Author: Brett Herriot

***** (5 stars)

“Utterly brilliant”

Utterly brilliant and immensely satisfying, with gorgeous music and glorious singing.

Full-scale operatic productions cost ridiculous amounts of money.  It is therefore a joy that the Scottish Chamber Orchestra [SCO] under their conductor Maximilian Emelyanychev are continuing their tradition of bringing a ‘concert’ performance of a Mozart opera to the International Festival. 

At first sight, Clemenza is a full-scale, grandly public opera, with choruses of praise for the `emperor, but it’s really very intimate and focused on intently personal situations.  Love, friendship, loyalty and integrity are all challenged: and not everyone comes through the tests with flying colours.

Like many 18th century opere serie [‘serious operas’], the plot of Mozart’s La Clemenza di Tito is a tad convoluted.  Roman Emperor Titus, the merciful hero of the title, has recently parted company with the foreign princess Berenice.  Roman noblewoman Vitellia hopes to replace her at the emperor’s side.  When Tito asks Servilia to be his consort, Vitellia works on her besotted admirer, Sesto [who is Titus’s dear friend and Servilia’s brother] to lead a rebellion against his bestie.

Servilia is in love with Annio, who despairs when he learns of Tito’s proposal.  Not so Servilia, who faces up to the emperor and says her heart is already taken.  Noble Tito gladly gives his blessing to the two young lovers, and turns his attention to Vitellia, who tries to stop Sesto – she no longer wants Tito to die.  Sesto’s attempted coup fails and, as he refuses to incriminate the woman he loves, he is condemned to death by a heartbroken emperor.  Vitellia is at first lost in dreams of imperial glory but, full of remorse, has the decency to confess her part in the plot.

Noble Tito refuses to condemn anyone to death and pardons them all.  Cue general rejoicing and praise of his nobility and mercy.

All six singers were new to me, and all have superb voices: I look forward to hearing them again very soon.

Giovanni Sala, slim and elegant as the emperor Tito, had a voice that was soft and gentle as he pleaded with his friend Sesto to explain what had prompted him to attempt his murder, but whose rich, ringing tones gave his imperial pronouncements majesty and power.  Angela Brower’s Sesto was putty in the hands of the woman he loved, but riven with anguish at the thought of betraying his dearest friend and able to face his imminent death courageously.  I couldn’t help but wonder whether he and Vitellia had any future together after she confessed to masterminding the plot. 

Tara Erraught’s Vitellia was very sure of her power over Sesto.  Thirsting for vengeance – her father was the previous emperor – she had no qualms about manipulating her lover into an act of treason.  It was only later, when she realised that Sesto wasn’t going to betray her, that her conscience started to prick her.

Hera Hyesang Park was a gentle, loving Servilia, whose inner core of steel enabled her to confess her love for Annio to Tito – saying that she would still marry him, but he must know her heart was given to another.  Maria Warenberg’s Annio was superb: an ardent lover, a devoted friend to Sesto, and a loyal supporter of his emperor.  Peter Kalman didn’t have a huge amount to do, but with his magnificent voice played the elder statesman to perfection.

The SCO, led by Stephanie Gonley, were brilliant and obviously loved what they were doing.  Maximilian Emelyanychev had a ball at the harpsichord, bouncing about as he directed soloists, chorus and instrumentalists.  Hugely appreciative applause was deservedly given to the two clarinettists – Maximiliano Martin on basset clarinet and William Stafford on basset horn.  Two of the greatest arias in the opera engage the singer in a duet with one of these instruments whose melodies are an integral part of the aria.  In Sesto’s deh, per questo istante solo and Vitellia’s non piu di fiore, the instrument adds yet more expressive emotion to the singer’s words.  The SCO chorus, directed by Gregory Batsleer, made the most of their relatively short but impressive contributions and were deservedly applauded by the principals at the final ‘curtain’.

In short, it was an absolutely wonderful evening.  I’m already looking forward to next year’s SCO Mozart!

EIF, Mozart La Clemenza di Tito, Usher Hall, Edinburgh, for more information go to: https://www.eif.co.uk/events/mozarts-la-clemenza-di-tito

**** (4 stars)

“Beautiful”

Kiren Virdee is getting ready for her performance as we enter – sparkly tunic and trousers, long scarf: she looks beautiful, but has to keep checking every single detail of her appearance.

Finally she’s ready to face us – but still seems to find it hard to find the words.  What does she want to say?

Does anyone else smell curry? <chuckle> repeat <chuckle> repeat <chuckle> <chuckle>.  It could be taken as an innocent comment – but is it?  Again and again, until it becomes unbearable: Kiren begins to tear at her clothes, to twist and gyrate and wrap herself into knots: finally succeeding in ripping them off, and putting on ‘western’ top and trousers…

There’s a constant soundtrack of individual remarks and comments, which slowly build up into a mosaic of voices recounting their experiences of growing up in South Asian households in Britain.  Kiren lipsynchs a lot of these – it’s both unnerving and very powerful to hear so many different voices apparently coming out of one young woman’s mouth.

I didn’t see anyone who looked like me onstage, in films or on tv.  Heroines are always white and blonde.  I never came across other gay Asians.  I didn’t see myself as a brown person.  I was five, and one of my classmates wouldn’t hold my hand – even at five, though I didn’t understand why, I knew I was different.  I’m too fat, too curvy, my face is not slim enough, I never liked my thick dark hair, my body hair was seen to make me unattractive.  All our differences were laughed at; people didn’t understand our culture.

This stream of sound goes on and on.  There are pop videos in which white people imitate Asian dance moves and gestures: stealing from the culture while not admitting the validity of the people with whom it originates.  Kiren dances, at first with a big smile on her face, but slowly the repetition of the negatives distracts her from her dancing.  Take my culture, but leave the person I want to be… 

The hurts and rejections – a tangible violence – become more and more painful, driving her to self-harm.  And all the time the frenzied whirl of efforts to conform to white standards of looks – pluck, wax, epilate, shrink: repeat: repeat: – faster and faster until she feels herself shrinking away into nothing.

More voices describe the realisation of being the only brown-skinned person in the room, or on public transport: of beginning to feel unsafe, often because of past experiences.  It’s depressing: I thought we’d solved racism years ago…

And I can’t conform to your expectations – I can’t speak Punjabi, I can’t dance the way you want me to…

What colour are we inside???

The internal conflict between the two cultures becomes increasingly exhausting.  The voices start to speak over each other, to grow louder and louder, and the tension in Kiren’s body increases – and always there is that little <chuckle>.  All those little violences don’t make you stronger: Bit by bit you’re chipped away to nothing.  Depression almost feels like self-care – have another hour in bed; you’re exhausted, have some chocolate; have the whole bar; go back to bed.  Eventually you disappear altogether.

There are many beautiful poems in this show.  The clarity of Kiren’s articulation of her feelings reminded me of the words of young poet Amanda Gordon at Joe Biden’s inauguration. 

I wish more people could come and hear this compilation of experiences of growing up feeling different, of dealing with a clash of cultures, of trying to conform to other people’s expectations…. Why is it expected that everyone coming to Britain should abandon their native culture and traditions?  Being unique in yourself can be a lonely place…

I’m glad that today’s show was a sellout, and really sorry that it was Kiren’s last one this August.  I hope Does anyone else smell curry? goes on to reach a much wider audience – sadly, in this day and age, it’s still sorely needed.

Does anyone else smell curry?  Theatre 3The Space @ Surgeons Hall (Venue 53) for more information go to https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/does-anyone-else-smell-curry

**** (4 stars)

“Very entertaining evening”

What a fascinating way to end this day’s reviewing! 

Who knew that the afterlife is a queer thing in which we do not merely remember but relive disjointed fragments of our life on earth?  Duncan Macrae, presented on the Storytelling Centre’s stage by Michael Daviot, did just that, giving us a wonderfully mixed tapestry of scenes and anecdotes from Macrae’s public and private lives.

There’s a rhinoceros on stage – or at least, a man with a rhino horn… Ionescu’s Rhinocéros was written in 1959, and its first West End production starred Laurence Olivier and Duncan, who gives us a personal account of the chaotic directing style of Orson Welles and Olivier’s intervention to save the cast from disastrous and total confusion.

Born in 1905 in Glasgow, his strictly Presbyterian family nonetheless countenanced annual trips to the pantomime, which sparked Duncan’s passion for theatre.  He studied engineering at university  but wanted to be an actor – but to do this professionally would have meant having to go to London, as there wasn’t a professional theatre in Scotland.  He decided to train as a primary school teacher, and met voice coach Ann Mcallister, who had a profound influence on him. 

He enjoyed teaching for some years – it must have been fascinating to be in his classes, as he would interrupt lessons to do unconventional things that he found interesting…. At the same time he was making a name for himself as a great comic actor in amateur theatre in Scotland.  In 1947 he gave up teaching and turned professional.

Speaking to us from the afterlife meant we have a whirlwind, disjointed rollercoaster ride through the incredibly varied roles Duncan performed before his untimely death in 1967 from an undiagnosed and slow-growing brain tumour.  Comedy, tragedy, pantomime; stage, cinema, television; Shakespeare, JB Priestly, Joe Orton; his career included them all and more. 

Macrae began with a reputation for comic acting, but he was obviously a straight actor of considerable stature too, perennially dogged by an early TV performance of a juvenile party piece,  the wee cock sparra, which became an albatross round his neck.  We were given so many extracts from such a wide variety of plays that it’s hard to pick a favourite – but I think mine has to be from playwright James Bridie’s Gog and Magog.  Harry Magog’s lengthy speech and very slow death scene, a wonderfully absurd rendition of Shakespeare reworked by William McGonagall, moved us all to delighted, groan-filled laughter.

This very entertaining evening was both an extraordinarily display of talent on the part of Michael Daviot and a fitting tribute to a great Scottish actor who contributed hugely to the development of a distinctly Scottish theatre tradition.  Greatly appreciated by everyone in the theatre, it was a lovely way to end my day.

A Noble Clown, Scottish Storytelling Centre (Venue 30) for more information go to

***** (5 stars)

“A searingly painful show”

This show has left me speechless, struggling to find words to express the horrors I’ve just witnessed, the bleak, loveless and hopeless society George Orwell described in his novel – and which we can see in so many parts of the world today.

The novel was published in 1949. I read it in my teens, and well remember the quiver of apprehension as 1984 came nearer: would something apolcalyptic, cataclysmic, happen when we passed 31 December 1983?

As it happens, my life did change most surprisingly in 1984 – but I’m glad to say it didn’t end up grim and joyless. I’ve had many uncomfortable and unpleasant experiences on the way, but I can confidently say I’m really happy being Me, Here, Now.

This is not the case for 6079 Smith W.  Winston Smith works in the Ministry of Truth, where he rewrites historical records to reflect the current truth  promulgated by The Party under their beloved leader Big Brother.  This truth changes from day to day, hour to hour, and even minute to minute, and any evidence to the contrary is destroyed.

Winston secretly rebels against this cult of personality and gradual brain-washing into conformity with the latest political slogans.  But he knows that, constantly, incessantly, Big Brother Is Watching through the two-way screens installed everywhere, through hidden microphones, and through the constant surveillance of neighbours and co-workers.  Even children are to be feared.  They are being brought up to look forward gleefully to witnessing the public hangings of traitors to the state which take place with sickening regularity, and to be spies – prepared even to report their parents to the Thought Police if they believe there is evidence against them.

All aspects of life are strictly controlled.  A constant stream of announcements and commands order everyone’s day – news, reminders, activities: even the time and duration of workers’ lunch breaks are regulated with a siren.  The daily morning exercise sessions are monitored – the leader of the exercise can see and name, shame and correct you.  A constant stream of slogans is broadcast – War is Peace: Freedom is Slavery: Ignorance is Strength.  And everything stops for Two Minutes of Hate in which all Patriots must join…

And so the horrors go on – brilliantly portrayed by Noel and Antonia of Box Tale Soup, who are joined this year by Mark.  Mark pays Winston Smith, and Noel and Antonia are everyone else, swiftly switching from one character to another while also manipulating the set. 

The set is a joy to see.  It’s in essence very simple, but lends itself to a multiplicity of arrangements and requires a mesmerisingly complex choreography which must have entailed hours of rehearsal to facilitate the show’s constant, seamless and seemingly effortless transformations.  As ever, it’s made from recycled materials, and the design is ingenious.  One of my favourite small touches, that comes out of one of their signature on-stage trunks, is the simple but incredibly effective lampshade that denotes one particularly room.  The transformation of the set to the stark Room 101 is utterly simple and horrifyingly brilliant.

The words are all Orwell’s – so chilling, and how terrifyingly prescient.  Throughout the show I kept thinking of current world leaders who want to control, to dominate, to crush all thoughts of resistance, to prevent anyone from even thinking that there is an alternative way of living, and who cheerfully rewrite history to fit their idea of how things are, were, and should be.  Seventy-six years on from the publication of the novel, Orwell’s vision seems on the verge of coming true unless humanity keeps finding ways to resist.

1984 is a searingly painful show that simply mustn’t be missed.  Today’s show was just about sold out.   Go get your tickets NOW!!!1984, Above at Pleasance courtyard (Venue 33) for more Information go to: https://www.edfringe.com/tickets/whats-on/1984