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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>’TIS THE season to be jolly. Unless you’re Megan Reid and you’re just not feeling it. No matter how many decorations, Christmas jumpers and festive movies your big sister Rosie throws at you, you’d sooner be snuggled up on the couch, keeping it mellow.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As far as plot goes, that’s about the limit of this two-hander by Glas(s) Performance, but that doesn’t stop it being a warming mince pie of a show, quietly digging into an ordinary family history to bring to the surface the bonds that hold us together. Inside this everyday relationship, they find something uplifting, tear-jerking and true.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Megan and Rosie are real-life sisters, graduates of the superb Junction 25 youth theatre run by directors Jess Thorpe and Tashi Gore. Megan is 22 and Rosie one year and two days older. Those two days, she insists, are important, which gives an idea of the quarrelsome territory we are in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A kind of lopsided cabaret, Glimmer is powered by Rosie’s ebullience and disrupted by Megan’s laidback indifference. Even when persuaded to pick up her guitar, Megan offers only half-tempo indie-folk renditions of Christmas favourites, sweet-voiced but morose. Her downbeat vibe almost – but only almost – brings Rosie’s puppy-dog bouncing to a halt. After 22 years together, they have been here before and will be again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But, just as neither has shaken off the squabbles of their childhood, neither has let go of the shared experience, the kinship and all those Christmases together. However mismatched they may seem physically and temperamentally, they have a relationship closer than any other. Just look at the gorgeous sequence where they watch It’s a Wonderful Life in positions more intimate than even lovers would adopt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is cruelty to come but beyond it a reconciliation rich in seasonal sentiment. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>YOU KNOW know when you’re given a Christmas present, and you smile gratefully even though it’s misshapen, not to your taste and you’re not sure what it actually is? That’s what Orla O’Loughlin’s production of this comedy by Iain Finlay Macleod is like. The Devil Masters seems well intentioned, but it is hard to know what to do with it.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The scene is in an Edinburgh New Town living room – realised in stiflingly naturalistic detail by Anthony Lamble – where the Christmas Eve preparations of two dog-loving advocates are interrupted by an intruder with designs on their Skye terrier. One kidnap, attempted robbery and assault later, the tables are turned and the lawyers take charge. By the end, the tables have turned twice more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is not that Macleod is short of ideas. Has he written a class-conscious subversion of the drawing-room comedy? A Tarantino-esque vision of dog-eat-dog status games? A commentary on the slippery surfaces of language and identity, like his own excellent Somersaults? A tribute to the surrealism of Edward Albee’s Seascape? A Jekyll-and-Hyde satire on the division between Edinburgh’s haves and have-nots? A howl of outrage at the power accorded to the legal profession? A spiritual condemnation of those who replace family values with self-interest?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Devil Masters is partly all of these things, but not fully any of them. It’s like watching the rough drafts of several plays at once. Sometimes one of them flashes into focus, and you find yourself laughing at some wordplay or gripped by a legal debate, but a moment later, you’re watching another play altogether.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keith Fleming does a great job as the amorphous outsider who is psychopathic one minute and vulnerable the next, while John Bett and Barbara Rafferty play up the contradictions of the homeowners. But they are stuck in an overwrought production of curate’s egg of a play.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>YOU could mistake Cliff Burnett's Scrooge for a genial fellow. He's much given to chuckling and seems content with his place in the world. True, he resents his staff taking a day off for Christmas and delights in poking a carol singer in the eyes, but his complaints are less the view of a misanthrope than the expression of a reasoned political philosophy. His laughter is more complacent than cruel.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But in Dominic Hill's gloriously spooky production, played out in monochrome on Rachael Canning's set, Burnett's air of satisfaction becomes less secure. As the supernatural visitations enter his bedroom, his laugh becomes a nervous tick, an expression of doubt instead of certainty. With his red nose, white face and swept-back silvery hair, he is no pantomime baddie, but a misguided man whose worldview is genuinely rattled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And who wouldn't be rattled by Canning's puppets? The ghost of Jacob Marley is a grinning skull with a grey wig and a torso draped in chains. The Ghost of Christmas Past has the body of a child and the blank-eyed face of a table lamp. At one point, sheets of ectoplasm waft through the auditorium. Only with the fortification of the interval can we cope with the vulture-like Ghost of Christmas Future, a looming giant decked in tattered strips of black material.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With the dissonant scrapes of Nikola Kodjabashia's live score falling into line with the poetic rhythms of Neil Bartlett's script, it's a dark and austere production that focuses on Scrooge's journey to self-realisation and goes sparingly on the "we was poor, but we was honest" sentimentality of the story. There is also joy in the creativity of the staging: the way the actors throw snow over themselves before coming on and rework Christmas carols to poke fun at Scrooge. It all makes for a rich and satisfying seasonal treat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Four stars</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>THE 1947 seasonal favourite, Miracle on 34th Street, is a modest and sweet-natured comedy with the unfeasibly grand ambition to square the contradictory values of capitalism and religion. However greedy the market gets, the movie suggests, it's nothing that can't be solved by blind faith in a supernatural power. So when the real Father Christmas takes over the grotto at Macy's, he shows the money-grubbing store managers that altruism is not only an end in itself, it can be great for business too. They only have to believe.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If that sounds a stretch, there's an extra layer of faith required at the Tron where, in Miracle on 34 Parnie Street, the unglamorous road behind the theatre has become the location of TJ Confuse, a down-at-heel department store under threat of closure. Not only must we believe the real Father Christmas would fill the job vacancy in this unloved shop, but we must also accept she is female. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And what a female. Played by writer and director Johnny McKnight in a spangly red dress and an arse designed for twerking, Kristine Cagney Kringle ("single and ready to mingle") is a hilariously improbable saviour of the Christmas spirit. Equally unlikely is that this predatory creature with a coruscating line in audience back-chat would be a multi-linguist who could tick off half-a-dozen languages in a single song. But the evidence is plain to see: Kristine Kringle is the true meaning of Christmas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">By sticking to the movie plot, with an added Machiavellian twist to make room for Darren Brownlie's loose-limbed panto baddie, McKnight holds on to the good-beats-evil message even as he is sending the whole thing up. In this, he is aided and abetted by the romper-suit cuteness of Gavin Jon Wright, the game-for-anything accents of Julie Wilson Nimmo and the awesome vocals of Michelle Chantelle Hopewell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>ONCE upon a time, all the theatre directors in the land decided it was their duty to provide an alternative to pantomime. They would call these performances Christmas shows and would fashion them out of the fairy stories that had inspired their commercial cousins, except these would be proper plays. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All the boys and girls loved them and even the grown-ups were happy. But one day an evil spell was cast and the directors suddenly grew tired of their Cinderellas and their Snow Queens. "Surely there's something different we can put on," they cried. "What about some Roald Dahl?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And there was no doubt that when they put on James and the Giant Peach in the short, sharp adaptation by David Wood, the children were happy. They liked it when director Jemima Levick made it look like the peach was growing with a series of ever-bigger orange umbrellas. They liked it when the insects became human-sized and took off on an adventure across the Atlantic. And they liked it when the peach appeared as an enormous orange balloon that bounced around the auditorium. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But something was missing. It wasn't exactly that this story had nothing to do with Christmas or even winter, although that was an issue. It was more that its emphasis on escapist fantasy (a flying peach!) overshadowed the impulse for reconciliation that characterised the great archetypal narratives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After the death of James's Ugly-Sister aunts and the early conclusion of his Cinderella story, the boy, played attractively by Thomas Cotran, had to complete a long journey to New York without having any comparable emotional territory to cover. It made his victory seem hollow. This spiritual emptiness was exacerbated by the amplification of the actors, their well observed performances diminished by the air of frantic noisiness. The result was a peach-flavoured sweet instead of a genuine fruit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>IT'S a formula with a proven track record. Last year's Limbo, the Australian centrepiece of Edinburgh's Christmas programme, which also enjoyed long runs in London, showed what could happen when you combined a crack team of musicians with a handful of skilled acrobats and framed them with a grungy cabaret aesthetic in the Paradiso Spiegeltent. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Presented by the Underbelly and Company 2, Scotch and Soda ticks the same boxes, and has musicality enough to keep a festive audience diverted for 60 minutes, but it is no match for Limbo's sassiness, imagination and jeopardy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The setting is an Austrian bar room where men in Tyrolean hats, braces and calf-length lederhosen play cards over a rough wooden table or knock the dust off ancient-looking suitcases. Ben Walsh's score for the Crusty Suitcase Band has an appropriately Germanic feel, expanding from a jaunty oompah two-step to old-time jazz and swing, with a brief diversion into a rumbling dub deconstruction to add an other-worldly touch to a solo trapeze routine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Always on the move, the musicians give Scotch and Soda its character and shape, but they also make the circus tricks look like an afterthought. The show has its moments, such as the construction of an Empire State Building of packing cases or the long-bearded Mozes supporting his body by the nape of his neck, but they come in between a surfeit of routine tumbling, underwhelming handstands and sketches that come to nothing. Even the show's one novelty, an act involving three budgies hopping on and off a music stand, has an air of uncertainty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That one is performed by co-director Chelsea McGuffin who is weirdly the show's only woman. I'd like to complain about the nine-to-one gender imbalance, but prefer to imagine the women have chosen wisely and somewhere a spirited all-female cast is performing a smarter, riskier, more awe-inspiring show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>IT'S 1996 and, as the Edinburgh Fringe kicks off, there's concern at the Assembly Rooms about one of this year's big shows. It's a clown piece from Russia and, although it has already won a Time Out Award in London, nobody in Scotland knows what something with the mysterious name of Slava's Snowshow could be. Business at the box office is perilously sluggish.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The marketing department takes emergency action. Publicist Liz Smith has already seen the show in London and knows it has the potential to be a very big hit. "I thought it was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen," she says today. "But then in the first week it came to Assembly, it hadn't sold and it wasn't being talked about."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Setting out on a mission to make sure it was talked about, she started giving tickets away in the belief that word-of-mouth would do the rest. The plan worked. "We absolutely papered it for the first four or five days and then the following week you couldn't get a ticket," she recalls. "I remember people coming up to me and saying they'd like a ticket and I'd say, 'I'm really sorry, you can't get it now.'"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was the only show on that year's Fringe that created a real buzz and it was a crucial step in Snowshow's road to global success. Two years later, it won the Olivier Award for Best Entertainment after its run at London's Old Vic and it has now been seen by more than 3 million spectators in 120 cities in 30 countries. In Russia, they've published a book called The Philosophy of Snowshow, with an English translation due out next year. Still going strong after more than 4000 performances, it is back at Edinburgh Festival Theatre after its last sell-out run in 2011.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For chief clown Slava Polunin himself, it'll be a delight to be back in a city that holds such happy memories. "The British people just opened the doors to this show," he says. "Edinburgh is a great festival. It's such a happiness and joy to be there. You can be there with or without a show, just being there, hanging around – it's such a specific atmosphere when the whole town is living the same event. I'm dreaming about going there again."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A world away from the knockabout pratfalls of the big top, Snowshow is poetic and poignant, a performance that turns the popular spectacle of clowning into a high art of visual grace. Full of magical transformations, it blends slapstick with beautiful imagery, gradually building towards the triumphant closing sequence in which Slava rips up a love letter only to watch it turn into a blizzard of snowflakes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The joy is infectious and, indeed, connecting to the audience is something he can't avoid. "We have no choice because the people who are on the stage are in society, they are living life with people," he says. "They can't just be on stage and demonstrate something. What they need is to party and to be happy together with other people, with the audience."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Born in 1950 in small-town Novosil, 225 miles south of Moscow, Slava had an early love of Charlie Chaplin and Marcel Marceau which developed into a full-blown obsession with clowning. After training in St Petersburg, he honed his skills in mime, street theatre and visual comedy, setting up his first company, Litsedei, in 1979. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He learnt not only from silent cinema but also from the silence of the great mime artists on stage. "The silence of Marceau was a great silence, a cosmic, magic silence," says Slava, who is also artistic director of the St Petersburg Circus. "I've also seen wonderful silence in the early shows of Jean-Louis Barraut [the French actor, director and mime artist]. It inspired me so much. I consider the greatest show on stage to be a silent one. Charlie Chaplin used music so it wasn't complete silence, but as a teacher, a master, he has a very important place for me. I love Chaplin's contemporary, Harry Langdon, even more. Langdon was much more fine tuned, much more tender, so I love him more than Chaplain."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Inheriting a tradition that extends all the way back to the theatre of ancient Greece and Rome, Slava practices the art of the outsider. He is the figure of fun who is secretly the wisest of all, the stumbling fool who is actually more dextrous than anyone, the grown-up man who has never lost his child-like sense of wonder and imagination. A clown, he says, is a "person who, on entering the room, brings joy and love for life".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Although it has its origins in the late 1980s, Snowshow has been reinventing itself ever since. It never stops changing. Slava has a profound belief in the importance of spontaneity and goes to great lengths to ensure he and his company stay creative. It means giving them holidays and encouraging them to develop outside interests – and it also means shaking things up every night. "This is a science and I am expert in it," he says. "You always have to find a new creative challenge for the team to keep the stage activity interesting. My performers know which part they are going to perform only half an hour before the show. All the time, we change direction, change the style and the mood of the show. That's very important to keep it interesting and fresh."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Slava's Snow Show, Edinburgh Festival Theatre, 3–6 December.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span lang="EN-US">© Mark Fisher 2014</span> </span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">More coverage at <a href="http://theatrescotland.com/" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND.com</a></span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatreSCOTLANDupdates" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND updates</a></span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatrescotland" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND discussion</a> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><A href="http://www.mark-fisher.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/">Scottish Theatre Links</A></div>Mark Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14877407195452350555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21626599.post-9299830612244027252014-11-05T18:30:00.002+00:002014-11-05T18:31:18.456+00:00Theatre review: The Voice Thief<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">WHAT makes novels such as 1984 and </span><a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/oct/13/100-best-novels-brave-new-world-aldous-huxley" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Brave New World</a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">so troubling is that you could imagine their plots happening for real. Wouldn’t we all be comforted by having an avuncular Big Brother in our lives? Which of us wouldn’t sign up to a soma holiday in a unified World State? It’s the same with the autocratic Dr Broderick Mackenzie in Catherine Wheels’ superb promenade performance: he’s scary because he is so reasonable.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Played by Ian Cameron, he’s a man you’d be happy to entrust your children to. With his extravagant hair and flamboyant neckerchief, he has a touch of the Willy Wonkas, but mainly, he projects a sense of reassurance. That’s why we willingly follow him into his Mackenzie Institute for the Encouragement of Vocal Harmony, despite having to put on masks and subject ourselves to the decontamination chambers of Karen Tennent’s endlessly inventive set.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s also why we go along with him as he describes his scientific method for removing unpleasant sounds from little girls’ voices. We sympathise with him for having oversensitive hearing and admire his laboratory technique for extracting just the right noise. Indeed, we’re quite a long way into Gill Robertson’s production before his daughter Beatrice (an excellent Jenny Hulse) finds the radical voice to tell us something is amiss. The man whose favourite record is the soundtrack to <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/film/2014/oct/23/my-fair-lady-audrey-hepburn-archive-1964" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">My Fair Lady</a> is a kind of psychopathic Henry Higgins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But this is no abstract dystopian fantasy. Scripted by Robert Alan Evans, The Voice Thief is a deeply felt cry of outrage at the injustice of female voices being silenced, emotions repressed and personalities muted. Going beyond the production’s sci-fi fun, Beatrice takes a revolutionary step towards emancipation, making it everything a piece of theatre should be: not just funny, tense and alarming, but politically engaged, angry and inspirational.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>WE'RE in the ration-book London of Dylan Thomas, <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/wyndham-lewis-1502" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Wyndham Lewis</a> and Francis Bacon. It’s a curious place that swings from bohemian excess to battened-down austerity. Into this wartime world step Robert Colquhoun and <a href="https://www.nationalgalleries.org/whatson/exhibitions/the-two-roberts-robert-colquhoun-and-robert-macbryde" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Robert MacBryde</a>, graduates of the Glasgow School of Art hell-bent on smashing their way into the establishment – and smashing themselves up in the process.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Slimmed down to an efficient two-hander since its 1992 Royal Court debut, John Byrne’s play is a true-life portrait of two largely forgotten artists who arrived at the GSA a generation before he did. Played by Andy Clark as the talented Colquhoun and Stephen Clyde as the chippy MacBryde, they are a fascinating bundle of contradictions. Irreverent outsiders who yearn for approval, they have an equal passion for creativity and drunken self-destruction. They can switch from cruelty to tenderness within a sentence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It takes a while for Andy Arnold’s studio production to settle and the scatter-gun gags of Byrne’s script to start hitting their mark, but once they do, the two actors do a gripping job. They are an us-against-the-world unit, a private and professional double act, whose relationship is characterised by mutual support and occasional bouts of jealousy, driven by an infectious combination of ambition and ability.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They are rock’n’roll rebels ahead of their time, who are defeated less by their hedonism than by forces beyond their control. Colquhoun and MacBryde’s era was one of rapid cultural change. One minute they were being feted as the natural successors to Picasso, their angular expressionism seeming bold and modern; the next, they were being eclipsed by Jackson Pollock, whose free-form abstractions made them look as dated as the crooners who came before Elvis. It all makes for a raucous and touching study of two men out of time.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span lang="EN-US">© Mark Fisher 2014</span> </span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">More coverage at <a href="http://theatrescotland.com/" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND.com</a></span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatreSCOTLANDupdates" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND updates</a></span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatrescotland" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND discussion</a> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><A href="http://www.mark-fisher.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/">Scottish Theatre Links</A></div>Mark Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14877407195452350555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21626599.post-26289256045916945412014-10-27T17:59:00.002+00:002014-10-27T17:59:44.993+00:00Theatre review: Bondagers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>IMMEDIATELY in front of us, a woman is crouched down chopping turnips with a cleaver. In the middle of the stage, two others are knocking the earth off a crop of potatoes, while beyond them the lady of the house is chatting to one of the farmhands. And beyond them still, half hidden in the low winter mist, a figure is collecting sticks in a wicker basket.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This sense of space distinguishes Lu Kemp’s painterly staging of Sue Glover’s play, an evocation of life on a 19th-century Borders farm. From the moment the cast appear in silhouette at the back of Jamie Vartan’s elemental set, Kemp treats the stage like it had the full dimensions of a field. Thanks to Simon Wilkinson’s superb lighting, those dimensions are always uncertain. As the colour temperature increases from cold monochrome to chilly sepia, the landscape is always bigger than those who tread on it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://digital.nls.uk/scottish-theatre/bondagers/index.html" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;">First seen in 1991</a>, this contemporary Scottish classic is set at a time when male farm workers would be hired on condition of <a href="http://thebondagers.com/the-bondagers-home" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;">bringing a female worker, or bondager, with them</a>. Poetic, musical and elliptical, the play rises organically from the soil, its narrative line about a sexual assault emerging almost accidentally from its imagistic collage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kemp’s six-strong cast hit a strident note from the start, their delivery as tough and hard-edged as the bondagers’ lives. Though they’re a tight acting ensemble, they’re playing women who are atomised and self-reliant. They are more likely to catch the audience in the eye than each other.At times the pitch is brash and unrelenting, but the production brilliantly captures the play’s swirling impressionism, segueing from folk ballad to clog dance to field tilling as it feeds on Glover’s understated feminist rage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal;"><span lang="EN-US">© Mark Fisher 2014</span> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal;">More coverage at <a href="http://theatrescotland.com/" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND.com</a></span><br style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatreSCOTLANDupdates" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND updates</a></span><br style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: black; line-height: normal;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatrescotland" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND discussion</a> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>NOBODY is what they seem in Nikolai Gogol’s comedy of card sharps and confidence tricksters. The play that set the template for <a href="http://thedissolve.com/features/career-view/151-the-meticulously-constructed-film-work-of-david-ma/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">David Mamet</a>’s House of Games and The Spanish Prisoner, not to mention eight series of the BBC’s <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b007gf9k/episodes/guide" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Hustle</a>, recognises the innate theatricality of the grifter’s art. The pretence of the stage neatly parallels the pretence of the conman. Before long we’re dealing with deceits within deceits within deceits.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That seems to be why Selma Dimitrijevic’s production for <a href="http://www.greyscale.org.uk/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Greyscale</a>begins in a locker room with the six actors getting changed from their everyday clothes into the trousers, braces and jackets of Gogol’s 19th-century gamblers. It also seems to be why they change, in the process, from female to male.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Along with <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/stage/gallery/2014/sep/15/maxine-peake-hamlet-theatre-in-pictures" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Maxine Peake playing Hamlet</a> in Manchester and Phyllida Lloyd’s <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/stage/2014/oct/10/henry-iv-review-all-female-shakespeare-donmar-warehouse" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">all-female Henry IV</a> in London, Dimitrijevic’s production is part of an unofficial autumn assault on theatre’s well-documented male dominance. Valuable corrective it may be, but whether it adds anything to the play, newly translated by Dimitrijevic and Mikhail Durnenkov, is a moot point.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This man’s world of status games, brinkmanship and bravado is neither illuminated nor satirised by the casting. Although the actors make some attempt at male body language, they go only so far and don’t appear to have anything to say about male behaviour. Less aggressive, more accommodating and quicker to smile than your average group of men, they call attention to the pretence without offering any insight in return.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All the same, it’s a fluidly staged production, with a strong ensemble spirit and a lively musicality. Amanda Hadingue proves there’s no one more gullible than a conman as her Iharev goes from self-satisfied trickster to bewildered victim, stitched up by a cool and confident Hannah McPake as Uteshitelny who shows herself master of “social engineering of the highest order”.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span lang="EN-US">© Mark Fisher 2014</span> </span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">More coverage at <a href="http://theatrescotland.com/" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND.com</a></span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatreSCOTLANDupdates" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND updates</a></span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Sign up for <a href="http://groups.google.com/group/theatrescotland" style="color: #006600;">theatreSCOTLAND discussion</a> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><A href="http://www.mark-fisher.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/">Scottish Theatre Links</A></div>Mark Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14877407195452350555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21626599.post-34050885913726330892014-10-13T10:26:00.003+01:002014-10-13T10:26:48.571+01:00Theatre review: Three Sisters<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Published in the Guardian</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>WATCHING John Byrne’s new adaptation of the Chekhov classic, it’s hard to put aside the memory of <a href="http://www.word-power.co.uk/books/unstated-I9780956628398/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Alasdair Gray’s notorious “colonisers and settlers” essay</a>. This was the pre-referendum broadside in which the novelist used the loaded language of imperial Britain to describe incomers to Scotland. As Gray saw it, there were those who used the country as a stepping stone for a career elsewhere and those who stayed to make a lasting contribution.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seen in these terms, Byrne’s three sisters, renamed Olive, Maddy and Renee Penhalligan, plus brother Archie, are instinctive colonisers. They’re an upper-class English military family at the start of the 1960s, shored up in small-town Dunoon because of its proximity to the Holy Loch submarine base, but wishing all the while to be in London. Circumstance, however, makes them settlers. They may dream of the big city, they may be bored by provincial life, they may quote Rupert Brooke’s line about <a href="http://www.bartleby.com/103/149.html" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">“some corner of a foreign field” being “for ever England”</a>, but, whether as teacher or as district councillor, they are slowly becoming rooted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If anything, it’s the locals who are most damaged by the dysfunctional relationship. Somewhere off stage, an officer’s wife is making suicide attempts, while Louise McCarthy as Archie’s new wife Natasha replicates the class power structure as she goes from Wemyss Bay innocent to tyrannical lady of the manor. With Byrne’s characteristic wit, she takes on a strangulated hybrid Anglo-Scots accent as she does so.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Elsewhere, the Anglophone setting minimises the opportunity for <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/music/2006/sep/26/worldmusic.theatre" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Byrne’s most baroque language</a>, but director Andy Arnold does the adaptation tremendous justice in a beautifully controlled staging that’s loaded with fine performances. With their radiant red ringlets and sliding scale of accents, Muireann Kelly, Sally Reid and Jessica Hardwick make a compelling central trio, all dry wit and tough sisterly honesty, resignedly tolerating Jonathan Watson’s touchingly ineffectual Archie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>WHEN civilisation finally catches up with Shakespeare’s Prospero and Miranda in <a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/tempest/full.html" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;">The Tempest</a>, there’s the assumption that they’ll leave their island behind. This magic and wildness is all very well, but it’s no match for society. Heading back to Italy, with all its order and discipline, is taken as read.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There’s a similar conflict between the tame and the wild in <a href="http://www.front-step.co.uk/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;">David Greig’s</a>Outlying Islands. First seen in 2002 and now revived by director Richard Baron in a quietly absorbing production for the Borders-based Firebrand company, it begins with two young men from the ministry showing up on an Outer Hebridean rock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is 1939 and, with war breaking out in Europe, the island could be the wilderness the authorities need to carry out their <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/anthrax" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;">anthrax tests</a>. That’s news to James Rottger’s buttoned-up John and Martin Richardson’s libertarian Robert. As far as they’re concerned, they’re here to conduct an ornithological survey. To spend a few weeks in such a pristine environment has been their lifetime ambition.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As in The Tempest, it’s assumed they’ll go back home at the end of their stay. But what would happen, speculates Greig, if nature overwhelmed their stiff-upper-lip reserve? What if the island’s Miranda – Helen Mackay’s wide-eyed Ellen – offered an alternative way to live with her seductive mixture of innocence and sexual freedom? What if the opportunity to swim naked, to be unobserved, to be as unburdened by morality as the animals, became too great to resist? Why leave the island at all?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In this way, John and Robert are opposing aspects of our own personalities. We empathise with the self-restraint of one, but envy the lack of inhibition of the other and, once they’ve seen off the paternalistic hand of Crawford Logan as Ellen’s uncle, it’s hard to see why they shouldn’t answer the call of the wild.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>SOMEWHERE at the back of the open stage, Ben Onwukwe, as the ghost of the old king, stands in silhouette beneath a fierce white light, his voice compressed and crackly like an analogue broadcast. Nikola Kodjabashia’s live score, a cacophony of strummed piano wire, open strings and rumbling percussion, has risen to a formidable volume. At the point of greatest intensity, the focus cuts abruptly to Brian Ferguson’s Hamlet. Downstage, warmly lit, with a sea of darkness behind him, it’s as if he’s stepped into the room with us.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And you can imagine him doing that. With his sensible suit, black glasses and air of studiousness (his preferred reading is Dante), this Hamlet is not a natural hero but an ordinary young man placed in extraordinary circumstances. He’s prone to the occasional outburst but, more typically, he’s thoughtful and considered. Yes, he vacillates, but only as much as anyone would if they suspected the poisoner of their father to be Peter Guinness’s Claudius. He is an unnerving mix of the sleazy and the diplomatic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What emerges in Dominic Hill’s exhilarating production is the story of a good man’s struggle against a society full of corruption and suspicion. A flank of reel-to-reel tape recorders suggests an era of cold-war surveillance. The speed with which Cliff Burnett’s Polonius changes character – from a bumptious bon vivant with a <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/film/2013/apr/28/look-love-steve-coogan-review" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Paul Raymond moustache</a>to a brutal patriarch keeping his daughter, Ophelia, in line – suggests a male-dominated society that has little place for Hamlet’s sensitivities, let alone female values.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No wonder Meghan Tyler’s strident Ophelia turns to drink and dies the vodka-induced death of a 1960s rock casualty. It’s the only way to cope with the pressure. With Roberta Taylor’s Gertrude reduced to a defeated mumble, Hill’s lucid production is a study of the forces that drive fathers and sons to destruction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>ONE of last year’s biggest Scottish theatre hits was David Harrower’s <a href="http://www.wow247.co.uk/blog/2013/08/07/theatre-review-ciara/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Ciara</a>, a monologue about a woman born into a Glasgow crime family and doing all she can to get out. With Kill Johnny Glendenning, playwright DC Jackson is in similar territory, only this time he plays it as farce. Where Harrower gave us a subtle meditation on the difficulty of cultural change, Jackson offers a <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2013/02/quentin-tarantino-deaths-movies" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Tarantino-esque bloodbath of violent excess</a> and a script of machine-gun hilarity.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Set in a farmhouse hideaway – or, as Jackson’s colourful turn of phrase would have it, a “sub-human shit-shack in the anus of Ayrshire” – the play is about the kidnapping of an investigative reporter caught up in a gangland feud over the proceeds of a heroin shipment. In the flashback second act, which cleverly gives us the motivations behind the seemingly random killings of the first, we learn that one of the kidnappers is married to the mob. His wife, like Harrower’s Ciara, is determined to get out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The world she’s escaping is one of cartoonish bravado, shaped by the romantic glamour of the gangster movie and the mystique of the celebrity criminal. One of the kidnappers wears a suit inspired by <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/film/2013/aug/29/why-i-love-scarface-tony-montana" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Al Pacino in Scarface</a>, while the rival crime bosses boast of the number of books written about them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like the others in Mark Thomson’s full-blooded production, David Ireland gives a scarily funny performance. As the eponymous lead, he always carries an air of psychopathic menace (despite Johnny’s love of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywcari33C70" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">reggae stalwarts Aswad</a>). I laughed a lot, but kept feeling the play was only ever as good as the last joke. Despite its echoes of Glasgow’s real-life <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/uk/2004/mar/17/ukcrime" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">ice-cream wars</a>, Jackson’s comic universe has more murderous exuberance than satirical bite.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>THE last time I saw Still Game on stage was at the Brunton in Musselburgh, a theatre with a capacity of 300. That was in the late 1990s and now, after <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/scotland/tv/chewinthefat/jack_and_victor/still_game/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;">six television series, sundry seasonal specials and a seven-year hiatus</a>, Ford Kiernan and Greg Hemphill have built up the pulling power to play a 21-night run at the Hydro in front of 12,000 people a time.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is theatre on a scale I have never seen. It’s so big, I’m not even sure theatre is the right word for it. The stage is dominated by three giant screens showing a sophisticated live edit of the sitcom action below. Even in the posh seats, it feels more like being a studio audience.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With voices echoing, Gavin Mitchell’s Boaby the barman opens up at the Clansman in time for his regulars, while Sanjeev Kohli’s Navid sets out the value pies in the corner shop. The audience – or is it a rally? – roars its approval with every arrival, not least when everybody’s favourite geriatric jesters Jack and Victor finally show up in Jack’s front room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So far so cosy, but then something extraordinary happens. Sensing the untheatrical nature of their own TV love-in, Kiernan and Hemphill move from self-referential jokes about the <a href="http://www.montypythonlive.com/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;">inadvisability of comeback gigs</a> to a meta-theatrical discussion about the fourth wall. Before we know it, they’ve switched to direct audience address and full-on standup patter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They transform the energy in the room and, although the show settles back into sitcom familiarity for a story about Jack giving a drunken, transatlantic, father-of-the-bride speech, the stakes have been raised. All it takes is for Jane McCarry’s rosy-cheeked Isa to drink some magic mushroom soup and the stage becomes a hallucinogenic Bollywood spectacular. It’s a thrilling end to Michael Hines’s production and a narrow theatrical victory.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"THINGS have a way of turning out so badly," runs the caption along the top of Alex Lowde's set. It's the most telling of a series of quotations from the <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/culture/tennesseewilliams" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Tennessee Williams</a> classic that flash up throughout Jemima Levick's production. It is the director's way of reminding us of the theatrical artifice.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Levick takes her cue from the playwright's opening monologue, in which Tom Wingfield tells us about the play ahead, outlining the construction, conceits and symbolism of his autobiographical tale of an overbearing mother, a pitifully shy sister and the narrator himself, a Shakespeare-in-waiting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Played by Robert Jack with still and steady control, he brings on a microphone to address us directly, like a self-aware performance artist. The set behind him is raised as if it too were in quotation marks, something to be examined like poor Laura Wingfield's collection of glass trinkets. Levick's introduction of movement sequences, choreographed by Joan Clevillé, are too intrusive an attempt to turn the domestic into the poetic, but you can see what she's driving at.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In most productions, Amanda Wingfield is a larger-than-life matriarch with a delusional memory of her upbringing in the American south. Here, Irene Macdougall is very much life-size, a woman already defeated by her fall into single parenthood, cheap fabrics and an apartment that's all dowdy autumnal colours. Mark Doubleday emphasises the gloomy air by lighting the room with the heavy shadows and harsh highlights of an <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/hopper" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Edward Hopper</a> painting. Amanda's level of self-deceit escalates, but her hopes for Laura's first and only gentleman caller are born of sad desperation, not real belief.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Opposite a personable Thomas Cotran as the dinner guest, Millie Turner plays the fragile Laura with an eagerness to please that makes her luckless story even sadder. For all the self-consciousness of the staging, it remains a touching and tender tale.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"WHAT is it that you wash away?" says Busi Zokufa's Ma Ubu as she once again catches her husband spending too long in the shower. <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/stage/alfredjarry" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Alfred Jarry</a>'s Ubu Roi is a scatological send-up of Shakespeare's Macbeth, but in this retelling, it is the tyrannical Pa Ubu (Dawid Minnaar), who has trouble ridding himself of that damn'd spot.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he stands in the shower cubicle, still in his unbecoming vest and underpants, we see an animation by director <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2007/nov/20/art.southafrica" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">William Kentridge</a> that illustrates in scratchy white-on-black the guilty secrets he is trying to cleanse himself of. Tumbling towards the plughole is a torrent of human skulls and bones.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In Ubu and the Truth Commission, South <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/africa" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="More from the Guardian on Africa">Africa</a>'s <a href="http://www.handspringpuppet.co.za/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Handspring Puppet Company</a>, famed for <a href="http://www.warhorseonstage.com/puppetry" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">its work on War Horse</a>, reframes the Jarry original work in terms of the post-apartheid truth and reconciliation commission. Ma Ubu thought her husband was out philandering, but he was actually running a death squad – represented by a three-headed puppet dog – with the complicity of the state. In her blinkered naivety, she seems to regard this as a lesser crime.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pa Ubu isn't convinced he has anything to apologise for as the new <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/southafrica" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="More from the Guardian on South Africa">South Africa</a> is born, but for safety's sake he feeds his incriminating documents, video tapes and instruments of torture to a paper-shredding crocodile. His amoral indifference is in contrast to the first-hand testimonies we hear about police brutality, translated from the original languages and accompanied by Kentridge's darkening images. The implication is that he and his establishment cronies have got off lightly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ubu would seem more gruesome in a production with more anarchic energy, and the play surely can't pack the same political punch as it did on its 1997 premiere, but it is a fascinating response to an extraordinary time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>PERHAPS you're a fan of the theatre. What you like is the moment-by-moment thrill of seeing actors perform and a story unfolding in your imagination. Or maybe you're more of a movie buff. You prefer to be immersed in a cinematic dream. Either way, you'll be frustrated by Helen Lawrence, a multimedia hybrid from <a href="https://www.canadianstage.com/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Canadian Stage</a> that is expensive, hollow and neither one thing nor the other.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The technique, developed by director <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/stan-douglas-3038" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Stan Douglas</a>, is impressive. His actors inhabit a featureless blue landscape where they are picked out in the golden warmth of Robert Sondergaard's lighting. We see them through a gauze screen that, simultaneously, shows them projected in closeup. With the help of blue-screen compositing, Douglas matches these larger-than-life images to the backdrops of the story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now the actors we can see on the empty stage appear on screen seeming to lean over the check-in desk in a hotel lobby, to take a trip in the back of car, to venture to an illegal abortionist in a down-at-heel alley or to sleep off a cocktail of booze and pills in a seedy bedroom. It's a trick pulled off with considerable precision.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, although we take note of the actors on stage, our eyes are repeatedly drawn to the black-and-white images on the big screen. These allude to the <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/film/filmblog/2013/nov/29/top-10-film-noir" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">film noir of the 1940s</a> – all fedoras, cigarettes and three-piece suits – although only rarely do they capture the high-contrast richness of the genre's shadowy atmosphere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Likewise, the story, scripted by Chris Haddock, spins a postwar, B-movie yarn involving corrupt cops, backstreet gamblers and the eponymous femme fatale in a semi-lawless Vancouver. It's a world of hat-pin murders, protection rackets and blackmail.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The purpose of the tale, however, is not to reflect on any thematic concerns, but merely to showcase the production's technical ingenuity. Although it takes in greed, deception and exploitation, it has nothing to say about those subjects. Its primary purpose – to emulate a period movie – is of novelty value alone. Despite spirited performances from Haley McGee as a sexually ambivalent bell boy, Lisa Ryder as the glamorous visitor from out of town and the rest of the large company, Helen Lawrence is too flimsy to satisfy as either theatre or film.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>IF IT'S true there was much at stake for the early kings of Scotland as they tried to establish order in turbulent times, it is equally true that everything is riding on playwright Rona Munro’s trilogy of historical 15th-century dramas, “The James Plays.” Not only are these three premieres the centerpiece of the theater program of the 2014 Edinburgh International Festival, but they mark the first collaboration between the National Theater of Scotland (NTS) and the National Theater of Great Britain. Happily, apart from a wobble in the middle play, the gamble has paid off. “The James Plays” take a little-known period of history and turn it into a bold, gripping and funny piece of theatre.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Think of history plays and it’s impossible not to think of Shakespeare. It’s a mark of Munro’s ambition — and her tongue-in-cheek irreverence — that the first major character we see on stage in “James I: The Key Will Keep the Lock” is Henry V. Rather than the high-minded rhetorician of Shakespeare’s play, however, this English king is a foul-mouthed fighter, the muscular equal to the prisoners in his charge who jeer at him like soccer hooligans. The monarchy of 1420 was not the refined system of order and deference we know today but, as the playwright presents it, a brutal and fiercely contested expression of power.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The journey across the three plays, from the return of James I to his native Scotland after 18 years of imprisonment through the birth of the child-king James II in 1430 and the reign of James III from 1460, is the story of a monarchy slowly defining itself. When James I (a romantic fully capable of cruelty in James McArdle’s performance) claims the Scottish throne, it’s a major effort to persuade the lords and nobles even to kneel to him. Forever jockeying for power, they are not given to regarding anyone as their social superior. This James may be an educated, poetry-loving aesthete but, in a semi-lawless land, he knows only brute force can bring about change. Two generations later, however, we find James III (flamboyant, hard-edged Jamie Sives) living the life of a spoiled brat in narcissistic pursuit of pleasure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are more Shakespearean echoes in “James II: Days of the Innocents,” in which the maturing king, emotionally damaged yet purposeful in actor Andrew Rothney’s hands, severs his childhood friendships in the same way Shakespeare’s Henry dissociates himself from Falstaff. The conduct of kings is one of Munro’s themes; so too is the birth-pangs of a modern nation, the way a poor, feudal, violent society can begin to find stability and common cause. It’s no coincidence that, a month away from Scotland’s referendum on independence, “James III: The True Mirror” culminates in a galvanizing speech about self-determination and taking a leap into the unknown.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That speech is delivered by Sofie Gråbøl, a cult favorite in the UK thanks to her lead role in the original Danish series of “The Killing” and a compelling presence here as the Danish Queen Margaret, who has limited tolerance for the self-pity and self-indulgence of her husband James III. Along with Blythe Duff, star of long-running UK cop show “Taggart,” she is part of a forceful female presence across the trilogy, which is punchily acted throughout.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Performed on an imposing set (by Jon Bausor) that’s part bear pit and part castle ramparts, with audience members sitting on the stage to create the in-the-round feeling of public spectacle, all three parts are magnificently lit by Philip Gladwell. Helmer Laurie Sansom, making his debut as NTS artistic director, employs the space dynamically, using the full height and width of the set to create a sense of the epic scale of the narrative. If he fails to find coherence in the fragmented and ill-defined second play, he brings tremendous storytelling energy to the magnificent first and third installments, fully justifying the scale and ambition of the project.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>THERE comes a point in every electro-popster's life when the call of the theatre becomes too great to ignore. It happened to the <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/music/pet-shop-boys" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Pet Shop Boys</a>when they <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/culture/2001/may/16/artsfeatures.petshopboys" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">collaborated with Jonathan Harvey on Closer to Heaven</a> in 2001. It happened to Marc Almond when he teamed up with Mark Ravenhill for <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/stage/2011/jul/18/marc-almond-interview-ten-plagues" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Ten Plagues in 2011</a>. And now it's happened to Andy Bell, the golden voice of <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/music/erasure" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Erasure</a>, who is hitting the Edinburgh fringe with a theatrical song-cycle written by Barney Ashton-Bullock.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">According to <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TorstenTheBarebackSaint" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">the show's Facebook page</a>, Torsten the Bareback Saint is a piece of "sub-operatic theatrical cabaret pop/performance art", in which Bell plays a semi-immortal, pansexual troubadour who is only 42, despite being born in 1905. "He's going round and round, but he doesn't feel trapped," says the singer. "He's still a flirt."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It all sounds very Dorian Gray but, despite having turned 50 earlier this year, Bell regards the show not as a symptom of a midlife crisis but as one more project in a prolific and open-ended musical career. "I'm doing it to keep myself interested," he says. "You can't possibly think you're going to maintain any of that popsy superficiality. That's for young people. You have to diversify and find other interests."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He adds: "Fifty's quite a good age because it's kind of in the middle. Within a human lifetime, it could seem like you've been here forever, but if feels like you've got quite a long way to go as well. I've got a lovely life at the moment, so I'm looking forward to at least the next 30 years."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bell slips into an anecdote involving STDs, false teeth and an orgy in a nursing home – an indication that age is no barrier to a colourful sex life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rather than mourning a lost youth, he prefers to dream about a future of supernatural reinvention. "One time I had a psychic experience, which is going to sound mad, but I was hoping in my heart of hearts to be able to see fairies. All of a sudden, I started seeing these dark shapes coming up out of the ground. I feel like it's another level of consciousness. They're completely metamorphic and they just change all the time. They're never in one form. Maybe that's where humans are heading."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When it comes to theatre, Bell remembers seeing <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/culture/alan-cumming" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Alan Cumming</a> in the original run of Cabaret; he enjoyed Jonathan Pryce in Edward Albee's <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/stage/2004/feb/04/theatre3" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">The Goat or Who Is Sylvia?</a> and, inadvertently, has seen Phantom of the Opera three times. His greatest theatrical influence, however, comes from the alternative cabaret scene.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"My bravado came from drag queens," says Bell. "During the homophobic mid-80s, I used to feel my drag was a protective shield. I'd go on and say: 'Here I am – if there's anything you want to say, say it now.' I suppose I was the teddy-bear version of that."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The 22 songs of Torsten the Bareback Saint, illustrated by Ashton-Bullock's monochrome videos, will take Bell into uncharted emotional territory as he plays a man who remains eternally young while his lovers come and go. "The songs are something <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/music/erasure" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="More from the Guardian on Erasure">Erasure</a> would never write, because they're so raw," he says. "I'm not violent, I've only hit two people in my life and they both wore glasses, but Torsten gives me a vent to show some of that aggression."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>GRENDEL is dead. Beowulf is victorious. The mood is of celebration and so, in <a href="http://www.openculture.com/2013/08/seamus-heaney-reads-his-exquisite-beowulf-translation.html" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Seamus Heaney's taut and muscular adaptation</a>, King Hrothgar calls for a bard to commemorate the defeat of the monster. What is needed, he says, is a work that links "a new theme to a strict metre".</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is the observance of Heaney's own strict metre that distinguishes Lynne Parker's consummate staging of this Old English poem. Billed as a dramatic reading, her austere, controlled and gripping production splits the text between Helen McAlpine, Lorraine McIntosh and Anita Vettesse, a Greek chorus in muted greys who strike every syllable with urgent authority.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Although their vowel sounds are warm and rounded, and their consonants kick and click, there is nothing here to suggest a <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/poetry" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="More from the Guardian on Poetry">poetry</a> recital. On the contrary: they have a compelling tale to tell, one with all the violence and excitement of an action movie, and with unwavering focus they exploit Heaney's robust language for every bit of its narrative drive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the cracked slates and crumbling pillars of Charlotte Lane's set, enhanced by the modulating tones of Sergey Jakovsky's lighting and the near-subliminal echoes of Denis Clohessy's score, they make a formidable ensemble.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's tempting to say that, in casting three women as narrators, Parker feminises the poem, but that isn't quite right. You couldn't accuse them of underplaying the fight scenes or skipping over the monster's gory excesses. Rather, by presenting the women as neutral observers, connected to the society but not active participants in the story, Parker makes Beowulf reflective as well as thrilling. There is something in the actors' plain-speaking acceptance of all the story's extremities – of a world where Christian belief is an insurance against unknowable dangers, where everything beyond the mead hall is strange – that makes it more mysterious still.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>DID Graham McLaren conceive his adaptation of The Tin Forest on a rainy day? That would have been in keeping with the gloomy interiors that characterise his gorgeously detailed promenade performance. As with A Christmas Carol, his last National Theatre of Scotland <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/2011/dec/06/a-christmas-carol-review" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">collaboration with puppeteer Gavin Glover</a>, The Tin Forest is bleak, barren and wintry.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On a day when the temperature has soared to 27C and the lithe athletes of the <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/sport/commonwealthgames2014" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Commonwealth Games</a> are sprinting by outside, it is all the more of a leap to process the director's rich and desolate blend of art installation, puppet show, storytelling and folk gig. Based on the children's book by <a href="http://www.templarco.co.uk/picture_books/helen_ward/helen_ward.html" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Helen Ward and Wayne Anderson</a>, The Tin Forest is a tale of post-industrial regeneration in which an old man brings new life to an arid environment of iron railings, lampposts and tin cans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like the similarly inspired Huff by <a href="http://www.catherinewheels.co.uk/productions/huff" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Shona Reppe and Andy Manley</a>, you experience the show in a small party, moving from room to spooky room to piece together the story. It begins in a David Lynch-like hotel corridor where a bank of old-fashioned telephones beckon you to listen. It's an alienating introduction to a lonely world, made only marginally more welcoming in the subsequent rooms: a hut stuffed with mechanical antiques, a workshop where a glassy-eyed puppet tries to get a metal bird to fly and a museum where Angela Darcy plays a curious cross between a German showgirl and a gallery attendant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It feels as if there's a scene missing after we see the first signs of natural life in a garden shed, but there's a striking finale in the main hall, where a vast image of <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/ed/St_Kilda_Village_Bay.jpg" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">St Kilda</a> is projected around the curving rotunda wall and four musicians play jigs, reels and Glasgow folk favourites – a sign that life has bloomed once more out of this barren wasteland.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>IT BEGINS in darkness. Through brief bursts of light, we capture the fleeting movement of running figures as the acoustic strum and wailing lament of <a href="http://www.martynbennett.com/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Martyn Bennett</a>'s Move gives way to the fuzzed-up urban rhythms that characterised the composer's thrilling fusion of the ancient and the modern. In bold capitals, the words "MOVE" and "SHIFT" flash across the back wall of Kai Fischer's open set.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is <a href="http://www.corabissett.co.uk/" style="background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #005689; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="">Cora Bissett</a>'s tribute show at its best. With a punkish energy, the director captures the sense of open-ended excitement generated through the music of Bennett, who died in 2005 from Hodgkin's lymphoma.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She celebrates his deep respect for the traditions of Scottish folk and his equal love for the rave beats that animated the Glasgow club scene of the 1990s. He was a piper who dared to reinvigorate the old folk forms, not as a gimmick or with any "misty-lensed fanciful garbage about Scotland", as he says here, but with an honesty that leaps out in the recordings he left behind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bennett was 33 when he died, and his life story appears to have been entirely without conflict. As told here, in a script written by Kieran Hurley in collaboration with Bissett, his greatest obstacle was a music teacher who asked him to rein in his experimental tendencies. As a result, Grit is always one step away from soap-opera banality, well-acted though it is by Sandy Grierson as a dreamy Bennett, Hannah Donaldson as his ever-smiling wife and Gerda Stevenson showing her versatility in a range of supporting roles.</span></div>
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