The Tron Theatre

Glasgow

22nd – 26th March 2016

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 Glasgow based coups de theatre and stage crafter extraordinaire David Leddy (who earned the first Scottish practiced based PHD in theatre) is here directing his new multi-faceted production International Waters at the the much loved Tron. Lucky us! A magnificent set design inspired by architects Gehry, De Meuron and Herzog intrigues the audience with its rusty corrugated and mesh triangular components which float above and pave the way for the unraveling of the characters once we see through their superficial gloss.

Cyborg finance, the new cy fi using algorithmic or blackbox trading : essentially systems used by investment banks and pension funds, devoid of human control creates opportunities for malicious acts of cyber terrorism. The accidental glitch in these algorithms which caused the all too real 2010 flash crash or more commonly termed trillion dollar crash is a source of theatrical exploration for Leddy. So is Ronald Wright’s term, ‘progress trap’ and his recent rephrasing of of Marx, ‘each time history repeats itself the price goes up.’ Couple this with Leddy’s interest in philosophers such as Edmunde Burke and his love of the Romantic poets’ notion of the ‘sublime’ and you have a sense of what to expect from this prolific playwright.

Leddy’s characters are named from the passenger list of the Mary Celeste : Sarah Cobb(Claire Dargo) Ben Spooner- actually a bible bashing part owner of the Mary Celeste (Robin Laing), Sophia Briggs (Selina Boyack) and Arian Martins (Lesley Hart) have all paid through the nose for a ticket in the Calliban suite on a ship that reaches a very different destination than the one they thought they were paying for.

If you like puzzles, light farce with deep undercurrents of obsessional neurotic behaviour, ‘isn’t human psychology fascinating?’ then this one is a goer! Sounds are both terrifying with the pumped up volume of a ‘ringing hull of an empty super tanker’ and sublime, ‘Arvo Part’s delicate choral music and Appalachian a cappella gospel.’

There are references to Satre’s No Way Out,Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick, and Shakespeare’s The Tempest – but International Waters plot isn’t a retelling of any of them, just an additional layer of entertainment if you recognise these as they appear. David explains, “It’s something I come back to again and again … For me it goes back to Julia Kristeva’s original description of what intertext does, which is that it increases the level of resonance in the text because it’s not just the text itself, it’s the other texts that it’s referring to, so you’re borrowing a little bit of their emotional power. I like the fact that if you recognise the reference then that little emotional jolt is added, and if you don’t it should still work. That’s the challenge – creating something where if somebody understood absolutely none of the quotations it would still make sense.”

My head sure was messed with! Money, murder, bribery, corruption, seduction, wealth inequality, greed, narcissism,hijacking, drug addiction and misplaced naivety, the refugee crises, new utopias, racial tension and fear. Just some of the themes ricocheting around the Calliban suite with a Life of Pi overtone and a lot of bodily fluids… all executed by an uproarious cast who make us laugh at the most evilest 21st century capitalist avarice.

Reviewer : Clare Crines

The Wee Red Bar

Edinburgh

March 21-24th

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The Fringe is coming. Its just over 4 months until the behemoth comes stalking Edinburgh’s streets, by which time one hopes every production has been refined to perfection. Clearly ahead of the game are Edinburgh University’s Gin & Tonic Productions, who are just about to  embark on their first European Tour with their ‘brand new Shakespearean tragi-comedy; BOB – the play that Shakespeare would have written, could have written but never got round to writing.’ Highbrow theatre, definitely not, but a damn good, unpretentious laugh – aye, BOB certainly is that.

Set in Finland & concerning the shenanagins that go on in its corridors of power, Lord Bob is played by the charismatic Rufus McGrath, partnered so cheerfully & adroitly by flame-haired Esmee Cook. With them Ben Horner’s Siegfried is shoutily entertaining alongside his brilliantly droll wife, Sian Davies. Bubbly American Nathaniel Brimmer-Beller is charming as newsman Bill Anchor while George Prove plays a variety of parts, including his wonderful turn as a gay secretary & the scandalously-funnily named ‘Epiphany Wellington Smythe.’ In fact, the entire cast multi-part with seamless electricity, romping through their jaunty journey with a handclappy vivada vis animi.

Bob (the tragic hero time forgot), is a vehicle for G&T’s talented troupe, a sketch show-cum-panto that made me guffaw on a number of occasions. A work in progress it may be, but if these six winged cherubs refine their act they could well be one of the smash-hits of the Fringe. It is theatrical art-nouveau at its finest, a combination of the Scandinavian Saga & the British pantomime, & it works. Any longer than an hour & perhaps it wouldn’t have, but the relentless energy of this daft-yet-classic-tale, complete with its entertaining leibmotifs such as the FUN broadcasts (Finnish Understandable News) & the rhuma-rhumba jams, is a joy to watch. For me, however, the highlight of BOB was its stagecraft – the way the play was brought to life through prop-combos, light-trickery & deft soundtracking was quite stunning.

Reviewer : Damo Bullen

A Play A Pie And A Pint

Oran Mor

Glasgow

21st-26th March

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Prom, written by Oliver Emanuel and directed by Gareth Nicholls takes us back in time from the future to the class of 2016’s eventful and dramatic Prom Night. Four nameless characters, two male, two female, reminisce about what led up to that fateful night, which has obviously had an enduring effect on their lives.

Ably acted, with some good original songs and dance thrown in, Ryan Fletcher, Helen McKay, Martin McBride and Nicola Roy initially fire some good comic lines back and forth, with a near- capacity audience appreciating the humour as preparations for the big end of term event get under way.

It becomes apparent that the quartet are obsessed by another (nameless) male classmate in their year who is physical perfection personified and intelligent to boot, but keeps himself a little aloof. They all want to be his friend but are at the same time jealous of his challenge to their superiority as the “super cool” senior pupils at the school.

The night of the prom arrives and the foursome play a nasty trick on their classmate after he dares to sit at another table with his 4th year prom date. Mayhem ensues with life-changing consequences for all involved including the school goat(!) John Wayne. The play finishes back in the real-time future at a 2016 class reunion.

This play touched on the pain of growing up, envy and deceit but the storyline seemed a trifle forced, slightly repetitive and at times rather far-fetched. A bit of judicial editing would have resulted in a far more satisfying piece.

Reviewer : Dave Ivens

Royal Conservatoire Scotland

Glasgow

 15^th March – 18^th March

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A good sized stage and various accoutrements such as hanging frames, a desk, a comfy chair and more. Lights dimmed and an actor stood at the stage right. Eerie music was coupled with very little light which set the scene. Lighting designer Simon Hayes helped to create a grey serious place for the play to commence.

Hamlet (Samantha McLaughlin) was dressed in 19th century clothing as were all the costumes. Hamlet’s official status as lord and prince was highlighted when two soldiers in period uniform recalled a ghastly scene with him about war.

Music and light were used to create minute changes with subtle chiaroscuro reflecting the mood. Lofty, American accented Polonius, (Chris Ginesi) had great stage presence throughout. Such a pivotal character managed to convey solitude as he set about his various duties. His touching relationship with Hamlet provided the milk of human kindness that was much needed amidst such treachery. Victorian military and royal costumes replaced the much worn out tights of Shakespeare’s era

Every detail was carefully crafted by the creative team; Gertrude’s character, the Queen of Denmark (Lisa VillaMil) was larger than life in her fluid red dress. King Claudius’s care and consideration for her was evidenced in his choice of vessel silverware when pouring her a drink. Hamlet draws us into his emotions and then kicks us back out.

Scenes flew by without unnecessary costumes changes. Drawn in by poetry and philosophy, dialogue switched from public speaking to intimate and damning conversation. Bright colour touches on the actors costumes enhanced the visual atmosphere amid a plethora of grey and white. Ophelia’s immaculate white dress struck a chord complimenting the luxuriant red dress of Gertrude.

Through many speeches the plot revealed some great scenes of theosophical outcries from Hamlet as he mourns his father’s premature passing. Delving into scenes of his solitude and darkness that Hamlet saw clearly sharpened his wit and brought irony to his sense of humor. Hamlet’s conversations in the play helped him work through his grief addressing both actor and audience. He becomes more surer of the course he must take to appease himself of the death of his father Claudius.

Hamlet’s anger and determination is a clear theme for director by Gordon Barr’s who takes the story of Hamlet more and more into his own hands in a steady development. Ophelia and Hamlets clarifying conversation on the impossibility of their love is a prequel to leading to her tragic demise. This and Hamlets prophetic nightmares send Hamlet over the edge.

Fight director Marc Silberschatz turned this old story into a Tarantinoesque contemporary drama. I’m glad I saw this exciting play.

Reviewer: Daniel Donnelly

Oran Mor

Glasgow

Play, Pie, Pint

14-18 March

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This a strange play. Disconnected, waffling – it is as if we are led in bed with our three actors after they had drank far too much caffeine after ten o clock. They cant get to sleep & they are just thinking aloud – thinking & speaking aloud. None of this is in harmony, however, until the end that is, when finally the three separate soliloqueal strands fuse together in a sweary & shouty finale. Is this the Howl, one asks, or it more the voice crying into the hurricane, when Ginsbergdeclaimed, ‘I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.’

Billy’s main theme is the chaos that ensues after an adult makes the wrong step in the minefield that is kindergarten playground. In this case, Alice’s mum notices Billy eating & Cheeto — & the rest is history (or for me rather, it should have been left in the historical records.) I wasn’t convinced by this piece at all, although the hour was definitely saved by the spirited acting of Hoary Lyon (admin lady), Rosalind Sydney (Alice’s mum) & the big-boned & bubbly Anthony Strachan (Billy’s dad). Perhaps that is down to translation, not perhaps of the language so much, but more the format conjured by French playwright, Fabien Cloutier.

Before I entered the Oran Mor was in a pretty good mood, but left having something of a personal existential crisis. Perhaps that was the point, I’m not sure, or maybe I am….

Reviewer : Damo Bullen

Citizens Theatre

Glasgow

£12.50-£25

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A dramatic cacophony of bricks designed by 59 productions sets the stage… a dark sinister atmosphere, smoke swirling in the low artificial lighting. A drummer/ ghost brother on the far side.

We are at the brick pit where the protagonist Jack Carter (Kevin Wathen) had spent his childhood playing hide and seek with his now murdered brother Frank (Martin Douglas) and Frank’s childhood shotgun. So now he is back from swinging sixties London and seeking retribution.

This gritty production uses the same recording techniques as would have been used by Roy Budd who famously composed Get Carter’s soundtrack at the age of 23. This new arrangement of songs by iconic sixties Tyneside band The Animals was a collaboration between vocalist Nadine Shah, Ben Hillier and sound designer James Frewer. James explains, ‘Having a live drummer on stage drives the action; it’s very much the mechanics of the piece….as well as dark rhythmic progressions.’

The plot differs in many respects from the 1971 Michael Cain movie. Torben Betts was given ‘freedom’ to interpret Ted Lewis’ book Jack’s Return Home which Get Carter is based on.

Jack attends Frank’s funeral and meets Doreen, (Amy Cameron- Coronation Street,Casualty) his niece; he later implies that Doreen might actually be his daughter.

Victoria Elliott (Holby City,Truckers) puts in the best performance in her double role as Margaret (Frank’s evasive mistress) and buxom Glenda. Jack accuses Glenda of working for crime boss Cyril Kinnear (Michael Hodgson- The One and Only ) and Kinnear’s rival dodgy amusement arcade machine entrepreneur Cliff Brumby (Donald McBride – George Gently,Vera).

Jack encounters old gangster associate, Eric Paice (Benjamin Cawley- Shetland, Dr.Who, Doctors), who refuses to tell who is employing him as a chauffeur but Jack soon discovers he works for crime boss Cyril Kinnear. Confronting Kinnear who is playing poker seems like a dead end but he meets Glenda there. On a phone call to his boss Gerald Fletcher(Ed Gaughan)  Jack is warned against damaging relations between Kinnear and the Fletchers. Back in town, Doreen gives Jack a train ticket to leave …

Enquiring who gave this to Doreen he is given the name “Brumby”. At 2.30 the following morning Jack discovers Brumby knows nothing about him and, believing he has been set up, leaves Brumby’s home. Later, with Glenda in the brick pit, Brumby identifies Kinnear as being behind Frank’s death and accuses Kinnear of trying to take over his business. He offers Jack £5,000 to kill the crime boss, which he flatly refuses and then pushes Brumby off the edge to his death. Next Jack is shown the porn movie of his niece Doreen with Albert and Glenda but Jack doesn’t knife Albert Swift in Betts version of Get Carter, he gets Margaret to suffocate him with a cushion before killing her in a shadow murder almost out of view at the very edge of the stage.The lighting designer Kristina Hjelm superbly sets the eerie atmosphere in the run up and eventual demise of Jack Carter. Eric survives his attempted murder, perhaps because he has a misses and a 6 month old baby? And so does Glenda.

A very different take to the classic movie. This adaptation portrays a less ruthless version of Jack who is shown to be a more caring villain with a murmur of a conscience whom, according to artistic director Lorne Campbell, ‘ is a sick man within a sick landscape.’

  Reviewer : Clare Crines

Oran Mor

Glasgow

7-11 March

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Recent IASH/Traverse Theatre Creative Fellow Clare Duffy is a playwright exploring dark themes. What if you have a stroke to discover you are in a vegetative state unable to communicate but fully aware of whats going on around you. Meet Ian (Martin McCormick) and his wife Cath (Kirsten Murray) who are having to learn how to live together apart. The set communicates expertly the prison of Ian’s body and he is confined to his vertical coffin like structure throughout most of the play. Innovative and surreal, especially the way Ian’s body is described through inanimate objects cluttering his bed and his wife’s mind.

Despite their desperate circumstances, Duffy still injects humour into her play .

As Cath sets about washing Ian, he is concentrating hard to transport himself to China through his minds eye to see extinct volcanoes and a mirroring sea : he tries to smell the tea and not feel like the car being routinely washed. Cath was jealous of Ian’s relationship with his car believing he, ‘spent more time rubbing her down than you did me.’

Frustration to learn new ways of communication are explored in depth and with comic insight.

Ian’s locked in syndrome isn’t getting better and eventually their child grows up and has her own child. Cath has an affair and considers murder , ‘… death by chocolate ’ because after all, ‘how many ways can you kill your husband and not get caught? ’ The sensory experiences the audience are privy to are plentiful, from eerie screeching interference that best describes the torture going on in Ian’s head to the melancholic sounds of sea gulls in the distance and waves lapping the shore.

Ian’s launching off from his bed in the research centre in Houston where he’d like to, ‘ become a light particle ’ because he’s a ‘..post human space man…connecting to my space body.’ Will he keep going never to return? You will have to go to find out!

Reviewer : Clare Crines

Pleasance Theatre

Edinburgh

March 1-5

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Next month sees the 400th anniversary of the Bard’s ending-day. Perhaps he knew his fame would outlive him – but probably not how far the scope & expanse of his genius would penetrate. It is a staple of all the worlds’ studies; his language, human expositions & dramatic dialogue should stand forever as both a teacher & a delight to us all. In this commemorative year, then, the Edinburgh University Shakespeare Company has tackled King Lear, a murderous tragedy that wades in blood & guts only second behind the visceral early-crowd pleaser, Titus Andronicus. Touching on themes of family division & the onset of age with its wafting senilty, King Lear is a true classic, whose darkling & depressive mood plunges a sword-point into dankest depths of all our psyches.

In the hands of the EUSC we are presented with a set straight out of Superman II (1980), with the ladies bedecked in evening wear; including rather pointy stilettos. At their heart is Will Fairhead’s grey-haired King Lear, who commands the stage with an increasing cantankerous acerbation. His touching descent into madness wins over one’s suspension of disbelief completely, especially when accompanied by a reddening face after a particularly loud outburst. Of Lear’s daughters, I found Agnes Kenig’s Regan very fluent, very believable, but the Mumble’s main praise must be bestowed upon Olivier Huband. He played Edmund to perfection, his stately soliloquies doing Shakespeare proud, while you actually could feel the electricity as he flirted with Goneril & Regan.

Olivier Huband’s Edmund

So did it work? I would say yes, it did. The cast comblended well together to deliver so complex a psychological montage, & did so bristling with energy. I wasn’t so sure about the accompanying sound-effects; a Dantean soundscape with a deep pulse that got louder as we descended into the mental hells of our protagonists. Perhaps it was meant to get us all nervous, but I just found it a bit annoying. Action-wise, while there was a seamless transition between scenes, the dialogue was at times a little rushed, especially in the mouth of Pedro Leandro’s fool. Saying that, the laddie was engaging all the same, a tantalisingly brilliant breath of fresh air in such gloomy play, composed as it was just after the demise of a more frivolous Elizabethan Age (1606). There really were some great moments of well-played theatre – the death scenes in particular were charged with high drama – while the soul-tortured monologues definitely demanded our attention. I did think at times the production was a little too shouty – Shakespeare’s words are essentially wooden, & it is up to the individual actors & actresses to bring them to life – but perhaps not quite so vividly… a cheeky subtlety here, an un-noticed nuancity there, plus a tension-pricked pause from time to time & this play could have been even better.

Reviewer : Damo Bullen

A Play A Pie And A Pint

Oran Mor, Glasgow

Feb29th-March 5th

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In this two-handed play written by Michael-Alan Read and directed by Gethin Edwards, we are introduced to the lives of Charles Laughton and Elsa Lanchester, one of the original odd couples of stage and screen from the 1920’s to the 1960’s. Elsa is played by Irish actress Abigail McGibbon and the talented but troubled Charles Laughton by Steven McNicoll, whose face may be familiar from the TV series Bob Servant Independent.

Mainly seen from Elsa’s point of view in a series of flashbacks the strange story unfolds of how two very contrasting characters came together and of their enduring marriage, which only ended with Laughton’s death from cancer in 1962. Elsa Lanchester, the attractive daughter of somewhat bohemian parents was making her way as a burlesque dancer and actress when she met Scarborough hotelier’s son Charles Laughton in a stage play. She lead a racy life as a society girl (she had an abortion at this time) and Laughton was in his own words “rubber faced and fat.” They married two years later in 1929.

They both went on to have careers on stage and screen with Charles Laughton becoming a major Hollywood Star. Elsa Lanchester is probably best remembered for her part as the bride of Frankenstein in the film of the same name while Laughton had leading roles in Mutiny Of The Bounty, The Hunchback Of Notre Dame and many others. He also directed the original version of Night Of The Hunter, which has become regarded as one of the great Hollywood films of the 50’s. Even though Lanchester knew fairly early on in their marriage that Laughton was bisexual and that he admitted to bringing young men back to their home for sex she never left him and her obvious and undying love for him was at the heart of the play.

Although very well acted the piece did come across a bit as a potted history and it was left unclear as to whether Laughton had real feelings for his wife or the marriage was a cover for his homosexuality, which was illegal at the time. All in all though, a poignant play, which concluded with Lanchester quoting one of his sayings, “there is no time.”

Reviewer : David Ivens

PPP

Oran Mor, Glasgow

 22 – 27 February

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George Docherty has added playwright to his repertoire of talents. Twenty years of acting has lead him to write what he would normally act. No bad thing. His cast comprising Sarah Carmichael ( Helen Logan), her husband Rev. Martin Carmichael ( Alan Steele) and the stranger in need of help Stephen ( Ewan Petrie) – who turns up at their door soaking in his tea shirt and jeans with head injury and no recollection of how it happened – are all excellent and very believable characters. Sarah is struggling, suffering from M.E. when she used to be the life and soul of the party and her preacher partner is struggling with hardened arteries to keep her amused; ‘What do you want…what would make you happy?’ The question of life eh? He thinks it might be fancy dresses, bigger house, but ultimately she wants to be noticed, touched and loved.

Docherty has illustrated through his plot and actors a very simple message – is the slog worth it when we want to realise our dreams?  No-one knows what is waiting round the corner in this crazy messed up world but who you will find yourself identifying with? Will it be the self trapped wife, struck down with the debilitating condition of myalgic encephalomyelitisor, or are you more of the helper, carer kind willing to assist because you love the yuppie and know that she will probably marry you for your efforts?

This disgruntled married couple face a storm in a storm. An angel in a teacup? Or a devil in disguise? After a dram the stranger Stephen gets poetic preaching to the converted Reverend and his mid life crises wife, ‘Your only significance is your insignificance.’ Is this, as Rev. Martin believe , his murder about to happen? Sarah, in sarcastic retort, enhances her husbands suspicions that Stephen’s a ‘hit man, it’s a great big game of cluedo. Killed in a manse with a walking stick? Too far fetched?’ Maybe, but there are some witty one liners that will strike a chord, even if its not the angelic kind.

Reviewer: Clare Crines