Saturday, September 24, 2022

THE CRUCIBLE at the Olivier, National Theatre - Children will listen...

The last time I saw Arthur Miller's THE CRUCIBLE, I was keen to see it again.  12 years later, I have...

I was not too keen when the National's new production was announced as it was directed by Lyndsey Turner who delivered a dreary LIGHT SHINING IN BUCKINGHAMSHIRE a few years ago; I was also dreading what they were going to do with the text - set it in Ukraine or Carnaby Street - the actors holding handheld microphones or texting their lines to each other? 

I need not have worried, Turner delivered a sturdy, in-period production, stripped down to concentrate on Miller's oak-like text, there is hardly any deviation from the grim relentlessness of his narrative.  Apart from the 2010 Regent's Park production I had also only ever seen the play in a 1980 BBC version with a great cast including Eric Porter, Daniel Massey, Denis Quilley and Peter Vaughn - and Nicholas Hytner's 1996 film with Daniel Day Lewis and a chilling Paul Scofield as Danforth.

Arthur Miller wrote it in 1953 as a response to the anti-communist atmosphere that was cloaking America, mainly with the McCarthy trials in the early part of that decade when Miller was himself called to the later House Un-American Activities Commitee where he refused to name names. Mirroring this "scoundrel time" as Lilian Hellman called it, Miller found himself drawn to the 1692 Salem Witch-hunting case when twenty innocent people were executed on the evidence of some of the town's young schoolgirls.

What could be dated polemic, in the hands of Miller, becomes a play which feels as contemporary as the day it was written. Time and again we have seen a situation when what is unreal and unseen is more important that what is real and provable, as long as there is a small group of people whipping up hatred and blame based on a handy believe system, THE CRUCIBLE will be timely - the most obvious recent case being the anti-semitism scam against Jeremy Corbyn and the left-wing Labour members. Miller based his play around the real people in the case with a little dramatic seasoning to give the terrible occurrences a believable basis. 

In the hardline Puritanical community of Salem, as misogynistic as it is pious, the schoolgirls have to think fast when they are caught dancing in the woods at night so their ringleader Abigail Williams declares they were made to commune with the Devil through the spells of a black slave Tituba.

When brutally questioned by her owner and his fellow menfolk Tituba agrees that she was made by the Devil to do his work - as were the people whose names she saw written in The Devil's Book. Soon the girls are caught up in the frenzy of the moment and scream out names of older women and men who they say send their spirits to torment them at night. Abigail seizes her moment for revenge by naming Elizabeth, the wife of farmer John Proctor with whom Abigail had an adulterous liaison when she was their servant but who was thrown out when Elizabeth found out about the affair.

Slowly we watch a small community lose it's collective mind, where to question the madness means that you are a suspect and every moment of possible salvation evaporates as their world spins off into a place where every denial is an obvious admission of guilt and recriminations are fuelled by grudges and petty dislikes.

Es Devlin's bare stone-flagged set with sturdy wooden furniture is very impressive, made even more claustrophobic by walls of pouring, bleak rain obscuring the stage before and during the action. Tim Lutkin's lighting is also kept to the minimum, creating an air of oppression.

The cast are uniformly fine: Australian actor Brendan Cowell makes a sturdy John Proctor, riven with guilt at unwaringly setting the madness in place by rejecting Abigail's advances after the end of their affair although he didn't quite hit the heights at the climax of the play when Proctor realises that, in admitting his guilt, he robs himself of the only thing he can call his own - his name.   

He was well partnered with Eileen Walsh as Elizabeth, a woman whose sense of duty leads her to not only inadvertently condemn her husband in the court's eyes but to make her realise that it had stifled their life together. She perfectly captured a woman whose joy has been lost through childbearing and subsequent illnesses as well as suspicion at her husband's affair.


Nick Fletcher gave us a hissable Reverend Parris who uses the hysteria of the girls to gain a place in the important male power structure of Salem, Zoe Aldrich made Ann Putnam an all too-recognizable figure of provincial snobbery and venal prejudice, Fisayo Akinade was equally effective as Reverand Hale the only authority figure who eventually realises what is really being perpetrated while the doomed forces of good were well played by Tilly Tremaine and Karl Johnson as the tragic real life figures of Rebecca Nurse and Giles Corey.

Erin Doherty was fine as the calculating Abigail Williams, the catalyst for the madness who is always one step ahead of the patriarchy but she was matched by Rachelle Diedericks as Mary Warren; her swift changes from sullen stroppiness to suggesting the loneliness of an orphan in a society ruled by the family to her defiance at facing her co-accusers in court and attempting to clear the name of the Proctors. Her terror was palpable when she in turn is accused by them and her final capitulation was heartbreaking.

Also impressive was Matthew Marsh as Deputy-Governer Danforth. He dominated the trial scene with his flinty determination that the letter of the law be adhered to - even as those letters were being twisted to suit the meaning he gave them: a frightening representation of power which ultimately is what the play is about - the perverting of justice and the truth by those who should be it's custodians.

Although the production had a few timing flaws - I suspect due to it being the first preview - it deserves to be seen.


 

Sunday, September 18, 2022

DVD/150: DUCK SOUP (Leo McCarey, 1933)

I always approach a favourite comedy with trepidation - will it still be funny?  I am happy to report that DUCK SOUP is still one of the great comedies.

The slapstick and gags are non-stop but McCarey hones them for maximum impact, happily no musical solos or love interest slow it down, while underneath lurks subtle satire on the politics of war.

Wealthy widow Mrs Teadale has funded Freedonia's failing government so demands a new leader, namely Rufus T Firefly who accepts so he can marry her for her money!

The Ambassador of neighbouring Sylvania is plotting to invade Freedonia although hindered by his anarchic spies Chicolini and Pinky.

War is declared - Firefly has already paid a month's rent on the battlefield - which culminates with them all in a cottage where he exhorts them with "Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honor, which is probably more than she ever did."


Shelf or charity shop? It's what shelves were made for.  OK confession time: I went to see DUCK SOUP at the late and great Scala Cinema in Tottenham Street as part of a Marx Brothers all-nighter - remember all-nighters? - and during the magnificent 'mirror scene'... well I couldn't help it... Constant Reader, I wet myself laughing.  I am sure The Brothers would take that as the ultimate good review.  There is a rumour that DUCK SOUP was such a box-office flop that it led to the Brothers leaving Paramount; the truth is that the film was the 6th most popular film of 1933 but it did not do as well as their previous film. The Brothers were already at loggerheads with Paramount before the film started and simply did not seek to extend their five-picture deal.  The film also marked another ending as Zeppo quit the team, going on to become a successful actors agent.  But over and above, DUCK SOUP remains not only my favourite Marx Brothers film but one of my favourite films of all time.  With wonderful support from Margaret Dumont as Mrs Teasdale, Louis Calhern as the Sylvanian Ambassador and Edgar Kennedy as Harpo's lemonade-seller nemesis, the Brothers are allowed to concentrate on being the greatest screen comedy team.  My idea of Heaven is to watch the whole sequence leading up to the 'mirror scene': with Harpo and Chico impersonating Groucho - all dressed in long nightshirts and bedcaps, the comedy builds and builds until Groucho and Harpo find themselves on opposite sides of a large doorway, both pretending - with no dialogue - that the other is a reflection.  Surreal and hilarious, it is capped when Chico wanders in too.  They would go on to sign with MGM but it was a poisoned chalice as Irving Thalberg - although a fan of their work - insisted that they bring back the musical solos and a love interest couple; DUCK SOUP was the height of their screen anarchy.



Saturday, September 17, 2022

DVD/150: GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES (Howard Hawks, 1953)

Nearly 70 years old and one of my favourite screen musicals still crackles with great one-liners, eye-popping colour and two iconic performers showing the power of female friendship.

Jane Russell had been a star longer than Marilyn and showed a flair for comedy with Bob Hope in THE PALEFACE films but here she shines as the wise-cracking, practical, protective Dorothy.

This was Marilyn's breakthrough year: after starring in the thriller NIAGARA. she brought her lumious presence to the glorious Lorelei, the archetypal dumb blonde who also is canny enough to know of her seductive power over the poor rich saps.

Showgirls Dorothy and Lorelei sail to Paris unaware that they are followed by a private detective hired by the disapproving father of Lorelei's befuddled fiancée to spy on her onboard behaviour.

Dorothy finds love while Lorelei's belief that "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" leads to trouble!

Shelf or charity shop? Currently strutting and shimmying along the shelf - which reminds me, Hawks admitted he wasn't interested in filming the musical numbers so we can credit them to choreographer Jack Cole and his assistant, the one and only Gwen Verdon. Marilyn and Jane Russell make a wonderfully subversive duo who confound the men around them, including Elliott Reid's dull detective, Charles Coburn's letcherous diamond mine owner and Tommy Noonan as Lorelei's bedfuddled fiancée - the exception is the gravel-voiced 8-year old George Winslow who steals all the scenes he is in.  Loosely based on both the Anita Loos bestseller and the Jule Styne-Leo Robin Broadway musical, Hoagy Carmichael and Harold Adamson added "When Love Goes Wrong" and Jane Russell's solo "Ain't There Anyone Here For Love", possibly one of the campest musical numbers ever filmed.  Of course the stand-out musical number is Marilyn's "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" which of course inspired Madonna's "Material Girl" video.  A special mention must go to Travilla for his classic costumes. What the film illustrates is that what gets lost by the non-ending speculation on her life and death and the Warhol-ish iconography is that Marilyn was a genuinely loveable screen presence and a fine comedienne. 


Monday, August 29, 2022

DVD/150: MADONNA: THE CONFESSIONS TOUR - LIVE FROM LONDON (Jonas Akerlund, 2007)

My favourite Madonna tour is immortalised in this exhilarating, sometimes maddening, tv film, shot over two nights during her 8-night residency at Wembley Arena.

Released with a live cd lifted from the soundtrack, for all Akerlund's editorial faults, it takes me right back to the three nights I saw it and still leaves me in pure Madonna Heaven.

CONFESSIONS was a sensory explosion of colour, music, lights, costumes, choreography and video which Aklund attempts to recapture but several times, mostly at the start, he superimposes so many visuals on top of rapid editing that you simply cannot just enjoy the performance.  As usual, the worst casualties of the frantic cutting is the excellent work of the dancers - they were exciting enough, trying to generate a fake excitement never works.

Divided into four 'acts': Equestrian, Bedouin, Never Mind The Bollocks and Disco, Madonna delivers unforgettable, iconic, non-stop, glorious performances.

Shelf or charity shop?  Are you INSANE?  Despite Aklund's visual schizophrenia, what a way to relive the glorious CONFESSIONS tour.  Iconic performances of GET TOGETHER, LIKE A VIRGIN, LIVE TO TELL, LIKE IT OR NOT, RAY OF LIGHT, LET IT WILL BE, MUSIC INFERNO, EROTICA, LA ISLA BONITA, LUCKY STAR and HUNG UP light up the set-list but there is not a dud among them and the show is augmented by Stuart Price's great music arrangements and the non-stop dancers including the marvellous Daniel 'Cloud' Campos (aka Skater Boy).  One of the most exciting shows reliveable whenever I want...