiered metal walkways, flashing lights, control rooms and cramped living quarters. Watching from above, or milling on the ground following the action, the audience is immersed in this twilight world of male banter and increasingly high tension as a British hunter-killer sub heads towards the Barents Sea on a secret mission to glean information about the latest Russian nuclear submarine. An atmospheric soundscape heightens the intimate claustrophobia and underlines the vital need to identify any unexpected noise which could signal disaster or result in detection.

Inspired by the real life tragedy in 2000 when over 100 Russian submariners lost their lives aboard the Kursk, Sound&Fury theatre company in conjunction with playwright Bryony Lavery make each of the British sailors a recognisable but wholly credible type – one studies poetry in his off-duty moments, another has just become a dad, and, like the rest of the crew, Casanovaken eagerly awaits the all too brief telegrams from home which, in his case, come from his latest hot conquest.

And then there’s the commander. Facing unexpected life and death decisions whilst remaining constantly aware of the bigger political and practical picture, he guides us – and his vessel - on a gripping underwater journey to the icy depths of the North Pole.

Young Vic, The Cut, SE1 8LZ tube Southwark / Waterloo (0207 922 2922) till 27 June (£17.50, under 26’s £10)

Sunday, 7 June 2009

Amongst Friends ** TNT

Saturday 06 June 2009 15:45 GMT

It’s not just Richard and Lara’s dinner party which goes seriously off the rails with the arrival of an unexpected interloper who hijacks April De Angelis’s new play and sends it crashing into the realms of the ludicrous. It makes you wonder whether the cast – most of whom are familiar TV faces and more than competent stage actors – bothered to read the script past the first few pages.

High up in their posh east London minimalist flat, safely located within a gated complex, deselected New Labour MP turned novelist Richard and Lara (his agoraphobic tabloid columnist wife) are playing host to former neighbours - breast-care nurse Caitlin and drug counsellor Joe. There’s been virtually no contact between them since their acrimonious parting six years ago when the financially upwardly mobile couple moved away. Into this tense reunion barges working class Shelley, demanding large sums of money to fund a youth centre in memory of her deceased lout of a son, and blaming each of them for his early demise.

De Angelis is trying to make a point about the destructive isolation which comes with perceived security, and the inequity of an uncaring society divided by wealth and class. But this is a seriously disappointing mess of a play in need of a serious rewrite – and no amount of killer-heeled contempt from Helen Baxendale’s uptight, immaculate Lara, nor more-than-decent performances (Aden Gillett’s self-serving Richard, James Dreyfus’s cynical Joe and Emma Cunniffe’s earth motherly Caitlin) could possibly rescue it in its current predictable, implausible state.

Hampstead Theatre, Eton Avenue, NW3 3EU (020 7722 9301) until June 13 (£15-£25 -under 26’s £10)

Grasses of a Thousand Colours ***TNT

Saturday 06 June 2009 15:49 GMT

A short New Yorker swamped in a black dressing gown welcomes the audience to a reading of his memoirs and proceeds to tell us how lucky he’s been – intelligent, born into wealth which has increased by his own scientific endeavours, and, as it turns out, never short of a woman in his life.

But Wallace Shawn’s new three hour offering is weird in the extreme and has darker matters to pursue as memoirist Ben (played by Shawn himself) digresses into a peculiar blend of disturbing fairytale concerning a white cat called Blanche, thoughts about the effect man’s (and his own) interference has had on the planet, and extended musings about his very best friend – his “massive” member!

It’s a strange experience watching this unprepossessing, gnome of a playwright/actor cuddling up to his beautiful first wife Cerise, his voluptuous mistress Robin and the much younger Rose (just a fraction of his age) – especially when, catlike, Cerise affectionately licks his bald pate.

And although Shawn is concerned about the Pandora’s box of ills that might fly open when human intervention turns animals cannibalistically omnivore, it’s the surreal accounts of Ben’s sex-life (part real, part nightmare, part bestial) and his relationship with his penis which predominates.

Miranda Richardson’s Cerise is the epitome of cat-ness, whilst Jennifer Tilly’s sensually smiling Robin has most definitely got the cream - and is eager for more. Shawn makes an entertaining (if self-indulgent) raconteur, but his/Ben’s lurid interest in Blanche goes way beyond mere stroking and petting and my own much-loved feline has been strongly advised to give them all a very wide berth indeed.

Royal Court Theatre, Sloane Square, SW1W 8AS Sloane Square tube (020 7565 5000) until 27th June (£10-£15)


Aunt Dan and Lemon ***TNT

Saturday 06 June 2009 16:02 GMT

The final full-scale production in the Royal Court’s Wallace Shawn season is a classy revival of this 1985 work which, in structure and intent to shock liberal complacency, bears some similarity to both Fever which preceded it and his new Grasses of a Thousand Colours currently playing upstairs.
This time, the narrator who welcomes us into her little flat is an anorexic female in her mid twenties whose life experience and sexual exploits are all second-hand. Sitting with her array of liquidised fruit drinks, Jane Horrocks’ sickly Lemon begins to tell us about her fascination with the Nazis, then digresses into an account of her relationship with Danielle, the American academic who was once her parents’ closest friend - until, somewhere along the way, the adults’ friendship turned sour over Dan’s enthusiastic support of Henry Kissinger and his actions during the Vietnam war.
Lemon, however, remained under her influence – soaking up her reminiscences of louche encounters and premeditated murder for money which are brought vividly to life by noirishly seductive characters emerging ghostlike from the shadows.

Director Dominic Cooke’s atmospheric production shows how easy it is for a charismatic adult to pollute the mind of a susceptible child, and, uncomfortably prodding the audience’s conscience, Shawn makes the point that, sometimes, society is all too ready to let someone else do the dirty work on its behalf.

Royal Court Theatre, Sloane Square, SW1W 8AS, (020 7565 5000) until 27th June (£10-£25)