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Letting Go

Letting go

You lie, dying

Inch by inch.

While I am brightly, tightly alive

In my rainbow summer clothes,

Smelling of outdoors and real life.

 

Your fingers fumble, like Falstaff’s

With the soft, white hospital sheet.

Your lower lip trembles as you breathe softly in your deep, ever deeper, sleep.

 

And the gaping gulf between us continues to widen.

The ship you’re aboard is  sliding slowly away from the quayside,

Leaving me on dry land, alone.

 

I kiss you.

I murmur “I love you”

I stroke your head, hands and arms.

I try to rouse you.

 

You slumber on, oblivious.

Never have I felt so close to you.

Never have I felt so far from you.

 

Once you could make me laugh

Or arch in ecstasy.

Now a massive hole yawns

Where communication once was.

 

I sit, queasy, uneasy

Watching, waiting.

Or I chat cheerfully to other patients and staff

Because they have a future

And my professional manner is a useful mask.

 

And then back to your bedside

For a quiet, private tear.

 

Don’t linger, my love.

It’s time to go.

Your job here is done.

I’ll manage without you.

Somehow.

 

@Susan Elkin 04 August 2019

I’m an inclusivity advocate. I love colour-blind or “rainbow” casting such as you see in the current production of Oklahoma at Chichester or in the fabulous Six the Musical now running indefinitely at the Arts Theatre in London.

There is, as far as I’m concerned, absolutely no reason why Hamlet shouldn’t be played by a BAME (black, Asian or minority ethnic) actor provided – and this is the crucial point – that she (or he) has the acting talent and charisma to carry it off.  Exactly the same, of course, applies to Mrs Malaprop, Juliet, Major Barbara, Lady Bracknell, Hector (The History Boys), Johnny “Rooster” Byron (Jerusalem) or almost any other role.

And we’ve seen some absolutely stunning work recently featuring large numbers of BAME actors. The best Death of a Salesman most of us have ever seen at the Young Vic, for example, which is transferring into the West End this autumn. Then there was the Globe’s fabulous Emilia which enjoyed a sell-out West End transfer.

The point – and it’s a major one – is that the actor, irrespective of all other considerations, must be the best possible interpreter of the role for the work in question. Casting, as directors, tell me almost daily, is eighty per cent of a successful show.

Quotas of any sort prevent that because they mean that casting is (partly) affected by factors other than the actor’s rightness for the role.

A casting director told me recently that she is now under pressure to cast BAME actors rather than others – by implication, regardless of ability – because the Arts Council England funding, which the companies in question depend on, rests partly on it.  All her working life she has been free to cast the best possible actor for the role and now she is not. That is political correctness controlling art. And it’s alarmingly wrong.

I am not – by any stretch of the imagination –  a racist.  My Collins Dictionary defines racism as “the belief that races have distinctive cultural characteristics determined by hereditary factors and that this endows some races with an intrinsic superiority over others”. Well of course, I don’t believe that.

Neither, from what he wrote last year, in his Daily Mail review of RSC’s The Fantastic Follies of Mrs Rich, does Quentin Letts who raised a huge storm of angry disapproval.

Letts loathed Leo Wringer’s work as Elder Clerimont finding him, “too cool, too mature, not chinless or daft or funny enough”. Well, that’s just one critic’s opinion. I didn’t see this show and might, as many other reviewers did, have disagreed with Letts if I had.  But that was his view and fair enough.

He then went on to wonder whether Wringer might have been cast because he is black – by implication as part of a quota. If so then, he opined: “the RSC’s clunking approach to politically correct casting has again weakened its stage product.” In other words – quotas and what Letts implicitly identifies as over enthusiasm for sometimes casting the wrong person for the wrong reasons. What Letts definitely did NOT say is that Wringer’s acting is below par because he’s black.

Drama schools have a major problem with this issue too. Every one of them wants to be seen to be open-handedly enrolling people from every possible background including, obviously, BAME actors. I’ve yet to meet anyone in the industry who isn’t striving for inclusivity.

If, however, you have only 30 places to offer on a massively over subscribed acting or musical theatre course then you must award them to the thirty applicants who have the potential to be industry-ready in three years. If they’re taken on for any other reason then your school is taking money under false pretences.

That, I’m sure, is what Gavin Henderson, Principal of Royal Central School of Drama meant when he infuriated the blinkered resignation-demanding brigade in 2018 by remarking that “Quotas would reduce the quality of our student intake.”

I have seen hundreds of end-of-course student showcases and I frequently spot several BAME actors, usually male, who are never going to work professionally in the industry. I know it, their teachers know it and so does every casting director in the room. So why were they enrolled on the course in the first place?  Back to those quotas, official or unofficial? Of course, there are sometimes non-BAME young actors in the same position but much less often.

The crux of all this is that BAME people represent around 15 to 20% of the UK population. Some of them will, of course, have what it takes to make a career in performance. Consider Cynthia Erivo, Paterson Joseph, Sharon D Clarke, David Oyelowo, Sope Dirisu and Chiwetel Ejiofor (and many others), for instance. But it was acting ability, potential and the luck to be spotted which got them where they are now, not quotas.

The M in BAME stands for “minority” so you really can’t logically expect to see drama school classes and show casts with more than around one BAME person in five on a crude average. And every cast member should be there for what she or her brings to the role/show and never for any other reason. It should go without saying too, that not every actor, however good, is right for every role.

 

 

 

 

The Worst Witch continues at the Vaudeville Theatre, London until 8 September 2019.

Star rating: four stars ★ ★ ★ ★ ✩

Jill Murphy’s entertaining, imaginative boarding school for witches pre-dated Harry Potter by a whole generation. And Emma Reeves’ excellent adaptation includes several witty references to make sure that we don’t forget that.

Now transferred from the Royal & Derngate, Northampton, which produced it last year, to the Vaudeville for a short West End run The Worst Witch is humane, funny and beautifully staged.

One of its (many) strengths …

Read the rest of this review at https://musicaltheatrereview.com/the-worst-witch-vaudeville-theatre/

I first encountered Haydn’s Creation, never mind how many years ago, at school. A group of us were then selected to play and sing in a London Schools performance under David Willcocks at Caxton Hall. I played second violin and it was one of those life changing, never to be forgotten experiences. I’ve sung it many times since, too.  I was, therefore, thrilled to see and hear the 200-strong 2019 Proms Youth Choir  making a terrific job of it. I know, from experience, that whatever these young people go on to do in the future, this performance, and the rehearsals for it, will have changed them for ever. And how wonderful to hear a choir with such an enormous body of fine tenors and basses.

Conducting from the harpsichord, Omer Meir Wellber gave us a sensitive Introduction – effectively an atmospheric overture and Haydn was, of course, very good at atmosphere – before the warm magic of Christoper Pohl’s voice filtered in with Im Anfange schuf. It was an inspired idea to have the choir sing the first number off book too because it meant that the cohesion was electric from their very first note.

Pohl is a charismatic and cheerfully empathetic performer. As well as singing with warmth and colour, he frequently looks round at the choir and orchestra and watches other singers attentively. There was a nice moment, for instance, which made the audience chuckle aloud, when he reached the words der himmlische Chor in the Sixth Day section and he gestured to the choir behind him as if to introduce them.

Tenor, Benjamin Hulett and soprano, Sarah-Jane Brandon both put in pleasing performances too. Brandon’s top notes are especially rich and I enjoyed the unexpectedness of Hulett’s suddenly breaking into English for four lines of spoken word near the end. The three work together for trios and duets too and one or two glitches passed almost unnoticed.

But really this performance belonged to the choir (chorus master: Simon Halsey) whose precision, discipline and controlled energy was outstanding especially in the joyous Die Himmel erzahlen. Youth, confidence, insouciance, talent and good training are a powerful combination.

There was also some fine playing from the BBC Philharmonic. This score is fun and we were never allowed to forget that. The gelenkige TigerDas Rind in Herden and das Gewurm were all clearly there and enjoying life in the newly created world.

I wasn’t quite sure why the harpsichord was changed during the interval except that I couldn’t hear the first one in Part One but I could thereafter. Perhaps there was a fault on the one Wellber began on. It didn’t detract, however, from a highly enjoyable performance of one of the finest works in the canon.

First published by Lark Reviews: http://www.larkreviews.co.uk/?cat=3

The evening began with a crisp but warm account of Till Eulenspiegel. There’s something about the acoustic of the Royal Albert Hall and the raked positioning of the orchestra which helps to bring out the detail and colour both melodically and dynamically. The trumpet solo and a couple of contrabassoon entries added noticeably to the spiky drama here, for example.

Stenz is a baton-less conductor with unusually expressive wrists and fingers which he uses balletically to coax what he wants from his players. In the familiar pieces which opened and closed this concert he used no score and rarely did anything as prosaic as beating time.

It was different, though in the trumpet concerto by Swedish composer Tobias Brostrom – played here in the UK for the first time. Stenz used a score and conducted more conventionally as you’d expect in music which is new to every orchestral player. There was a different sort of concentration and tension.  The piece is structured in two halves but three broad sections with the middle “movement” equating approximately to a traditional concerto adagio. The other-worldly percussion in the first section was impressive as the two solo trumpets (Jeroen Berwaerts and Hakan Hardenberger), mostly in thirds or echoing canon, played their haunting rather than melodic parts. It wasn’t a piece which I warmed to particularly although this orchestra played it well and both soloists did a fine job.

And so to the safety of Brahms’s first symphony which Stenz delivered with cohesion and colour especially in the andantewhich brought some really beautiful work from guest principal oboist, Chris Cowie and from Philippe Schartz on trumpet. The pizzicato passages were as vibrant and pointed as I’ve ever heard them and the finale (Stenz by now in whole arm, windmill mode) was both grandiloquent and moving.

Well done, BBC National Orchestra of Wales. It was a pleasant concert and what a sensible decision on the second hottest London day on record to play in shirtsleeves and tie-less.

First published by Lark Reviews: http://www.larkreviews.co.uk/?cat=3

Opera Holland Park, July 2019

What an evening! An inspired pairing with sumptuous singing and two fine, if unfamiliar, scores. It really doesn’t come much better than this.

Ermano Wolf-Ferrari’s 40 minute 1909 comedy features two singers and a silent actor. Countess Susanna (Clare Presland) has secretly taken up smoking when it is still taboo for women. Her husband (Richard Burkhard) smells smoke and assumes she has a lover. There’s a marvellous performance from lithe, expressive John Savourin as the silent but very active, participative butler looking exactly like John Cleese. It’s a lively, cheerful romp with some nice duet work especially in the number in which husband and wife have a gloriously dramatic row. I also loved the hilarious, exotic, quasi-erotic smoking number in which the flute whizzes about wittily in the background. And the reconciliation duet at the end ensures you have something to hum throughout the interval.

And as for the weightier but beautiful Iolanta, why on earth doesn’t it get more outings? I’m surprised, for example, that the delicious 6|8 number at the beginning with harp and violin melody, into which voices eventually break, isn’t played on Classic FM every day.

The joy of Tchaikovsky is the way he blends joyousness with agony and this score is no exception. A very sparky guest conductor under whom I recently played an amateur performance the fifth symphony said semi-seriously: “Tchaikovsky had a lot of issues – he really did!” when trying to get us to step up the anguish. I thought about that several times while listening to Iolanta.

Based on a play by Henrik Hertz, it’s the story of a blind girl who has been brought  up in ignorance of her disability. Then she falls in love although her father has promised her to someone else. Then a doctor turns up and – well, it’s pretty implausible but the singing is fabulous. Natalya Romaniw, who sings with stunning balance and colour, brings all the appropriate passion, naivety and, eventually, emotional maturity to Iolanta as her world is flooded with light. An accolade too for Laura Woods as her friend Marta. She has a voice like good claret and plays this role with warmth, dignity and intelligence. The final, rousing chorus number – exquisitely staged and sung – will haunt me for ages too.

I’m slightly less sure about Takis’s set which includes a large transparent blind across the back of the stage – reminiscent of the one in my over-bath shower at home although this one shimmers in the hanging lights which represent flowers. You can see “off stage” action through it but to me, it’s a bit trite and obvious.

Full marks to John Wilkie who conducts Il segreto di Susanna and to Sian Edwards for Iolanta. Both coax magnificent sounds from the City of London Sinfonia. I’m always impressed with the way the balance works at Opera Holland Park given the huge width of the area which acts as a level “pit”.

First published by Lark Reviews: http://www.larkreviews.co.uk/?cat=3

Much Ado About Nothing – ★★★
William Shakespeare
society/company: Shakespeare’s Wanderers
performance date: 22 Jul 2019
venue: St. George’s Gardens, Wakefield St, Bloomsbury, London WC1H 8HZ
 
Photos: Chris Marchant

★★★

This succinct, two hour version of a play, which I don’t always warm to, tells the story with commendable clarity and makes it very accessible. And the diction and verse speaking is exemplary. It’s never easy in the open air and although St George’s Gardens is a quiet spot (until Heathrow flight path changes about half way though the show) it still takes skilled projection to make every word audible and this company does it expertly.

Director Bryony Thompson’s take on the play is set in Dover late in 1918 as the troops arrive home and it works convincingly – with the men in high waisted trousers and old fashioned braces and the women in simple but elegant dresses. There’s a lot of doubling – a range of accents and simple costume changes – because the play is worked as a six hander. Mostly that comes off although Rebecca Peyton doesn’t look different enough in her four roles.

Mark Rush and Tara Dowd, who co-founded Shakespeare’s Wanderers, play Benedick and Beatrice with sensitivity. The relationship between these two sparring partners who pretend to themselves and each other that the loathing is mutual but who are actually, as all their friends can see, made for each other is the most interesting thing in this play although it’s really a subplot. Rush and Dowd get it absolutely right and the two gulling scenes are fine comedy. I shall long remember Rush listening in while wrapped in a maypole.

A cast of three men and three women mean that much of the casting is gender blind. It actually blurs the play’s ghastly misogyny to make Hero’s parent a mother (Rebecca Peyton as Leonata – good) which is welcome. I never see Much Ado without being furious at the way all the men, except Benedick, immediately believe the malicious false story about Hero’s impurity. And why on earth, after being treated so appallingly at the altar once, does she agree to marry this creep? Well, in this production Julia Parlato, as a very personable Hero, makes it reasonably plausible.

In other roles, Philip Honeywell is wonderful as Dogberry, twisting his diction, moving jerkily with a strange bent body and timing the mangled malapropisms – “Comparisons are odorous” – so that we enjoy every one of them. I also liked Ben Higgins’s Don Pedro which he plays with fruity-voiced gravitas.

 First published by Sardines: http://www.sardinesmagazine.co.uk/reviews/review.php?REVIEW-Shakespeare%27s%20Wanderers%20(professional)-Much%20Ado%20About%20Nothing%20-%20%E2%98%85%E2%98%85%E2%98%85&reviewsID=3647
Oklahoma! – ★★★★
Music by Richard Rodgers. Book & Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II. Based on the play Green Grow the Lilacs by Lynn Riggs.
society/company: Chichester Festival Theatre
performance date: 22 Jul 2019
venue: Festival Theatre, Chichester
 
 
Josie Lawrence as Aunt Eller with members of the company in OKLAHOMA! at Chichester Festival Theatre. Photo: Johan Persson

★★★★

This fine musical can’t fail. All those familiar tunes and a powerful, realistic love story set against the background of Oklahoma joining the Union and becoming State in 1907, ensure that it works every time.

In this pleasant revival of Rogers and Hammerstein’s 1943 masterpiece one of the leading stars is Mark Henderson’s lighting design. From the moment the back screens are pushed back to let the sunlight in during the opening Oh What a Beautiful Morningnumber to the evening at the party we are firmly in the Sooner State. There’s an imaginatively effective sound design from Paul Groothuis too. Every time a gun fires the birds panic and settle. During the quieter outdoor scenes you can hear insects. It couldn’t be more atmospheric. And director, Jeremy Sams makes good use of the theatre’s big thrust stage.

So there we are in this (then) remote farming community where Curly (Hyoie O’Grady – splendid tenor voice and attractive manner – I’d have married him too) is in love with Amara Okereke’s Laurie. She wants him too but is playing hard to get. And troubled, dangerous Jud Fry (Emmanuel Kojo has ruthless designs on her.

Okereke growls, scowls, grins, longs, lingers and sings like a nightingale. She is one of those actors who can light up the stage with a single smile. Josie Lawrence turns in a fine performance as the village matriarch, Aunt Ella and the sub plot hanging on pedlar Ali Hakim’s (Scott Karim) disinclination to marry is very funny. Karim is (as in last year’s The Country Wife) lithely watchable. He can make even a rueful shoulder shrug funny.

Kojo is outstanding as Jud Fry. He has a superb bass singing voice and manages to evoke sympathy even as he plots to kill. He isn’t, by any means a straightforward “villain”and Kojo’s performance brings out all the complexity. I am, however, slightly uneasy about the casting of a black man as the “bad” man in a predominantly white cast. It feels like a lazy stereotype although I can’t over emphasise how good he is.

Matt Cole’s choreography is slick and exciting especially during the hoedown and the nightmare sequence. And I really enjoyed the the work of the magnificent orchestra under Nigel Lilley as MD. Nice touch to put whizzy fiddler, Charlie Brown on stage during the hoedown too.

Emmanuel Kojo as Jud Fry with members of the company in OKLAHOMA! at Chichester Festival Theatre. Photo: Johan Persson

 
 First published by Sardines: http://www.sardinesmagazine.co.uk/reviews/review.php?REVIEW-Chichester%20Festival%20Theatre%20(professional)-Oklahoma!%20-%20%E2%98%85%E2%98%85%E2%98%85%E2%98%85&reviewsID=3645