So this was my second Much
Ado in a week. Hot on the heels of The Pantaloons’ version (my review here), I
saw this production of Much Ado About
Nothing at Shakespeare’s Globe on 15th August 2015.
This was one of the Globe’s touring productions, and it was
noticeably different in style from a normal, non-touring Globe production. In
fact, it was rather like a cross between a Globe-style and a Pantaloons-style
production.
There was a smaller cast than usual for the Globe: just
eight of them. Each actor played at least two roles and at least one
instrument, as well as singing. (So far, much like The Pantaloons). They also
did things like make references to overhead helicopters and throw oranges into
the audience and encourage them to throw them back. (I have seen Globe
productions that have done this kind of thing before, but it’s also the sort of
thing The Pantaloons might do).
...That’s probably enough of the comparisons now.
The cast of this Much
Ado, most likely used to playing in all sorts of different settings, made
the most wonderful use of the Globe space. They drew in, spoke to, and acted
towards every part of the audience – not just front and centre, which some
recent Globe productions have had a tendency to do. And the cast were clearly
exhilarated by the response they received from the sold-out Globe crowd.
Benedick (Christopher Harper) was undoubtedly the star of
the show in this production of Much Ado
About Nothing. His clowning in the gulling scene went down particularly
well, and he was both funny and believable throughout. Beatrice (Emma Pallant)
was also strong.
I like Much Ado About
Nothing as a play. It’s probably up there with Twelfth Night in terms of Shakespeare’s comedies. I suppose it’s
just as well I like it, as I’ve got to know it quite well in the last week or
so.
Both enjoyable versions. Both worth seeing.
Tuesday, 18 August 2015
Friday, 14 August 2015
Much Ado About Nothing - The Pantaloons
It’s always fun seeing a Pantaloons show, but it’s a
particular pleasure when it’s a Shakespeare play.
They performed Much Ado About Nothing at Eastbourne’s Underground Theatre on 11th August 2015. On top of the familiar Pantaloons ingredients of music, ad libbing, and interacting with the audience, Much Ado has the added benefit of being written by Shakespeare, who has been known to write a good play or two.
The cast has such ease with the language: full of life and character; never a struggle to understand; you could hardly discern the join between the original text and the modern asides.
In a cast of just four, there was much doubling (tripling/quadrupling), and this is where the physicality of the cast’s performances came into its own. They didn’t just rely on costume or voice to distinguish one character from another: each character was immediately identifiable simply by how they held themselves and moved. The villainous Don John, Borachio’s mimes, the old man Antonio, and the choreography of the Watch showed this physicality at its best.
Other touches I enjoyed: the Loons boxes; the music, bubbles and birds when Benedick decided he was in love (and the expression on Neil Jennings’ face as Benedick at that point); the ‘post-credits’ moments at the end; the way the cast seamlessly incorporated a broken telescope prop (and trying to fix it) into a scene, without once losing the rhythm of the dialogue or direction of the action.
The Pantaloons are primarily touring Much Ado About Nothing as an outdoor production, and I’d have liked to have seen this outdoors. I can see that certain scenes would work even better out in the open air and with more space than the stage at the Underground Theatre would allow.
Having seen other Pantaloons shows both inside and outside (Pride and Prejudice most recently), it’s interesting what differences the setting makes. Outdoors in Pride and Prejudice, and probably in Much Ado too, a more serious, reflective mood seems to settle as the darkness falls. While still moving in an indoor setting, I can imagine Claudio’s heartbroken song at Hero’s ‘tomb’ is quite spine-tingling outside at nightfall.
But the Underground Theatre, as its name suggests, is underground – and there are definite benefits to being indoors. You know you won’t get rained on, for a start.
Speaking of which, (as I’m hoping it doesn’t rain), I’ll be seeing the Globe’s production of Much Ado About Nothing this weekend. It’ll be interesting to compare and contrast.
The Pantaloons are on tour with Much Ado About Nothing until 23rd August. Full tour dates are on their website: thepantaloons.co.uk
They performed Much Ado About Nothing at Eastbourne’s Underground Theatre on 11th August 2015. On top of the familiar Pantaloons ingredients of music, ad libbing, and interacting with the audience, Much Ado has the added benefit of being written by Shakespeare, who has been known to write a good play or two.
The cast has such ease with the language: full of life and character; never a struggle to understand; you could hardly discern the join between the original text and the modern asides.
In a cast of just four, there was much doubling (tripling/quadrupling), and this is where the physicality of the cast’s performances came into its own. They didn’t just rely on costume or voice to distinguish one character from another: each character was immediately identifiable simply by how they held themselves and moved. The villainous Don John, Borachio’s mimes, the old man Antonio, and the choreography of the Watch showed this physicality at its best.
Other touches I enjoyed: the Loons boxes; the music, bubbles and birds when Benedick decided he was in love (and the expression on Neil Jennings’ face as Benedick at that point); the ‘post-credits’ moments at the end; the way the cast seamlessly incorporated a broken telescope prop (and trying to fix it) into a scene, without once losing the rhythm of the dialogue or direction of the action.
The Pantaloons are primarily touring Much Ado About Nothing as an outdoor production, and I’d have liked to have seen this outdoors. I can see that certain scenes would work even better out in the open air and with more space than the stage at the Underground Theatre would allow.
Having seen other Pantaloons shows both inside and outside (Pride and Prejudice most recently), it’s interesting what differences the setting makes. Outdoors in Pride and Prejudice, and probably in Much Ado too, a more serious, reflective mood seems to settle as the darkness falls. While still moving in an indoor setting, I can imagine Claudio’s heartbroken song at Hero’s ‘tomb’ is quite spine-tingling outside at nightfall.
But the Underground Theatre, as its name suggests, is underground – and there are definite benefits to being indoors. You know you won’t get rained on, for a start.
Speaking of which, (as I’m hoping it doesn’t rain), I’ll be seeing the Globe’s production of Much Ado About Nothing this weekend. It’ll be interesting to compare and contrast.
The Pantaloons are on tour with Much Ado About Nothing until 23rd August. Full tour dates are on their website: thepantaloons.co.uk
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
Bakkhai - Almeida Theatre
Intense would be the word for this, I think.
Bakkhai at the Almeida (8th August 2015): three male actors playing the main roles; a chorus of women speaking and singing in unison; a sparse set; no interval; words and music woven into some sort of spell of intensity.
It wasn’t all intense. There were moments of levity. Take Ben Whishaw’s androgyny contrasting with the sight of Bertie Carvel in drag, for instance, who was evidently playing it for laughs to begin with. Having seen Carvel in the RSC’s Matilda a few years ago, there was a definite hint of Miss Trunchbull lingering here.
I saw the National Theatre of Scotland’s production of The Bacchae (same story, different spelling) in 2007, and from what I remember, it was very different to this. That had a sense of spectacle, violence and exhilaration, while the Almeida’s Bakkhai was much quieter in comparison. More than being about excess, this was about control, in various forms.
Control and intensity and a sense of unease.
Bakkhai at the Almeida (8th August 2015): three male actors playing the main roles; a chorus of women speaking and singing in unison; a sparse set; no interval; words and music woven into some sort of spell of intensity.
It wasn’t all intense. There were moments of levity. Take Ben Whishaw’s androgyny contrasting with the sight of Bertie Carvel in drag, for instance, who was evidently playing it for laughs to begin with. Having seen Carvel in the RSC’s Matilda a few years ago, there was a definite hint of Miss Trunchbull lingering here.
I saw the National Theatre of Scotland’s production of The Bacchae (same story, different spelling) in 2007, and from what I remember, it was very different to this. That had a sense of spectacle, violence and exhilaration, while the Almeida’s Bakkhai was much quieter in comparison. More than being about excess, this was about control, in various forms.
Control and intensity and a sense of unease.
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