Mary Woodward Review

Pride and Prejudice (sort of), Royal Lyceum Theatre, Edinburgh, Review

Pride and Prejudice (sort of)

***** (5 stars)

Playwright Isobel McArthur had never read Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice before director Paul Brotherston asked her to turn it into a play for his Glasgow theatre company Blood of the Young. First seen at the Tron in Glasgow last year, the show has transitioned to the big stage and has rightly been receiving standing ovations every night.

The basic plot line is simple: Mr and Mrs Bennett have five daughters and little money, while the house in which they live will pass to a distant male relative when Mr Bennett dies. In an age when women had no rights to property or money – these would belong to her father and then, if she married, to her husband – and when the concept of earning a living was unthinkable, the girls would have to find husbands or eke out a miserable existence as impoverished spinsters. No wonder Mrs B can think of nothing but finding suitably wealthy husbands as quickly as possible while Mr B retreats to his library and immerses himself in his books.

Any young man who comes into the neighbourhood is instantly a target. In fairly quick succession Mr Bingley, Mr Darcy, Mr Collins and Mr Wickham appear on the scene, and Mrs B sees them all as prospective husbands for her daughters. The plot takes many twists and turns, and the two central characters – Elizabeth Bennett and Fitzwilliam Darcy – have to learn to overcome both pride and prejudice before they can reach their happy ending.

There have been many film and tv adaptations of this novel – I think fondly of the BBC serialisation with Elizabeth Garvie and David Rintoul, but those younger than I more probably swooned over Colin Firth’s dip in the lake. The Bollywood Bride and Prejudice is a firm favourite of mine, as is Yorkshire TV’s four-part series Lost in Austen in which 21st-century Amanda Price of Hammersmith swaps places with Elisabeth Bennett and finds herself desperately trying to keep the plot moving along the right lines, with increasingly hilarious results.

Tonight’s show took the basic plot line but chose to look at it from the perspective of the servants who play small but vital parts in all the households in which the action of Pride and Prejudice takes place. Anne, Maisie, Clara, Tillie, Flo and Effie give their below-stairs take on the situation while at the same time playing the major ‘upstairs’ characters, with all the complex choreography and lightning-swift changes of manner, voice, accent and gender that this involves. There are some fabulous moments when two characters played by the same actor are in conversation with each other, and an utterly brilliant solution to the problem that Mr Bennett’s presence on stage with his wife and five daughters would require a seventh actor…

Words fail me when I try to describe how talented these six actors are. They sing a superbly-chosen succession of musical numbers, they dance, they play a seemingly limitless number of musical instruments including trumpet and harp. They constantly change not only costume and character but also gender as they weave in and out of the different households, completely ignoring the fourth wall as they invite us into the riot and mayhem of the Bennett household.

Some at least of the audience certainly knew their Austen, and greeted characters and situations with howls of delighted laughter or gasps of anticipation. The family dynamic, with everyone picking on Mary, rang very true, and I loved Charlotte Lucas’ never-to-be-acknowledged quiet passion for her best friend, Lizzie. Meghan Tyler was magnificently mercurial as the strong-willed and unconventional Elizabeth, while Christina Gordon was distractedly in love and quietly heartbroken as her older sister Jane and a loathsomely self-congratulatory Lady Catherine de Burgh.   Felixe Forde did a brilliant job of playing Kitty and two of the girls’ suitors – the loathsome Mr Collins and the charmingly amoral Wickham. Tori Burgess went one better by playing both the irrepressibly boy-mad Lydia and everyone’s target Mary [who must at all costs not be allowed to sing – I was so glad that she got to shine in the spotlight and close the show.] Hannah Jarrett-Scott was a quiet, lovelorn Charlotte Lucas and an impossibly okay-yah Caroline Bingley while also doing some nifty costume changes as Caroline’s brother Charles. Not content with writing a cracking play, Isobel McArthur got to play desperately-scheming, rhinoceros-hided Mrs Bennett and, as Fitzwilliam Darcy, start by despising and then slowly fall under the spell of her least favourite daughter, Elizabeth. And all the time, the servants wove in and out of the action, nudging here, prompting there, delivering the essential letters, announcing meals – and observing and commenting on everything that happened in front of them.

There was a horse, a glitterball, torrential rain, lots of alcohol and the odd cigarette. There was a delightfully inventive country walk, a Rubik’s cube and a glorious moment in the portrait gallery at Pemberley.   There were moments of pure joy, of perfect theatre, of pants-wetting laughter: the six cast members had a ball throughout, and we had the pleasure and privilege of being invited into their world. If you don’t know the Austen original, you’re in for a treat which I hope will entice you to read the novel: if you do, you are in for an evening of sheer delight which you will remember fondly for a very long time.

Pride and Prejudice (sort of), Royal Lyceum Theatre, Edinburgh, run ends 15 Feb, For tickets go to: https://lyceum.org.uk/whats-on/production/pride-and-prejudice-sort-of

Mary Woodward Review

The Ghosting of Rabbie Burns, The Brunton Theatre, Musselburgh, Review

The Ghosting of Robbie Burns

**** (4 stars)
Based on an idea by Alyson Orr, Gillian Duffy’s play brings the ghost of Rabbie Burns back to ‘life’ on his own Night.  Once a year he returns to earth, and this year he meets Emily, a writer who has retired to the rural solitude of the remote cottage which used to belong to her aunt, in the hopes that she will be inspired to write and meet an ever-nearing deadline.  Emily’s had a miserable journey and is feeling very sorry for herself.  She turns on the radio to cheer herself up, but when she tunes into a Burns Night Special whose host cues in Charlie is my darlin’, Emily’s singing reveals that Charlie was her darling – before he broke her heart.
It’s a wild night, and Emily is alone in the middle of nowhere: suddenly there’s the sound of a horse’s hooves, a thunderous knocking on the door, and a man wearing a long black cloak enters the cottage.  Emily fears the worst, but it’s not a burglar – it’s the Bard himself, come back just for the one night, and obviously believing that Emily is going to fall into his arms the instant she realises who he is.  Emily is made of sterner stuff, however, and bitterly sceptical that the thing called ‘love’ exists, either in Burns’ time or today: Rabbie tries to convince her that love is real.
It’s a charming play, and the audience loved the earthy humour and boundless self-appreciation of John Kielty’s Burns, especially when he engaged audience members in conversation.  Alyson Orr was spiky and hard to warm to, her inner defences against further hurt being so strong that she came over as hard and cynical while all the time being desperate to find love.  Burns’ songs and poems were cleverly woven into the play, and beautifully delivered by both actors .  I don’t know if I was convinced by Burns’ arguments in favour of love, but I found Emily’s cynical hard-heartedness equally unsatisfying, and the ending a little too flimsy.  But it was a light and frothy romcom, after all, and I was perhaps searching for more depth and truthfulness than a work of this nature usually holds.  It was a very pleasant evening which sent everyone home happy.
The Ghosting of Rabbie Burns, Run ended but tour continues until 22nd February.
Mary Woodward Review

George & Ira Gershwin, Porgy & Bess, Review

George & Ira Gershwin Porgy & Bess

Metropolitan Opera live relay
**** (4 stars)
This is the first time I’ve seen Porgy & Bess, and I found it a curious piece.  Using the novel by DuBose Heyward, it tells of the life, loves, hates and struggles of a black community in Catfish Row, which the author based on an actual area of Charleston, South Carolina.  Almost the entire cast of characters is African American – the only white faces are a police officer and his henchmen, who appear to ‘investigate’ murders that occur within the community, whom they look on as so much dirt.
The show is packed with well-known melodies – Summertime, It ain’t necessarily so, Bess, you is my woman now, and many more – woven together with fascinating orchestral writing, uniquely descriptive of the community and its time.  There are large and small solos for an extraordinary number of singers compared to the usual opera cast – a few soloists and maybe a couple of tiny solo lines here and there – and all are clearly-defined individuals with their own place in the community.  It ought to be a spell-binding piece, and it is an enormous hit in New York, with standing ovations greeting the cast every night.
And yet… I found myself conflicted, admiring the quality of the singers’ voices and the sincerity of their acting while at the same time feeling acutely uncomfortable at what I couldn’t help but feel was a stereotypical description of a black community by three white American men.  One of the highlights of the Met relays is the interviews with cast and creatives during the interval, where this very question was raised.  The African American choreographer and white director were asked this question and gave a very pc answer which didn’t work for me.  Maybe it’s impossible for me, a seriously mature white woman who’s spent most of her life in the UK, fully to understand.  I couldn’t help but notice the lack of black faces in the audience or the orchestra.  I found it hard to stomach the subtitles which made plain the ‘massa’s in de plantation’ language which felt so impossibly dated: shades of the squirmingly awful Mammy in Gone with the wind…  Extra performances have been scheduled because of the demand for tickets, the opera is seen as a wonderful celebration of all things American – and yet the gap between black and white America which is so clear in Porgy & Bess is just as wide, or even wider, today.
The performances throughout were magnificent.  Eric Owens, despite struggling with a heavy cold, gave an outstanding performance as Porgy, the man who thinks he will always be alone because of his disability: his enormous heart accepts Bess as she is and loves her no matter what she chooses to do. Angel Blue’s Bess was warm, human, and fallible: wanting love and security, but unable to free herself from her addictions despite wanting to.  Frederick Ballentine’s Sportin’ Life, snaking his way though the community peddling his ‘happy dust’, was a perfect mixture of irresistible charm and complete self-interest, while Alfred Walker’s Crown was the classic villain of the piece – a violent and unpredictable bully who acted like a vicious dog, unhesitatingly biting savagely when his possessions were threatened.  There are too many other outstanding singers in this opera to single out – even the itinerant strawberry and devil crab sellers made the most of their moment in the spotlight and received a round of applause.
It was an evening that clearly demonstrated the strength and depth of talent in the African-American operatic world in America: it’s an enormous pity that so little of that talent takes centre stage in the rest of the operatic repertoire.
Mary Woodward Review

Scottish Opera Emerging Artists Recital Concert Hall, Glasgow University, Review:

Scottish Opera Emerging Artists Recital

**** (4 stars)

Scottish Opera’s Emerging Artists programme gives a period of full-time work with the Company to young people endeavouring to establish their careers.  Starting just with singers, the programme has been extended to give the same opportunity to a composer-in-residence, a repetiteur and a costume trainee.

It’s always a joy to see these young artists as they progress through their year, and this year’s crop of singers are no exception.  Charlie Drummond had already delighted me in the autumn Opera Highlights tour and moved me in her brief cameo as the Geisha in Mascagni’s Iris, so I was sorry to learn that a last-minute illness meant she had to withdraw from the recital.  In her absence, mezzo Heather Ireson and baritones Arthur Bruce and Mark Nathan, accompanied by Michael Papadopoulos, entertained us right royally.

Heather got us off to an electrifying start with Dorabella’s dramatic hissy fit from Mozart’s Così fan tutte – the drama queen saying ‘sod off and leave me alone: if I don’t die of grief I’ll end my days in misery’.  She showed the very real conflict of interests as Zerlina tries unsuccessfuly to resist Don Giovanni’s advances in là ci darem la mano; and followed this with what for me was the highlight of the afternoon – Minskwoman’s soliloquy I bought this suitcase in New York.  Initially a sunlit recollection of happy times, it becomes a lament for lost selfhood – “Tired woman, drained of life” – as her life leaches away before her eyes under the mound of nappies and baby clothes that consume her very existence.  It was a superb performance, rightly greeted with a long silence and prolonged applause.

The two baritones presented a fascinating contrast in vocal quality and personality.  Arthur Bruce, already seen in Amadeus and the Bard and Iris this season, began with Belcore’s swaggering Come Paride vezzoso from Donizetti’s L’Élisir d’Amore: his huge, bright sound effortlessly voicing his massive egocentric swagger.  He showed a much wider-ranging mixture of emotions as he tried to comfort a grieving Ariadne in Harlequin’s aria Lieben, Hassen, Hoffen, Zagen from Richard Strauss’s Ariadne Auf Naxos, and as Valentin expressed his concern for his sister, Marguerite when he is called up to fight in Avant de quitter ces lieux from Gounod’s Faust. I look forward to seeing him later this year in Gilbert and Sullivan’s Utopia, Limited and The Gondoliers.

Mark Nathan’s darker, subtler, and more flexible baritone brought us two less well-known arias – O Lisbona alfin ti miro from Donizetti’s Don Sebastiano and Komm, Tzigany from Kalman’s Gräfin Maritza – in both of which he displayed a wide range of emotions.  The famous poet who fought beside Don Sebastian, was captured and enslaved, and can hardly believe he sees his beloved Lisbon once more had moments of velvet-soft pathos and soul-stirring patriotic outbursts, while as the disguised Count Tassilo he poured out his feelings for his native land [and the Countess Maritza] as he celebrates the Life of the gypsy. I enjoyed Mark’s performance in the autumn Opera Highlights tour and look forward to seeing him in Britten’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream and The Gondoliers.

The programme ended with two delightfully cheerful numbers – the Gendarmes’ duet from Offenbach’s Geneviève de Brabant and the Champagne aria from Johann Strauss II’s Die Fledermaus – which allowed the singers to let their hair down and have enormous fun, sending us out with a smile into the dreich Glasgow afternoon

Michael Papadopoulos did a great job of accompanying the stylistically varied programme: he’s also been working on most of the pieces in this year’s season, was assistant conductor for Iris and will be the music director and pianist for the spring Opera Highlights tour.

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2019! Thank you!

Thank you from all of us for an Amazing 2019!

With Hogmanay and the New Year Celebrations just around the corner, We at Scotsgay Arts have just published our 100th and final review for 2019. 2019 has been a epic year across the cultural landscape of Scotland and its as much of an honour and privilege now as it has been since we started to be able to sample the very best of the countries output.

To all 100 hundred productions we reviewed, the many more we previewed, the 100’s of reviews on our sister site SGFringe.com  we thank you for sharing your work with us, for being brave and sharing your creative endeavours with the world and for continuing to push the boundaries of the last truly uncensored space known as the theatre.

Personally I am indebted to the hard of work of my fellow writer Mary Woodward and thankful for the guidance and support of Taylor Crockett especially during the biggest arts festival known as The Edinburgh International Fringe Festival. My profound thanks to Kieran A Wilson for his guest writing contributions.

We will be back in 2020 with even more of the very best, News, views, Previews and Reviews from across Scotland. To you and yours thank you for being with us in 2019 we wish you a peaceful and Prosperous New Year.

Brett Herriot

Editor, Scotsgayarts.com