Filed under: Arts, creativity, theatre | Tags: Afghanistan, alex salmond, David Grieg, Dunsinae, Edinbugh, iraq, Jonny Phillips, macbeth, margaret thatcher, national theatre of Scotland, politics, Roxana Silbert, RSC, scottish war, shakespeare, Siobhan Redmond, the guldf War, the gulf war, The Lyceum, The Royal Lyceum, the snp, tony blair, war
The Godfather Two showed that sequels can better their original by walking the same path but more deftly, building on its foundations with style, wit and great, great writing.
Dunsinane, is technically a sequel but could hardly be described as usurping its predecessor (Macbeth) as David Grieg neatly finds a way of avoiding the direct comparison by writing it in something approaching the modern vernacular.
And so, Macbeth is merely a plot device to set up a thoroughly modern parable on the pursuit of power and the appetite that man (and woman because Lady Macbeth, Gruach, is the hub of all the conflict in this extraordinary play) has for eternal conflict.
“Peace is not the normal state, peace is like the days when the sea is flat calm, the prevailing condition is war.” says King Malcolm (I think, and I paraphrase) to the English commander, and star of the show, Siward played monumentally by Jonny Phillips. And that’s what lies at the heart of this electrifying production; the fact that war is pretty much the need state of those in power, because war makes things happen. And I don’t mean war results in reshaping of civilisation, no, war turns the wheels of industry and is the dynamo for political momentum. The second world war was what got the world’s major economies booming after all. The Gulf War revitalised America’s sluggish economy.
Thatcher knew that when she blasted Argie to kingdom come.
Blair thought he did when he catapulted the UK into the single most futile decade of power-mongering.
However, where Thatcher sensed the mood of the nation and used the Falklands to reignite her popularity Blair just stuck his big bloody size tens in and created an absolute shambles around him. It’s Blair’s approach that drives the narrative of this play because the Post Macbethian 12th Century Scotland is a photofit of the conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Whilst the English may have assumed that Lady Macbeth (Gruach) left this mortal coil alongside her beloved husband, we soon find out that as the saying goes “to assume is to make an ass out of u and me.” Oh no, Gruach is very much alive and well and, as Queen, she believes her offspring are heir to the throne and by God she’s gonna do her damnedest to give them the chance to take their rightful place – even if that means sleeping with the enemy.
And so, Gruach (a mesmerising, flame haired Siobhan Redmond) emerges as the key political figure in this drama; she calls all the shots and she delivers them in an often tense and powerful dialogue between herself and Siward. Always on the front foot, driving the poor man crazy with both lust and frustration.
Meanwhile, the King of Scotland, Malcolm quietly (weakly?) surveys the scene with an air of weariness and a large degree of slightly camp cynicism, increasingly frustrated by Siward’s inability to strategically manage the conflict. His performance (by Brian Ferguson) is initially hysterically funny but gradually turns colder and more focused as the drama unfolds.
Both the directing (by Roxana Silbert) and the writing by David Grieg are breathtaking. Grieg doesn’t write a script so much as a wholesale political essay on the state of the nation that leaves you almost gasping at its vision and insight. Remember this play was written 18 months before Salmond swept to power in such a way that the state of the Union has never been more open to question in modern times. Surely conflict is a potential outcome.
And it’s the sheer range of this play that impressed me most. Starting out, frankly, like a Monty Python comedy (it really did stir up memories of Life of Brian) it moves gradually through a series of episodes to darker territory. Barely a minute passed in Act One without a chuckle, and often a belly laugh. Act Two starts as it left off, but only for moments before the real meat of the problem is tackled to almost preternatural effect.
Honestly this play reaches right inside of you. It moves along like a runaway Express, charged as it goes by a brilliant folk rock trio that inject pace and punctuation that is echoed by a duet of Gaelic singing lassies. And whilst the ending stutters just a little it’s a lean back moment as the curtain closes and one is transported back into the real world.
Or was what we were watching the real world?
This is Champions League stuff.
I’ve seen several immense performances on the Lyceum stage this year; Stanley Townsend, Peter Forbes and Frances Thorburn in particular, and there have been a number of incredible ensemble casts ; Age of Arousal and Earnest spring to mind.
But this has both.
And this has three, maybe four or five stellar performances; Siobhan Redmond of course, and Jonny Phillips, but so too Tom Gill as the boy soldier, Brian Ferguson as Malcolm and Alex Mann as the hilarious Egham.
Mark my words. They will be talking about this show in hushed tones many years from now.
Filed under: creativity, humour, theatre | Tags: Afghanistan, bassett, cairn energy, Christie O'Carroll, futility, james graham, lyceum, Lyceum Youth, lyceum youth theatre, scribbles, Traverse, war, wooten bassett, Youth theatre
This is Christie O’Carroll’s first, and stunningly, directed show for Lyceum youth and it is blessed with not only a cracking script by James Graham but also a gifted cast; in particular the quite mesmerising performance of Aaron Jones as the central and most troubled teen, Leo.
He’s not alone in deserving acting plaudits. For a start it’s an excellent ensemble show and cleverly written to give all 14 young actors their moments to shine. But inevitably there are stand outs. For me they were the aforementioned Aaron Jones who, although slight of build, puts in a gargantuan performance. In a smallish but rocket fuelled cameo (it’s much more than that really, but her spell in the limelight is a true short sharp shock) is Lucia D’Inverno as Lucy and throughout the laughs are provided by Hannah Joe Mackinlay as Zoe and on slightly more cerebral level by Tom Palmer as a quietly understated Amid.
The play delivers 40 minutes of changing mood and pace and centres on a school classroom in Wooton Bassett the day that a local hero is repatriated from Afghanistan in a wooden box. The dead ‘hero’ is Charlie an ex pupil and idol (in different ways) to many of the classmates. His death and the resulting ritual parade through Wooton Bassett are an incendiary device to the class who are inexplicably locked into their classroom by a particularly inept supply teacher just as the parade is about to happen. This enrages Leo who gradually winds up his classmates as he himself becomes convulsed by the situation.
This ignites a classroom discussion which covers just about every subject a class of fifth formers would typically cover in their social life; sex, politics, slagging each other off, sex, toilet humour, being gay or not, sex, x box versus PS3, sex and swearing. Oh, and sex.
It’s laugh out loud hilarious at times but gradually darkens as the mood swings from resentment at being excluded from the parade to bitter political ideological debate about the futility of war, nationalism (racism really), sexuality and religious belief.
It’s a tremendous script. It’s expertly directed and it leaves the audience really quite shell shocked. Although I have not yet seen Black Watch live I suspect it has that sort of visceral impact.
I strongly recommend that you see this.
The supporting performance consists of two one act dramas written by young writers on the Traverse’s Scribble initiative. Tonight I saw “Is this it?” ( a thought provoking and very mature piece by Kiera McIntosh-Michaelis & Alex Porter-Smith) and Bang by Kelly Sinclair, a highly amusing insight into life in a detention class. These pieces rotate on a performance by performance basis with four other, presumably very short, scripts. Each are acted (with scripts) by members of Lyceum Youth and both were very enjoyable.
Filed under: Arts, music | Tags: anti war songs, let england shake, pj harvey, the futility of war, war
PJ Harvey used to be so strident that you had to take valium before slipping one of her discs on. She was hard work. But as she’s matured her work has become much less strident. That’s not a bad thing and her latest offering, Let England Shake, is no less challenging than in her stridency days. It’s a sort of concept album, certainly it’s all about war and it’s stunning. Beautifully written and produced it shows off Polly at her most innocent almost, questioning and challellenging the point of it all with a beauty and charm that is totally affecting and engaging.
A must buy and early contender for album of the year in a field that has yet to really emerge so far.
Look at this crazy performance of the title song. I mean Jesus wept, when did you last see a “rock star” do a solo performance with a zither!
And this, this video leaves you stunned.
Filed under: Arts, movies, politics | Tags: adrenalin, adrenalin of war, iraq, Kathryn bigelow, oscars, the hurt locker, war
noun. A figurative place where someone is said to be or will be, if they are getting or expect to be getting hurt or beaten.
You may not agree with the politics behind the invasion of Iraq (I certainly didn’t support its invasion and will, forever, despise Tony Bliar [sic] for his misleading of the parliament) but whatever your stance one must surely support the troops that operate there.
This film takes a rather too pro-American stance in that it positions most Iraquis as “the enemy” in a fairy broadbrush way. But that is about its only flaw, and if you can overlook that we are talking epic war movies here.
The film draws you in from the get go as we follow the episodic adventures of a team of bomb disposal experts filmed (documentary style) on the streets of an unnamed Iraqui city.
The insurgents will go to any extremes (hence why they’re known as extremists I guess) to ply their dirty trade, most gut-wrenchingly by creating a human bomb out of a murdered 10 year old boy (maybe it should have been called a cadaver bomb).
It’s pretty much a three man performance but the acting plaudits go principally to Jeremy Renner, a died in the wool adrenalin freak, and his more considered colleague, played by Anthony Mackie. I am not familiar with either of their work previously but both deliver measured and moving performances.
The central axis of the film is around Renner’s character SSgt William James who has defused over 800 bombs and approaches the task with a bravado that terrifies his more conservative collegues. (In fact the movie’s opening line essentially captures his ethos; “The rush of battle is often a potent and lethal addiction, for war is a drug.” )But he always gets the job done in the most difficult situations. He’s positioned as a cold and callous redneck but, as often in these movies, the cracks begin to show and an entirely more human soldier emerges which revolves around his relationshp with a cheeky young Iraqui market trader (perhaps the only sympathetic Iraqui character in the movie). This ends with a delicious twist that I’ll not spoil here.
There is no question that Bigelow deserves her place at the top table come Oscar time and might even win. It would be amusing to see her put one over on ex-husband James Cameron who is propbably also in the running for Avatar.
This is a grown up movie with a really powerful hit. It powerfully captures the emotion of war and sense of place that few war movies do (Thin Red Line by Terence Malik being an exception as well as the excellent made for TV movie, Occupation, made earlier this year with James Nesbitt; and also set in Iraq).
A big fat 9 out of 10 from me.
Filed under: books, politics, stories | Tags: Antony Beevor, Battles of Normandy, D Day, DE gaual, historic novel, History writing, Hitler, Kluge, Montgomery, Patton, stalingrad, war, WWI
It took longer for me to read this than it took the Allies to take Paris. That’s because it is an intense and extremely detailed account of the D-Day landings, the Normandy battles and the march to Paris. It covers the action from four sides; the British under Monty (portrayed as a fool throughout by Beevor – he clearly has a thing against Monty), the Americans under Patton (The top dog in Beevor’s eyes), the Germans under Hitler and Kluge and the French under De Gaul.
Actually, the D Day section is no more than quarter of the book. The vast majority is dedicated to the battles in Normandy, and focusses heavily on the ultimate victory when the allies trapped the Germans in the Falaise Pocket. His description of the feelings of the Allies landing on the beaches of Normandy are so vivid and visceral that it makes you flinch.
If you don’t like extreme detail this book will not be for you, but if you can deal with the unceasing map reading and referencing, and if understand your east from your west and your left flank from your right you may well love this. The language is real and hugely engaging. But the thing that really grips one in reading this account is the huge degree of human suffering, unneccessary death and the sheer scale of retribution, rape, murder and looting that went on on all sides.
The French play a big part in this book as both heroes (it would not have happened without The French Resistance) and villians (there was an incredible amount of both forced and willing prostitution going on all over France).
For me the single most engrossing aspect of the whole thing is Beevor’s description of The Bocage. Thousands of tiny Normandy fields with huge hedgerow surrounding them that had to be taken on a field by field basis with German booby traps and dug in Panzers everywhere. To say progress was slow and dangerous would be the understatement of the century.
Beevor’s skill is to turn the delivery of historic fact into a form of prose that grips one from start to finish. He truly is a unique talent. Stalingrad is equally compelling and I would not hesitate to recommend either of them.
Filed under: Arts, life, politics, Rants, stories, tv | Tags: Bafta, BAFTA alert, basra, BBC Drama, British Drama, futility of war, gulf war, James Nesbitt, occupation, Peter Bowker, the army, the BBC, war, war in iraq
The BBC has pulled an ace from the pack with this brilliantly written, filmed and acted three-parter starring James Nesbitt (how good an actor is he becoming?) Warren Brown and Stephen Graham. If you’ve not seen it watch again on the BBC iPlayer because it’s a class act. Set in Basra (and back in rainy old Engerland) it charts the stories of three Yorkshire squaddies who each react very differently to their experiences in Iraq.
It’s heavily political, and critically so, not just of the “allies” but of the new regime that the US and UK groomed to create total havoc in Saddam Hussein’s wake.
“Do you still think it was the right thing to do?” asks Graham of Nesbitt.
“I don’t know.” replies Nesbitt, the man who started out as loyal as they come.
Yes. Me neither.
What a bloody mess.
Filed under: humour, jokes, life, politics, stories | Tags: arabs, coke, gulf war, usa, war
Two radical Arab terrorists boarded a flight out of London One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat. Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat.
After takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, ‘I need to get up and get a Coke.’
‘Don’t get up,’ said the Marine, ‘I’m in the aisle seat, I’ll get it for you.’
As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marine’s shoe and spat in it. When the Marine returned with the Coke, the other Arab said, ‘That looks good, I’d really like one, too.’
Again, the Marine obligingly went to fetch it. While he was gone, the other Arab picked up the Marine’s other shoe and spat in it. When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight.
As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.
He leaned over and asked his Arab neighbours…
‘Why does it have to be this way?
How long must this go on?
This fighting between our nations?
This spitting in shoes and pissing in Cokes?’
Filed under: Arts, photography, politics, stories | Tags: carol ann duffy, death, photo, photography, photojopurnalism, poetry, robert capa, spanish civil war, the barbican, the times, war, war photography
I saw this article in the Times today. It’s a remarkable photo and a remarkable poem. Carol Ann Duffy was asked to select a photograph from The Barbican’s War show of photos by Robert Capa, and write a poem to capture the ‘capture’.
I love the way the poem interprets the photo in paradox. It counterpoints the face value interpretation(s) that one might reach with the harsh reality that this is a man captured at his moment of death.
I like the way that it disses the youth culture of today, a culture that is not encouraged to stop and reflect, merely to observe, glance, half consider, dismiss.
Filed under: advertising, Arts, humour, jokes, life, politics, Rants, us presidential election, videos, Youtube | Tags: ads, America, barrack obama, being black, black america, black americans, bud, budweiser, commercials, credit crunch, culture, depression, economy, iraq, obama, politics, presidential race, true, us election, usa, war, wassup, world recession, zeitgeist
Thanks to Will Atkinson for providing me with this gem.
Not only is this very funny and a genius pastiche but it is a very true take on our current zeitgeist (yeah I know but it’s the right word.)
For those of you who don’t remember the vernacular hogging original it was truly the talk of the water cooler in 2000.
Filed under: life, photography, stories | Tags: bombing, explosions, futility, history, japanese, pearl harbour, pictures, the allies bombing, the bombing of pearl harbour, USvJapan, war, World War 2, WWII
I am grateful to Ralf for sending me an email today containing an old (presumably dead) US Marine’s photos.
They were taken on an old Box Brownie and the camera had been secreted away in a foot locker for half a century, only to be discovered recently.
Regardless of the politics of Pearl Harbour they certainly capture the experience vividly.
Filed under: Arts, life, photography | Tags: august sander, BBC, BBC4, Germanic, germany, history of photography, portraits, Portraiture, war, war photography, World War 2, WWII
BBC4 is running an unbelievably good series on the history of photography called “the Genius of Photography”.
It is unmissable.
And this week one of the featured photographers was new to me (I’m ashamed to say)
Nevertheless he is wonderful and I’d like to share his work with you.
A German called August Sander who shot some of the most stunning portraits of the inter-war years.
Here are just a few.
This man is focussed.
I love the humour in this shot.
I believe this is the seminal Sander shot and I can see why…
And so is this…
I found this and love it…
Filed under: books | Tags: battles, Berlin, Russian army, Second World war, Stalin, stalingrad, war, WWII
I read Antony Beevor’s seminal book, Stalingrad, a few years ago and it’s taken me a while to get round to reading Berlin (the Downfall). But I’m currently 100 pages in and loving it. Am I turning into a second world war bore I wonder? I’m not even over 60 yet either!
Beevor has a neat line in ‘Ronsealesque’ book titles but don’t let that fool you into thinking the content is not engrossing, educational, involving and unputdownable.
Both books are fairly technical and you’ll get pretty acquainted to the maps that he uses to demonstrate the various troop movements and battle strategies that come into play, but both are magnificent.
If anyone’s read his others I’d be interested in your views. In particular I might read his Spanish Civil War book one day.