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Susan Elkin reviews: John and Jen

Show: John and Jen

Society: Southwark Playhouse

Venue: Southwark Playhouse. 77-85 Newington Causeway, London

Credits: by Andrew Lippa and Tom Greenwald

Type: Sardines

Author: Susan Elkin

Performence Date: 02/08/2021

John and Jen

Susan Elkin | 03 Aug 2021 16:35pm

All photos: Danny Kaan


I may be prejudiced (all right – I am) but I was predisposed towards this show as soon as I saw the band: two violins, cello and keyboard – almost a classical quartet. I guessed we were in for something lyrical, thoughtful and human and I was right.

John and Jen is a two hander chamber musical dating from 1991 but composers, Andrew Lippa and Tom Greenwald worked with director Guy Retallack to update it for this production so the long time trajectory now ends in 2023. I don’t suppose that was difficult to do because the story and the issues are timeless. And although it is firmly set in America the messages are universal.

It’s a play in two very distinct halves. In the first John (Lewis Corney) and Jen (Rachel Tucker) are siblings growing up in a troubled, often abusive household. Jen, who is older does as much as she can to protect her little brother but it isn’t enough – she is, after all, a teenager with a life to lead.  By the interval she seems to have failed him.

But, in an unexpected twist (no spoilers) she then gets a second chance. Of course she tries so hard that she comes within a hair’s breadth of blowing it. Thus the whole piece is about family relationships, nurturing loved ones, respecting each other and letting go. So it speaks to every one of us.

Tucker is convincing at all stages of Jen’s life – whether she’s being a stroppy teenager or an overzealous middle aged woman. The music, which is often naturalistically sung dialogue rather than songs or numbers, suits her voice and we hear a wide range of registers. There’s a pretty spectacular full belt number in the second half which got a spontaneous round of applause on press night.

She and Corney have palpable chemistry between them. He finds a pleasing range of moods for John – good as trusting child, an anxious adolescent, a troubled young adult and there’s a hilarious baseball scene. I liked the way Lippa sometimes puts John’s tenor line higher than Jen’s mezzo one in duets – it changes the dynamic in their relationship at times.

And as for that band, yes they make a lovely sound in a pretty complex  score blending together attractively with music director  Chris Ma on keys. It’s a nice touch to have them in full view at the side of the stage.

John and Jen

BBC Prom: Scottish Symphony Orchestra, Maxim Emelyanychev- 1st Augus

Royal Albert Hall London - Theatre - visitlondon.comVery much a concert for discerning grown ups, this event presented Mozart’s last three symphonies as a triptych. It was imaginative programming which certainly highlighted new aspects of three very familiar 1788 works as well as linking them together – a journey, as it were, all the way from the Haydnesque slow E flat major introduction in number 39 to the glorious fugue which ends number 41.

Maxim Emelyanychev, principal conductor of SCO since 2019, is a flamboyantly balletic conductor, sweeping and crouching to coax the sound he wants: much more Gustavo Dudamel than Adrian Boult. Often he gestures the rhythm rather than beating time. Mostly it works although there were several ragged openings and one or two places when the orchestra simply wasn’t together. Having to seat distanced in deference to Covid probably doesn’t help with this although positioning horns, double basses, trumpets and tympani spaced on a higher tier at the back ensured that lots of detail came through. And it’s always good to see and hear second violins placed opposite firsts rather than buried in the heart of the orchestra. It enhances clarity.

I especially liked the wind work in the trio section of no 39 and the delightful decoration in the repeat. The horn interjections in the allegro, which usually go unnoticed, were rather nice too.

The highlight of the concert was its centre piece – no 40 in its navy blue G minor, packed here with plenty of edgy angst. I admired the circularity of Emelyanychev’s andante in which each wind solo grew seamlessly out of the one before and he gave us a strong, crisp allegro with sparkily dramatic general pauses.

And so to the grandeur of the C Major “Jupiter”, no 41 in which the recapitulation in the allegro sounded bright and fresh as did the arrestingly done development section. Emelyanychev gave us sensitive sweetness and some idyllic piano passages in the andante and really ran with the opening filigree texture in the final movement before the excitement of the fugue in which ideas are batted round the orchestra.

It was a thoughtful and enjoyable concert and, like everyone else, after a two year gap I was moved and thrilled to be back in the Royal Albert Hall with that unique Proms atmosphere.

First published by Lark Reviewshttps://www.larkreviews.co.uk/?p=6567

African Queen(2)My father, not a lover of written fiction, preferred films. And one of his favourites was John Huston’s 1951 The African Queen based on CS Forester’s 1935 novel. That meant that I saw it  several times when I was growing up before eventually coming to the novel and discovering what a little masterpiece it is. I doubt that my father ever read it any more than I’ve seen the film since about 1965. But the novel is a firm favourite of mine and it was a treat to take down my well thumbed copy for a revisit.

What strikes me now, over 50 years since I first enjoyed it, is what a classic it is in every sense. If you subscribe to the view, as I do, that all fiction is rooted in a handful of basic, timeless stories then The African Queen is at least three of them. In case you don’t know the story it gives us a frumpy missionary’s sister and a cockney mechanic forced by circumstances to escape down a treacherous central African river to outwit the ruling Germans in 1914. Thus it is a quest story as they head for the lake with a crazy plan to strike a blow for Britain. It is also a  seeing off the monster (Germany) narrative and against the odds it is also a very unlikely, passionate, tender love story. No wonder it works so well.

I relish the way Forester, whose writing is economical and sometimes even spare, describes the river with its rapids, shoals, cataracts, bends, rushes, weeds, leeches. The water swirls and changes colour as they haul themselves through the overgrown channels in the delta after the dangers of shooting at high speed through stretches which were regarded by explorers and mapmakers as unnavigable. It’s always sensual, often colourful and never overwritten.

He’s brilliant on the feelings of both characters too – Rose’s dogged determination and Alnutt’s skilful ingenuity create a strong team and the development of the relationship between them is beautifully judged. So are the descriptions of Alnutt keeping the boat going by collecting driftwood to burn in the boiler, repairing propeller and shaft and, eventually improvising a couple of torpedoes.

Of course EM Forster would have had a few things to say about it As he points out in Aspects of the Novel, Homo Fictus doesn’t quite function like Homo Sapiens. Although Alnutt and Rose bathe off the boat privately from each other at first we are left to assume that their bladders and bowels stop working when they leave the Mission. And doesn’t Rose have periods? After weeks of “marriage” to Alnutt she’d probably be pregnant anyway but it’s a minor gripe – and really just a reflection of how many novels were written 86 years ago although I’m not sure I noticed it when I first read it.

It’s quite an accolade for a book, I think, if you can read and like it at 18, come back to it decades later in maturity and still admire it. Rereads can be disappointing – but not this one. I see the film is available on Netflix and I’m wondering whether to revisit that too.African Q old

Next week on Susan’s Bookshelves: A Twist of the Knife by Peter James

 

 

Show: Treasure Island

Society: Half Cut Theatre

Venue: The Kentford, Newmarket, Bury Road, Kentford, Newmarket

Credits: Devised adaptation from the novel by Robert Louis Stevenson

Type: Sardines

Author: Susan Elkin

Performence Date: 31/07/2021

Treasure Island

Susan Elkin | 31 Jul 2021 22:47pm

Half Cut theatre certainly knows how to entertain family audiences. And this show, complete with strong story telling, versatile acting, sea shanty-type songs and a wackily witty take on Cha Cha Slide is a fine example of it.

Most people know Robert Louis Stevenson’s story of Jim Hawkins sailing off with a shipload of goodies and baddies in search of treasure and this 80 minute take on it (devised and developed by the company) works because it keeps dropping in little dollops of inappropriately modern language thus never taking itself too seriously. It’s very funny in places. I love the idea of cheese-loving Ben Gunn coming home to run a cheesemonger stall in Leeds Market, for instance.

It’s also splendidly feminist. Verity Kirk plays Jim as a feisty girl with an astonishingly powerful voice. Sophie Wilkinson gives a really sparky account of the complex  Long John Silver full of Scots menace and lithe charisma. And I don’t know whose idea it was to play the parrot as a louche, scarf draped female in yellow tights rather than the usual small puppet but James Camp is great fun in the role.

Francesca Barker, like the rest of the cast, hops adeptly in and out of roles and hats and finds a nice authoritarian stance for the Captainess. George Readshaw is a suitably nasty Blind Pew and hilarious as Ben Gunn who talks to the ducks because for many years they were his only company. And Alex Wilson is good value as the Squire Trelawney who never quite manages to be in charge.

I’m struck, again, by how well this company uses a wide range of accents to underpin the multi-rolling and make it so clear that even the youngest child in the audience will know who is who at all times.

I’m so glad that Half Cut Theatre has a good tour booked for this show and hope the rain continues to hold off for them as it did at Kentford, near Newmarket where I caught it.

This review was first published by Sardines magazine: https://www.sardinesmagazine.co.uk/review/treasure-island-4/

Show: A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Society: Bromley Community Arts Theatre (BCAT)

Venue: Amphitheatre of Church House Gardens. Church Road, Bromley, Kent

Credits: William Shakespeare. Directed by Pauline Armour, Simon Clark, David Evans & Debbie Griffiths

Type: Sardines

Author: Susan Elkin

Performence Date: 22/07/2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Susan Elkin | 23 Jul 2021 10:47am

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is so familiar that you might think that there’s not much scope left for originality. You’d be wrong as this interesting and highly competent production shows. Yes, why not have Demetrius and Lysander physically scrapping at the back like schoolboys during Egeus’s tiresome fulminations? Why not set the Rude Mechanicals’ burgomask to a clumpy accelerating version of the clog dance from La Fille Mal Garde with the three couples joining in? Why not put the Mechanicals in identifier placards for Pyramus and Thisbe so that they further subvert their own play? And those are just examples.  Directorial good ideas show up in nearly every scene – possibly because it is, unusually, directed by a quartet rather than by an individual.

The large cast – drawn via open auditions from amateur companies across the London Borough of Bromley – have not worked together before because Bromley Community Arts Theatre is a new venture. But, my goodness, they work smoothly as a team. The lovers’ quarrel in the wood is so slick and funny that it got a spontaneous round of applause in the performance I saw. Sarah Kidney simpers and sneers as Hermia. Alice Foster gets more and more upset and angry. And Robert O’Neill and Daniel Pabla as Lysander and Demetruis respectively have worked up a finely nuanced double act.

I really liked David Evans as Oberon. He has a very musical delivery managing both high and low “notes” with total clarity and audibility. He also conveys all the necessary charismatic gravitas and sinister other worldliness. Like all the cackling and hissing fairies, he wears floaty grey and black robes with lots of black and white makeup.  The rest of the cast are more or less in a fairly spiky form of modern dress with Hippolyta (Alicia Clarke, who plays her rather engagingly as quasi dominatrix with feminist sympathies) sporting a magnificent scarlet dress and gloves for her wedding.  Costumes are subtly colour coded too which is a neat touch. The nobles are in red and turquoise and the mechanicals in brown.

Most outstanding of all is Chris de Pury as Bottom. He commands the stage and knows exactly how to squeeze every possible laugh out of every word. His soliloquy when he wakes from the dream is one of the best I’ve ever seen. It is notable that he, like almost everyone else in this cast, manages to make the text sound freshly minted and very clear. The audience were laughing not only at stage business and situations but at the text itself and that is an achievement for any company.

The show sits beautifully in the amphitheatre in the park which, I gather, has not been used for a proper play for 20 years. The enormous trees and the lake provide a perfect setting and I’m pleased to learn that there are now plans to use the space again.

Bromley CAT has managed to stage this enjoyable production under extraordinarily difficult circumstances including Covid, restricted rehearsals and having to change venues three weeks before the opening. Warmest congratulations, therefore, to everyone involved and I look forward to seeing more work from this company very soon.

First published by Sardines Magazine: https://www.sardinesmagazine.co.uk/review/a-midsummer-nights-dream-9/

The Choir of Man continues at Underbelly’s London Wonderground until 5 September 2021.

Star rating: four stars ★ ★ ★ ★ ✩

We’re in a pub called The Jungle where eight cheerful chaps are singing, joshing, laughing, jigging about and passing pints drawn onstage into the audience – while catchy trad tunes are belted out on a backing tape.

It’s a gloriously upbeat prelude to a show which celebrates pub culture and, in many ways, took me happily back to the smoky, exuberant folk clubs of my youth.

Andrew Kay and Nic Doodson’s show – once it actually gets going – features lots of 20th century pop classics, close harmony numbers, songs from shows, ballads and more as the cast bounces round the pub set using the bar and a table as mini performance spaces …

Read the rest of this review at Musical Theatre Review: https://musicaltheatrereview.com/the-choir-of-man-london-wonderground/

The Selfish Giant – Garsington Opera at Wormsley July 2021

Opera Pavilion | Garsington OperaThe lovely big playing space in this lightest, airiest of venues so elegantly (operatically) sited in the leafy undulations of the green and gorgeous Wormsley estate, is quite a setting for a youth opera. And every single one of the 75 young cast members does it justice. So does the team of young stage managers and the young designers who helped find ways of bringing this piece to stage.

This show was originally planned for 2020 but we all know what happened then. In the event it’s a very poignant story for now. The eponymous giant throws the children out of his garden so that they have nowhere to play. Eventually – it’s a one hour piece – he comes to think otherwise and human mixing is restored.

How do you depict a giant on stage convincingly in a fairly simple production? You find a portly singer/actor – Matthew Stiff – with a resonant bass voice, dress him (initially) in black with a flapping raincoat and give him a larger than lifesize model head on a pole to hold – and it’s neatly effective. One of two professional singers in this show, he brings real warmth to the role as his character gradually learns and changes. The other professional is Barbara Cole Walton who plays a linnet, holding a model bird and singing mostly from the top of a ladder. She is gently, smilingly avian and her top notes are quite something.

The other lead is a child – talented Barnaby Scholes – who confronts the giant and looks very effective next to him because he’s small. Barnaby sings treble poignantly. Ultimately his character turns out to be stronger in spirit than body although he achieves his aim. That blend of feistiness and fragility is well captured

But the real high spots in this show are the choruses in which it’s good to see so many boys and an accomplished group of over-18s who sing a couple of choral numbers.

Jessica Duchen’s libretto is clear and unfussy (“The garden looks marvellous. I couldn’t do this alone”) and John Barber’s music is highly evocative. Words and music complement each other. Scored for a small group and played by a six-piece band drawn from the Philharmonia and conducted by Jack Ridley, every note conveys a message. I especially liked the scoring for a winter dance sequence with tinkly discords, faintly reminiscent of Britten, followed by a minor key passage and lots of tambourine.

The whole show, under Karen Gillingham’s practised directorship, is actually a bit of a miracle. Young people have had to audition and rehearse digitally for much of the time with masks and distancing requirements even when they finally got together. The over eighteens didn’t meet each other or the rest of the cast until 5 days before the show. Twenty four hours before curtain up the accordionist was “pinged” so the part had to be rewritten for keyboard tight against the clock.

One always hopes that these enterprising Garsington youth and community operas will live on especially as this one got only a single performance at Wormsley. The good news is that The Selfish Giant, which was co-produced by Opera North, will be staged at Leeds next year.

First published by Lark Reviews

I was sent a proof copy of this novel a few months ago and it published earlier this month. Historical fiction is part of my eclectic taste along with family sagas, literary stuff, young adult fiction and anything to do with detectives. So I pounced on this brick of a book which is actually a sequel to an earlier novel but I was half way through it before I realised that.

Now – having grown up on Jean Plaidy and Anya Seyton – much of the history I know first came to my attention through fiction. But most of it was, and still is, British via Philippa Gregory, CJ Sansom, Hilary Mantel et al.  The Tsarina’s Daughter plunged me into eighteenth century Imperialist Russia and it felt a bit deep end because most of my usual landmarks were missing.

However I learned an enormous amount – assisted my Google which I kept consulting to check that the historical facts are right. And of course they are.  As historian Will Durrant observed: Education is a progressive discovery of our ignorance.

Elizabeth is the daughter of Peter the Great in a dynasty which has succession by appointment rather than automatic birthright, Her fortunes go up and down after the death of her father and life is hideously dangerous and very violent. Puzzlingly, characters seem to keep changing their personality – friendly one minute and (very) hostile the next but everyone is involved in a power struggle and I suppose the (literal) backstabbing culture really was part of everyday life.

Lizenka, as she is known to her intimates, eventually rises to the top of the pile, against the odds and after a couple of colourfully evoked love affairs, and reigns for twenty years.

It’s an interesting read for another reason. I will overlook the occasional jarring laziness in the writing (“Russia was caught between a rock and a hard place”) for the general knowledge I picked up. The Russian version of soured cream is known as smetena and the whip used for corporal punishment at court was a knout – what a useful Scrabble word! There is a nice lot of this sort of thing in what is actually a pretty compelling novel.  I might now read Alpsten’s Tsarina which was published last year.

Next week on Susan’s Bookshelves: The African Queen by CS Forester