Robert Daws’ committee chairman Ray, left, and Mark Curry’s pedantic Councillor Donald Evans in Ten Times Table. Pictures: Pamela Raith
REVIEW: Alan Ayckbourn’s Ten Times Table, The Classic Comedy Theatre Company, Grand Opera House, York, until Saturday. Box office: 0844 871 3024 or atgtickets.com/york
IMPRESARIO and
prolific producer Bill Kenwright has his name on multiple shows that frequent
the Grand Opera House, from musicals to the Agatha Christie, Classic Thriller
and Classic Screen To Stage companies.
Now add The
Classic Comedy Theatre Company to that list, making their debut tour either
side of Christmas with Ten Times Table, Alan Ayckbourn’s “calamitous comedy by
committee” from 1977, the year when committees popped up everywhere to mark HM
The Queen’s Silver Jubilee.
Those stellar
names of British theatre, Kenwright and Ayckbourn, are complemented by a third:
Robin Herford, perennial director of The Woman In Black and much else, not
least past productions of Ayckbourn’s Just Between Ourselves at the Stephen
Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, and Relatively Speaking, Confusions, Bedroom Farce and Season’s
Greetings elsewhere.
What’s
more, Ayckbourn cast him as pedantic, punctilious, punctuation and procedure-obsessed
Councillor Donald Evans in his SJT premiere of Ten Times Table in January 1977.
Everything
sounded so promising for Herford’s touring production, not least a cast
starring Robert Daws, Robert Duncan, Mark Curry and Deborah Grant. Certainly,
more promising than the gloomy forecast that the River Ouse floodwaters could
be seeping beneath the Grand Opera House doors by 6am, prompting senior
management to stay on watchful guard through the night.
Thankfully, such concerns turned out to be a false dawn. Alas, Ten Times Table proved to be a damp squib too: that rare occasion when an Ayckbourn play just isn’t very funny any more.
Maybe we are spoilt by Sir Alan’s revivals of his classics at the Stephen Joseph Theatre each summer season; maybe they better suit the bear-pit setting of the SJT’s theatre in the round: more intimate, more inclusive, more apt for the combative nature of his vintage comedies. Maybe it is significant that Ten Times Table has never been among those revivals.
Misfiring: Alan Ayckbourn’s comedy Ten Times Table fires blanks in Robin Herford’s touring production
Here in
York, on a proscenium-arch stage, as with the body of a giraffe, Ten Times
Table feels like the work of a committee. Or the work of a committee like the
one we are watching as they assemble maybe ten times around the table (although
your reviewer lost count).
Welcome to the “miscellaneous assemblage” of the Pendon Folk Festival committee, gathering beneath the erratic lights of the faded grand ballroom of the Swan Hotel, as Seventies as hotel grey gravy and over-boiled veg and as tired as the comedy in Michael Holt’s design.
The
pathway to the Pendon Pageant will be a bumpy one, all the more so for the
irascible, over-excitable disposition of chairman Ray (Robert Daws), who bores
everyone, audience included unfortunately, as he recounts Pendon’s most dramatic
news story of the past.
Now the 18th
century army massacre of the radical Pendon Twelve agricultural agitators is to
be re-enacted on pageant day. Ayckbourn duly sets up matching class warfare:
middle-class conservatism on one side, represented by smug Ray; his constantly
peeved, overbearing wife Helen (Deborah Grant); a mad, revolver-toting military
dog-breeder, Tim (Harry Gostelow), and ineffectual dullard Councillor Evans
(Mark Curry).
Always accompanying
Evans is his octogenarian mum Audrey (Elizabeth Power), the minute-taking but
pretty much deaf committee secretary who never delivers the minutes, dithering dottily
except when a drink or the chance to play the piano comes her way.
On the
other side, representing the agitators, is the truculent Marxist martyr, comprehensive
schoolteacher Eric (Craig Gazey), and his acolytes, the ever-underwhelming
Sophie (Gemma Oaten), even a disappointment to herself, and the almost impossibly
quietly spoken costume maker Philippa (Rhiannon Handy).
No idea
where he is, the sozzled Laurence (Robert Duncan) stumbles from marital crisis
to the next marital crisis.
Ayckbourn
depicts the minutiae of committee conduct with trademark mischief making but
somehow this Ten Times Table does not add up amid the personality and
ideological clashes. The power-driven Ray is as irritating as the banging on
the floor above; plenty of others follow suit, and, especially in the long
first half, the comedy feels too slow, too forced, the timing……..off.
STORYTELLER, poet and BBC Radio 4 regular John Osborne returns
to Pocklington Arts Centre on Thursday to present his beautiful, funny and
uplifting new theatre show about music and dementia.
Last March,
he performed a quietly spoken double bill of John Peel’s Shed and Circled In
The Radio Times in the bar; intimate, convivial storytelling in an intimate,
convivial space.
Now, inspired by seeing a friend’s father face a dementia
diagnosis and the feelings of warmth and positivity and unexpected twists and
turns the family went through, he has put together You’re In A Bad Way.
“This is the fifth theatre show I’ve made and it’s definitely my favourite,” says Osborne. “That’s because I never planned to write about something as personal as dementia, and I’d never written about such a big topic before, which I felt was intimidating and other writers would do it.
“But I was faced with this dilemma when my friend’s father was
diagnosed with dementia a couple of years ago. It was a really interesting
thing to observe, because though it was horrible and terrifying and sad, it was
also beautiful and magical with special moments.
“It felt like such a beautiful story that I wanted to tell. Just
because you’ve been diagnosed with something, it doesn’t mean it’s the end.”
Osborne recalls the circumstances behind his friend’s
revelation. “My friend and I go to Glastonbury every summer. We started at 21
and we’ve been going for 17 years now and we never miss a year,” he says.
“So, it was one of those sweet things we like to do, but it was
at Glastonbury she told me about her father. Glastonbury is kind of where these
things do happen, when you’re spending so much time together.
“I was saying I felt I was getting too old for Glastonbury, for putting
up tents and the like, and it was then she suddenly told me about her dad’s
dementia, and I thought, ‘what’s happening to us?’. But everyone has these
stories, don’t they?”
This set in motion You’re In A Bad Way. “I started thinking
about my relationships, friendships; growing up and now not being as young as
you used to be, but also about having the luxury of growing old, and then my
friend’s father dementia diagnosis,” says Osborne. “I also found myself
thinking about how music plays an important part in our lives.”
Gradually, music and dementia joined in union as Osborne wrote
the show. “Initially, I was looking at music from my own point of view, but the
more I researched dementia, sport and music were two things that were so important
to dementia patients,” he says.
“Like hearing an old commentary from a cup final their favourite
team won. Someone who has been unresponsive to any stimulus can suddenly go back
to where they first heard that commentary.
“It’s the same with music, where they can remember the lyrics
from years ago, but can’t now remember who anyone is.”
Before he went ahead with You’re In A Bad Way, Osborne sought
his friend’s approval for him to talk about her family’s story on stage. “She
works in theatre and said she was happy if a theatre show did discuss these
things,” he recalls.
The poster artwork for John Osborne’s dementia-and-music show You’re In A Bad Way
When premiering the show at last summer’s Edinburgh Fringe, Osborne
spent time at a dementia care centre in the Scottish capital to ensure he was
fully informed about the experience of caring for someone with dementia.
“I met these fantastic women at LifeCare Edinburgh, and we
talked about what they do and how they wanted to raise awareness of what they
do,” says Osborne. “We raised money at the end of every performance to give to
LifeCare.
“It was really good to get information and stories from them and
to be able to repay them by mentioning LifeCare at each show.”
Osborne says that every time he performs You’re In A Bad Way, he
learns new things about dementia. For example, the feeling of isolation when confronted
by loved one falling into the black hole
of dementia. “If you’ve got a parent with dementia, it can be very hard to
communicate about it with your friends, as your relationship with your family
is so specific to you,” he says.
“In the case of my friend, her response was to drop everything to
support her father, whereas her sister couldn’t deal with it at all and wasn’t
there for him. She ran away from it.
“But whatever your reaction, there are thousands of reasons for
why people do what they do in those circumstances.
“That’s why I wanted to do my research and not be out of my
comfort zone when people tell me their own stories at the shows. I’ve met
people who have stayed and supported; I’ve met people who ran away.”
Looking
forward to Thursday’s Pock performance, what tone can the audience expect? “As
it’s such a big topic, I’ve tried to make the show funny and life affirming and
relatable,” says Osborne.
“I don’t
want it to be sad or serious; I think it’s important for it to be a good story
to someone who has no association with dementia, as well as being sensitive to
those who live surrounded by the illness.”
Osborne is busy writing his next show for this summer’s
Edinburgh Fringe. “After two serious shows, You’re In A Bad Way, and before
that, Circled In The Radio Times, which was also about getting older, I
thought, ‘I really want to write something fun’,” he says, introducing My Car
Plays Tapes.
“I’d had my first car for years, but it broke down. I did my John
Peel’s Shed tour in it, and that’s partly why it broke down, when a little
Fiesta isn’t meant to do that many miles, with a box of records in the back.
“So, I got the cheapest replacement car possible, with no
electric windows, no CD player, but it’s got a tape player. Suddenly I was
re-united with the tapes I made when I was 16, when I would have had no reason
to listen to them again otherwise.
“That’s set me off writing about being forced to re-visit your
past.” Hopefully, the resulting show will make its way to Pocklington
post-Edinburgh Fringe.
In the meantime, tickets for Thursday’s 7.30pm performance of You’re In A Bad Way are on sale at £10 on 01759 301547 or at pocklingtonartscentre.co.uk or £12 on the door, with a special price of £9 for a carer of someone with dementia.
A Bunch Of Amateurs writers Ian Hislop, left, and Nick Newman
PRIVATE Eye
editor and Have I Got News For You team captain Ian Hislop and Nick Newman’s
comedy A Bunch Of Amateurs will play York Theatre Royal from June 2 to 6.
What happens in this play? Keen to boost his flagging career,
fading Hollywood action hero Jefferson Steele arrives in England to play King
Lear in Stratford, only to find that he is not in the birthplace of
Shakespeare, but in a sleepy Suffolk village.
Instead of starring alongside Sir Kenneth Branagh and Dame Judi
Dench, the cast members are a bunch of amateurs trying to save their theatre
from ruthless developers.
Jefferson’s monstrous ego,
vanity and insecurity are tested to the limit by the enthusiastic am-dram thespians
who share his spotlight. As acting worlds collide and Jefferson’s career
implodes, he discovers some truths about himself and his inner Lear.
After tours of Hislop and Newman’s The Wipers
Times and Trial By Laughter, Trademark
Touring, Karl Sydow and Anthology Theatre, in association with The Everyman
Theatre, Cheltenham, will be taking A Bunch Of Amateurs on the road from April 23 to July 4.
Hislop and Newman say: “Following successful national tours of The Wipers Times and Trial By Laughter, we are thrilled to be touring the very first
play we wrote, A Bunch Of Amateurs: a love
letter to the world of amateur theatre and a celebration of the overweening
absurdity of Hollywood stardom.”
A Bunch Of Amateurs will
be directed by Robin Herford, whose production of Alan Ayckbourn’s comedy Ten
Times Table for impresario Bill Kenwright’s Classic Comedy Theatre Company is
running at the Grand Opera House, York, this week.
Herford is best known for directing The Woman In Black, the Stephen Mallatratt stage adaptation of Susan
Hill’s novel that he commissioned in 1987 when artistic director of the Stephen
Joseph Theatre. The Woman In Black has
been running in the West End for 30 years, always directed by Herford, along
with the regular tours.
Tickets for A Bunch Of Amateurs are on sale on 01904 623568, at yorktheatreroyal.co.uk or in person from the Theatre Royal box office.
Note the name of the pub: the perfect prescient setting for The Last Quiz Night On Earth
QUICK question. Did you see Chip Shop Chips, Box Of Tricks Theatre Company’s show at Pocklington Arts Centre last year?
Yes? So,
presumably you will want know when they will be returning to Pock and what in?
The answers
are Friday, March 20 in The Last Quiz Night On Earth, an immersive, innovative
new play by Alison Carr for theatre devotees and pub quiz enthusiasts alike, who
are promised “a very different experience of live performance”, set in a pub.
In the Box
Of Tricks locker already are the award-winning Manchester company’s shows
SparkPlug, Narvik and Under Three Moons. Now they follow two sold-out
tours of Chip Shop Chips with Carr’s pre-apocalyptic comedy, The Last Quiz
Night On Earth, as an asteroid heads to Earth in a tour that also visits the
Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, for performances in the bar on March 24
and 25.
Writer Alison Carr and assistant director Kitty Ball in the rehearsal room for The Last Quiz Night On Earth. Picture: Alex Mead
Next
question. What happens? “It’s the final countdown. Landlady Kathy invites
audiences to the last quiz night on earth with Quizmaster Rav. He is the host
with the most,” say Box Of Tricks, an associate company at the SJT, by the way.
“But with
time ticking, some unexpected guests turn up out of the blue. Bobby wants to
settle old scores and Fran wants one last shot at love. Expect the
unexpected to the bitter end and plenty of drama as the show gets quizzical.”
Hannah
Tyrrell-Pinder directs the play, with design by Katie Scott. Pub landlady Kathy
will be played by Meriel Scholfield, who has appeared in Coronation Street,
Last Tango In Halifax, Holby City and Doctors, while Shaban Dar will take the
role of pre-apocalyptic Quizmaster Rav.
Playwright
Alison Carr’s past works include Caterpillar and Iris; her latest play,
Tuesday, has been commissioned for the National Theatre’s 2020 Connections
programme, to be performed by 40 groups from across the country. The Last Quiz Night On Earth is her first
for Box Of Tricks.
Box Of Tricks director Hannah Tyrrell-Pinder
Next
question. Why did she write The Last Quiz Night On Earth? “I started two other ideas
before this one but they wouldn’t take hold. The idea of a quiz night kept
popping into my head but I’d dismiss it because I was worried it’d been done
too often before.
“So,
I kept plugging away and overcomplicating things, until eventually I thought ‘okay,
lean into it – a quiz night and what? A quiz night AND the world is about to
end. It all opened up from there and a quiz night became the only way to tell
this story.
“It
brings so much to explore like togetherness and community, camaraderie, competitiveness.
Throw into the mix an asteroid heading straight for us, and the stakes get
higher. It’s the final chance to say the unsaid, heal rifts, get the last word,
make peace with regrets or try to do something about them.”
Alison
wanted to combine the known and the unknown, the safe and the downright terrifying. “My
vision was to create something that audiences don’t just sit and watch but are
part of – but not in a scary way,” she says.
Meriel Schofield as pub landlady Kathy in The Last Quiz Night On Earth. Picture: Alex Mead
“Personally, the thought of audience participation makes me feel
sick, but a quiz is something we can all do, whether we’re a general knowledge
expert or the neatest so we can do the writing.”
Comparing The Last Quiz Night On Earth with her past work,
Alison says: “There
are elements there like a fractious sibling relationship, and having something
quite extreme or unexpected going on.
“But, overall, it’s quite a departure, especially the characters’ interaction with the audience. My jumping- off point was to write something fun. A play about an imminent apocalypse might not sound like larks and giggles, but around the time I got the call, I’d been researching a lot of serious, dark material for other plays I was writing.
“It
takes its toll. So, when Hannah got in touch, my first thoughts were ‘yes
please’ and ‘for my own well-being, it’s got to be fun’. Plus, I always want to
be challenging myself, not trotting out the same-old, same-old. And just like
‘dark’ doesn’t mean humourless or hard-going, ‘fun’ certainly doesn’t equal
something fluffy or meaningless. It is the end of the world, after all.”
Shaban Dar as pre-apocalyptic Quizmaster Rav
Alison
names Victoria Wood as her biggest inspiration. “She was, is, and always will be,”
she says. “Her voice is so distinctive and so northern. She’s why I tried
writing anything in the first place. She brought joy to so many and achieved so
much, she was a grafter.
“I’ll
always try and see any Edward Albee or Tennessee Williams plays I can: they’re
so big and fearless. Martin McDonagh’s The Beauty Queen Of Leenane is one of my
favourite plays. Lee Hall, Bryony Lavery, Zinnie Harris. I recently saw and
read some Annie Baker plays and I’m in awe of her.
“Having
said all that, I’m not so much a fan of particular playwrights as I am plays
and theatre in general. I try and see as much theatre as I can in the North
East and beyond.”
Last
question, Alison, why should the good people of Pocklington and Scarborough seeThe Last Quiz Night On Earth? “Well,
there’s a quiz – a real one. Real questions, real teams, real swapping of answer
sheets to mark,” she says. “You don’t have to be good at quizzes (I’m not) or,
if you are, great, come and show off.
Chris Jack as Bobby in Box Of Tricks’ production
“And when
you’re not trying to remember which British city hosted the 1970 Commonwealth
Games, there’s a story unfolding around you about family and regrets and last
chances. About making your mark, about grabbing the bull by the horns and not
waiting until it’s too late to say ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I’ve never
liked that colour on you’.
“I
wouldn’t want anyone other than Box of Tricks making The Last Quiz Night On
Earth. Their work is never pretentious or intimidating, it’s welcoming and warm
and a good night out. What better way to meet our fiery demise?”
Box Of Tricks present The Last Quiz Night On Earth, Pocklington Arts Centre, March 20, 7.30pm, and Stephen Joseph Theatre bar, Scarborough, March 24, 1.30pm (Dementia Friendly performance) and 7.30pm; March 25, 7.30pm. Box office: Pocklington, 01759 301547 or at pocklingtonartscentre.co.uk; Scarborough, 01723 370541 or sjt.uk.com.
The poster artwork for Farnham Maltings’ tour of Kevin Dyer’s The Man Who Left Is Not The Man Who Came Home
HELMSLEY Arts
Centre will be the only Yorkshire stop for Kevin Dyer’s new play on the lives
of military wives, The Man Who Left Is Not The Man Who Came Home.
“Britain has armed
forces in many countries. Their partners are waiting at home for them to come
back,” says writer-director Dyer, ahead of the March 14 performance by the
Farnham Maltings company. “Some listen to the news, some don’t. Some have
affairs, some don’t. Some sing in choirs and put on a brave face, some don’t.
All of them find a way to get on with it.”
Dyer began his research by chatting to women who had been married to men who had gone to war. “Most of us with partners say goodbye to them when they go to work, but we know that they’re going to come back. Not so, if you’re a ‘military wife’,” he says.
“It soon became
clear in my conversations that the pressures on the pair of them – the wife and
her man – were immense, extraordinary and not at all like civvy street.”
Dyer knew quickly that he had no wish to write about the experience of being “over there”. “There are lots of documentaries and pieces of semi-fiction that have covered that,” he reasons. “But the stories of the women who watched their man go, spent time thinking, wondering, hoping, coping whilst he was away, then experienced him coming back home, were vivid, inspiring, and largely untold.”
He had a few “basic questions” for the women whose men went to war. “What was it like before he went? What was it like saying goodbye? What was it like once he’d gone? What was it like the moment he came back? What was it like after the first buzz of his return had passed?” he asked.
“I heard stories of love, hate, betrayal, uselessness, kids, mates, denial, madness,” says Dyer. “The stories are varied and never simple.”
The Man Who Left Is Not the Man Who Came Home is the product of more than 100 one-to-one interviews with soldiers and their wives, where secrets, regrets and experiences have been shared for the first time.
The resulting play tells
the story of Ashley, a young British soldier, and his wife Chloe just before,
during and after he is posted to serve in Afghanistan.
“Chloé’s future
hopes come with imminent challenges,” says Dyer. “Being married to the military
means facing deployment. Behind closed doors, there is tenderness and humour
too, but as the day of Ashley’s departure comes ever closer, anxiety and
confrontations multiply.
Dyer’s story of
resilience, hope and change – and knowing that the man you love, who is going
to war, might not come back – will be performed by Stephanie Greer and Sam C
Wilson with military wife Sam Trussler. An open conversation on the themes of
the play and the country we live in will follow the 7.30pm performance.
Dyer’s play, both
innovative and emotional, carries this warning: “Though we hope that the
experience of the play will be moving, relatable or cathartic, and there’s no
intention to shock, there’s a chance that, for some audience members, it could
incite emotions and memories that are upsetting or strong feelings about war.”
Tickets are on sale on 01439 771700 or at helmsleyartscentre.co.uk. Age guidance: 14+ only.
The Ballad Of Maria Marten playwright Beth Flintoff
GOODBYE Polstead, say hello to The Ballad Of Maria Marten, the new name for Beth Flintoff’s captivating drama that first toured in 2018.
Directed by Hal Chambers in tandem with Ivan Cutting, an all-female cast will embark on a spring tour from Tuesday at Scarborough’s Stephen Joseph Theatre, led by Elizabeth Crarer, who returns to the title role for Flintoff’s re-telling of a real-life Suffolk murder mystery in Summer 1827.
In a red barn, Maria Marten awaits her lover. A year later, her body is found under the floor of the barn in a grain sack, barely identifiable, and the manhunt begins.
Maria’s story sent shock waves throughout the country. The Red Barn Murder, as it became known, was national news, inspiring writers and filmmakers down the ages.
Here was the sort of gruesome tale that had all the hallmarks of a classic crime drama: a missing body, a country location, a disreputable squire and a village stuck in its age-old traditions.
However, amid all the hysteria, Maria’s own story has become lost – until this play. Chambers and Flintoff’s spine-tingling rediscovery of her tale brings it back to vivid, urgent life.
Flintoff, a freelance playwright and theatre director from Hampshire, was asked by co-director Cutting to write the play.
She was immediately intrigued, not only because she had never heard of the murder, but also because she then learnt how the story previously had been told.
“Ivan approached me after seeing another play that I’d written, which was set in the early 12th century,” she recalls. “We met in Polstead, Suffolk, to walk through the village, and I was fascinated. In particular, Ivan wanted the story to focus on Maria because so many versions of this tale are centred around William Corder.”
Beth continues: “From the moment of the trial, the focus was on the murderer, not Maria. No-one seemed to be looking carefully at the intricacies of her life, beyond the basics. So, I wanted to tell the story entirely from her point of view.
“We are often presented with stories of women as ‘victims’, rather than as interesting, complicated people who had hopes and dreams, friends and lives of their own.”
For her research, Flintoff stayed in Ipswich for a while and walked around Polstead to gain a sense of how she lived her life. “I visited all the locations of Maria’s life that I thought would be mentioned in the play: Layham, Sudbury, Hadleigh. I went to the Moyse’s Hall Museum in Bury St Edmunds, which has relics relating to the murder, and the Records Office in Ipswich to look at newspaper reports,” she says.
“I talked to local people to try and understand what everyone thinks now (the answer: everyone that knows of it has a different version!). Then I spent a lot of time in libraries: the University of Sussex Library, the British Library in London and the Bodleian in Oxford.”
Flintoff notes that amid the profusion of accounts of the story, whether from the time of the murder or much more recent, they are all very different. “Some are truly horrible about Maria, others make her out to be an angelic village maiden, and some offer some pretty bizarre theories about Ann,” she says.
“One offered ‘hints to the ladies’ on how to avoid marrying a murderer in the future. Several anxiously urged women not to be so promiscuous, to avoid being murdered themselves. None suggested that men stop murdering. Needless to say, I could not find any contemporary accounts written by a woman.
“Then I put all the research aside and tried to think about Maria as a person. Who does she love, what do they talk about, what does she do when she’s having fun? I didn’t want her to be a victim any more. Maria emerged as intelligent, brave and wryly funny, just like the survivors I had met.”
What does Flintoff anticipate this week’s SJT audience will take away from The Ballad Of Maria Marten? “First of all, I hope they enjoy themselves! That’s my number one job really. It’s not a laugh-a-minute sort of play but you can still enjoy a story, even if it’s full of sadness.
“But also I hope they enjoy watching these actresses, as I have, working together to tell this story about a woman who has somehow got lost in the retelling of her own murder.”
Secondly, she hopes they feel the story is still relevant. “On average, two women are killed every week by their partner or ex-partner in this country,” Beth says. “I feel increasingly that this story is not about the past but the present: how are we going to let women speak for themselves when there is so much history of being ignored?
“I feel very optimistic for the future. I think things are going to change, and it’s wonderful to be living in that change, but it’s going to take work.”
The Ballad Of Maria Marten will run in the Round at the Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, from Tuesday,February 11 to 15 at 7.30pm nightly, plus matinees at 1.30pm on February 13 and 2.30pm on February 15. Tickets, priced from £10, are on sale on 01723 370541 or at sjt.uk.com.
EDITOR’S NOTE: VERY SORRY THE TEXT IS MISBEHAVING. NO IDEA WHY IT IS, BUT HOPEFULLY THIS DOES NOT SPOIL ANY ENJOYMENT OF READING THE STORY. CH
Riotous: Ubu (Katy Owen) and Mrs Ubu (Mike Shepherd) in Ubu! The Sing Along Satire
REVIEW: Kneehigh’s Ubu! A Singalong Satire, Quarry Theatre, Leeds
Playhouse, tonight at 7.30pm. Box office: 0113 213 7700 or at
leedsplayhouse.org.uk
ALEX, the woodsman-bearded
drama teacher from York, won’t forget his afternoon visit to Leeds Playhouse,
thrashed by a Leeds boy in a daft party game in Kneehigh’s promenade musical.
He loved it! We
loved it! You’ll love it! Yet again, Cornwall’s Kneehigh send you home dizzy and
delirious with the joys and jolts, the thrilling rock’n’rollercoaster ride, of
theatre that aptly comes with an exclamation mark in its show title.
Ubu! A Sing Along
Satire has politics, a big flushing loo, cheers and boos, inflatable animals, songs,
more politics, more songs, competitive audience participation and a giant bear
with poor vision in a chaotic, kinetic, karaoke cabaret circus of derailed life
under a deranged dictator.
First, house
lights up, Delycia Belgrave and the soul house band The Sweaty Bureaucrats set
the boisterous mood from up on high with party anthems.
Enter our
convivial, dry-witted host in vest, tie and striped trousers, Jeremy Wardle (Niall
Ashdown), commenting on the state of the British nation as he introduces the land
of Lovelyville and the campaign trail of sleek, sloganeering President Nick
Dallas (Dom Coyote), his woke daughter Bobbi (Kyla Goodey) and their Russian
security boss Captain Shittabrique (Adam Sopp). Shitt-a-brique. Geddit. There
are plenty more risqué gags like that to follow.
Where’s Ubu?
Here’s Ubu! Tiny yet hugely impactful Katy Owen’s unhinged, petulant, crude and
cruel soon-to-be-dictator Ubu. Potty mouthed, bespectacled, dreadlocked, Welsh
voiced, and in the words of Kneehigh: “impossibly greedy, unstoppably rude,
inexorably daft and hell-bent on making the country great again! Sound
familiar?”
Familiar, yes,
but told so gleefully afresh, as Alfred Jarry’s famously riot-inducing shot of anarchy
from 1896 Paris kicks up a song and dance in the manipulative era of Trump,
Johnson and Putin.
Conceived by writer Carl Grose, his co-director Mike Shepherd (the
show’s ribald, preening Mrs Ubu) and musical director Charles Hazlewood, Ubu! is
a punk-spirited, twisted vaudeville study of power, protest and populism that
could not be better timed.
Boos for Katie Hopkins, Boris and Trump; Britney’s Toxic, The Carpenters’ Close To You and Mark Ronson’s Uptown Funk re-invented so joyfully; wonderful performances all round, audience included; crazily energetic choreography by Tom Jackson Greaves and a constantly busy, circular rostrum set by Michael Vale all make for another Kneehigh knees-up high.
Cause a riot, if needs must, to secure a ticket for this petty, power-mad protagonist’s panto of pandemonium.
Not sorry to be a nuisance at York Explore tonight
WHISPER it loudly, the word is out that history will misbehave tonight at York Explore Library, Library Square, York, from 7.30pm to 9pm.
Why? Because the air will be thick with Paul Birch’s live audio drama The Nuisance Inspector, wherein a sinister slice of York’s past, the Hungate Clearances, will be re-told.
Birch travels back to the 1930s when York’s newest Health Inspector encounters more than he bargains for in the mysterious and extraordinary alleys and yards of Hungate.
A strange body in the Foss, ghostly goings-on in Carmelite Street and an unlikely romance all feature in this moving tale of love, loss and community spirit.
Based on real events and inspired by letters, maps, books and photographs from the civic archives, The Nuisance Inspector uses drama, comedy and live music to transport the audience into a powerful and poignant past.
Tonight’s immersive performance comes in the wake of two sold-out shows in December. Doors open at 7pm for the 7.30pm start and tickets are FREE. Be sure to arrive in good time for start.
REVIEW: Made In Dagenham, The Musical, Joseph Rowntree Theatre Company, Joseph Rowntree Theatre, York, 7.30pm tonight; 2.30pm, 7.30pm tomorrow. Box office: 01904 501935 or josephrowntreetheatre.co.uk
MADE In
Dagenham, re-made in York, is the third production by the Jospeh Rowntree
Theatre Company, formed to raise funds for the Haxby Road community theatre.
A good cause, in other words, and the more companies that use this ever-welcoming theatre, the better. The more companies that rise up to tread its boards, the better, too, because York is suffused with musical theatre talent and also with audiences always keen to support such productions.
This week represents the chance to see the York premiere of Made In Dagenham, transferred from screen to stage by composer David Arnold, lyricist Richard Thomas and Richard Bean, the Hull playwright whose comedy dramas revel in confrontations, spats and politics on stage (witness One Man, Two Guvnors and Toast, for example).
Bean re-tellsthe true 1968 story of the women in the stitching room of Ford’s Dagenham car plant being stitched up by both management and corrupt union, bluntly told their pay is to be dropped to an “unskilled” grade. What follows is a fight for equal pay, standing up against an American corporation, and if the battle is less well known than the Suffragette movement of the 1900s, it is a women’s rights landmark nonetheless.
From the off, once an ensemble number loosens limb and voice
alike for Kayleigh Oliver’s cast, the banter amid the graft of the sewing machinists
is boisterously established, the humour full of double entendres and sexual
bravado, as characters are drawn pleasingly quickly. So too are their
interactions with the men at the car plant, and in the case of Rita O’Grady
(Jennie Wogan), working wife and mother of two, her home life with husband
Eddie (Nick Sephton).
Rita, together with Rosy Rowley’s Connie Riley, become the protagonists
of the struggle, but at a cost: for one, her relationship, for the other, her health.
Wogan and Rowley are both tremendous in the drama’s grittier scenes and knock the
hell out of their big numbers.
Bean writes with more sentimentality than usual, charting the fracturing
of Rita and Eddie’s relationship, but it suits the heightened tone of a musical.
Sephton handles his ballad lament particularly well.
Jennifer Jones’s Sandra, Izzy Betts’ Clare and, in particular, Helen
Singhateh’s lewd Beryl add to the car plant fun and games, as does Chris Gibson’s
ghastly American management guy, Tooley. All your worst Stetson-hatted American
nightmares in one, and post-Brexit, there’ll soon be more where he came from!
You will enjoy Martyn Hunter’s pipe-smoking caricature of Prime Minister Harold Wilson and director Kayleigh Oliver’s no-nonsense Barbara Castle too. Richard Goodall is good all round as the machinists’ hard-pressed union rep.
Supporting roles and ensemble serve the show well too, and if
sometimes the sound balance means lines are hard to hear when the Timothy
Selman’s orchestra is playing beneath them, it is a minor problem. Selman’s
players, Jessica Douglas and Sam Johnson among them, are on good form throughout.
Lorna Newby’s choreography could be given a little more oomph but
with so many on stage at times, space is tight. One routine, where the women
move in circles one way, and the men do likewise the other way, outside them, works
wonderfully, however.
Made In Dagenham may be a car plant story, but its factory politics resonate loudly nanew in York, the industrial city of chocolate and trains.
Please note, Made In Dagenham features some very strong language
and may be unsuitable for children.
Anna Soden, Joe Feeney, Lewes Roberts and Kate Cresswell in Cosmic Collective Theatre’s Heaven’s Gate
FOUR cups of Apple Sauce. Four canvas camp beds. One Comet. Heaven’s Gate is closing and the Away Team are ready for Graduation, but whatever you do, don’t mention the C-word. Cult, that is.
Premiered
by the new York company Cosmic Collective Theatre at last summer’s Great
Yorkshire Fringe in York, the 55-minute Heaven’s Gate is orbiting Yorkshire
on its first tour, playing the Visionari community programming group’s Studio
Discoveries season at the York Theatre Royal Studio tonight (February 7) at
7.45pm.
Written by
company co-founder Joe Feeney, this intergalactic pitch-black comedy imagines
the final hour of four fictionalised members of the real-life
UFO-theistic group, Heaven’s Gate.
“As they prepare for their ‘Graduation’ to the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’, initially the excitement is palpable, but soon the cracks start to appear,” says Joe, an alumnus of York Theatre Royal Youth Theatre, along with fellow cast member Anna Soden.
“I’ve always been interested in slightly unusual stories, like the paranormal,” says Joe. “I remember reading about the Heaven’s Gate cult, a real-life cult in San Diego, California, who believed God was an alien in a space ship and they were aliens too but wearing the bodies of humans, but actually being versions who would be beamed up to heaven.
“A lot of their religious mantras were from Star Trek and Star Wars, and they all had matching hair-dos and tracksuit clothing.”
Joe was not aware of any previous fictionalised works telling the Heaven’s Gate story. “About 18 months ago, I was watching this BBC Four documentary about meteorites, and it got to 1997 and they started talking about the Comet Hale-Bopp in the sky in March that year,” he recalls.”
“They mentioned an American cult who said it was a calling from God and they could see a UFO in the trail that would take them to heaven.”
These are the facts: On March 26, 1997, the San Diego County Sheriff’s department discovered 39 bodies of Heaven’s Gate members in a house in the suburb of Rancho Santa Fe. They had participated in a mass suicide, co-ordinated in ritual suicides, in the belief they would reach the aforementioned extraterrestrial space craft trailing in Comet Hale-Bopp’s slipstream.
“Learning about this, the story quickly went from humour to thinking that, ‘oh my god, people need to hear this story and the terrible things they all went through,” says Joe.
“That’s why I’ve written about the fictionalised last hour of four members, drawing on the iconography and ideology of other cults, as well as Heaven’s Gate, in the play.”
Joe has created four “relatable characters”. “They are everyday people who found themselves in the right or wrong place and who felt themselves being swept up in it,” he says.
His writing tone is humorous but darkly so. “The play is a comedy, albeit a black comedy that takes the subject seriously but in a satirical way, managing to find a critique within that satire,” he says.
In the publicity material, Cosmic Collective Theatre make a point of saying “Don’t say the C-word. Cult!”. Why not, Joe?
“The word ‘cult’ always has a stigma to it, but a lot of people in cults don’t know they’re in a cult. They think that they’re in a religion. I don’t want to stigmatise it,” he says. “What’s the difference between God being in a UFO and God being someone with a white beard?
“We hope there are 39 people in a spaceship on the other side of the world. That’s a lovely thought, but the reality is those people are buried somewhere in America.”
Joe was keen to address another subject in the play, amid the rising tide of intolerance and division in the 21st century. “Heaven’s Gate is also about identity, how we make our journey through the world, when we’re now living in a polarised world where we all pin our beliefs to the mast,” he says.
Cosmic Collective Theatre, who enjoyed a sold-out run at the Drayton Arms Theatre, London, after the York premiere, have so far played Harrogate Theatre Studio and The Carriageworks, Leeds, on tour. Still to come are Hull Truck Theatre Studio, on February 14 at 8pm and Slung Low at Holbeck Theatre, Leeds, on February 16 at 5pm.
Joining Joe and Anna in the cast are Lewes Roberts and Kate Cresswell. “The four of us all went to Mountview [Academy of Theatre Arts]. Myself, Lewes and Kate were there from 2015 to 2018; Anna was in the year above – and we’d already been part of the York Theatre Royal Youth Theatre together and worked backstage there too,” says Joe.
“We started the company with a punk ethos, and this time last year I wrote Heaven’s Gate and we managed to get it into the Great Yorkshire Fringe festival last summer. On the back of that, we got a London run, and now we’ve booked this winter tour, stopping off at venues all four of us have admired or performed in,
“We kind of shot for the moon with all the venues we wanted to do, and if you don’t ask, you don’t get. We had a bucket list of ideal locations and virtually all of them said ‘yes’. Doing the tour at the start of the year is great too, as we can then plan the rest of the year, like going back to the Edinburgh Fringe.”
Performing at York Theatre Royal has particular resonance for Joe
and Anna. “This is incredibly special for us,” says Joe. “I’ve been involved
with York Theatre Royal for more than 20 years. I was a Youth
Theatre member for ten-plus years and have worked as crew backstage
on and off since 2010.
Explaining why Cosmic Collective Theatre are so named, Joe
says: “First of all, we were a collective, with our own individual strengths,
but given that our first play is ‘astronomical’, and we want to make theatre
that is out of this world, we settled on that name and we’ve gone from strength
to strength.
“It was our first goal to do the Great Yorkshire Fringe and we had the honour of doing the first play on The Arts Barge’s new home, the Selby Tony barge on the Ouse, so we can always say we had our world premiere on water and then our world premiere on land in the Basement at City Screen a couple of days later…on two days that happened to be the hottest two days of the year!
“Me and Anna have been involved with Arts Barge for ten years,
with Anna’s mum performing in the Bargestra, and so it felt like a homecoming
doing the first show. As does this return now, performing as professional
actors at the Theatre Royal for the first time.”
York
tickets for Heaven’s Gate can be booked on 01904 623568 or at yorktheatreroyal.co.uk;
Hull, 01482 323638 or hulltruck.co.uk; The Holbeck,
slunglow.org/event/heavens-gate.
Please
note: Heaven’s Gate contains references to abuse and suicide
and has mild swearing. Age recommendation: 15 plus.
Preacherman in One Foot In The Rave, the closing show of Visionari’s Studio Discoveries programme
DO mention the C-word. Cult!
The Visionari community programming group’s final choice for
this week’s Studio Discoveries season is One Foot In The Rave, the debut verse
play by writer and performance poet Alexander Rhodes at the York Theatre Royal
Studio tomorrow (February 8) at 7.45pm.
Rhodes relates the
story of a disillusioned
23-year-old Jehovah’s Witness, who breaks free free from the cult and lands on
the Ecstasy-fuelled dance floors of Nineties’ clubland. Shunned by everyone he
knows, he is not prepared for what lies ahead.
“In 1976, Sean’s world changes for
ever. Dragged into a doomsday cult, by parents who are struggling to find their
own identities, the family are brainwashed into believing the end of the world
is nigh. But the route to salvation is not as it seems,” says Rhodes,
introducing his his verse play.
Billed as “an energetic mix of agony and total
Ecstasy”, One Foot In The Rave is set to a backdrop of club classics as Rhodes moves
hypnotically between the characters and scenes to deliver the chemical highs
and pitiful lows. Expect wry observations, chemically induced inspirations and
twisted logic in a warmly witty, soulful, self-aware story of survival.
Who Is
Alexander Rhodes?
“Alexander Rhodes” is just an idea…says
“Alexander Rhodes”.
This idea is, in fact, the third
incarnation of a career as a DJ and producer spanning 18 years. Having moved
through three different genres, each with its own stage name and distinctive
sound, the Alexander Rhodes music project became a spoken-word and performance
art project in early 2015.
“If you look hard enough you will
find a few house music mixes here, the odd chill out track there, echoing in
the digital ether,” he says.
Since 2015, “Alexander” has written and
performed spoken word all over the UK. He started Plymouth’s Pucker Poets, hosts
of a regular poetry slam for cash competition.
Rhodes has taken part in numerous poetry
slams and will take One Foot In The Rave on tour in April and May 2020.
Visionari Studio Discoveries presents Alexander Rhodes: One Foot In The Rave, York Theatre Royal Studio, tomorrow (February 8), 7.45pm. Box office: 01904 623568 or atyorktheatreroyal.co.uk. Age guide: 16+; show contains drug and alcohol references.
