Filed under: Arts, creativity, theatre | Tags: James Corden, National Theatre, one guy two guvnors
I’ve seen both National Theatres this week.
The National Theatre of Scotland on Wednesday; which put on a very thought provoking, intellectual production (27) in conjunction with The Lyceum – it was very good… striking, poignant and absorbing (although the lady behind me in the queue for returns at The Kings and Joyce McMillan both took a different point of view) – and The National who have laudably taken their Lytellton Theatre spring hit out to the provinces.
The expectation has been bit of a tsunami here in Scotland with review after review proclaiming the genius of this show.
Miraculously, I never even realised it was playing in Edinburgh until Thursday but persuaded Jeana that it was worth a punt to stand in the returns queue for the matinee.
We struck gold. Central seats in the stalls six rows from the front.
And, oh my god, what treasure we found.
I’ll deal with the one bad bit first…The second act has so many plot details to resolve that it slightly runs out of steam and nearly got in the way of Corden and Co’s standing ovation.
But it didn’t!
Now for the manna.
This is outrageously good entertainment. Completely and utterly unpretentious theatre for the masses. I tell you, if you scooped up 1,500 randoms from Princes St, Leith Walk, anywhere in Edinburgh and dumped them in the Kings and said ” Right, fuck what you think of theatre and its lovey dovey connotations and just watch this” they too would be on their feet at the end like me.
This is cultural gold.
It’s like the best bits of every pantomime you ever saw. The central scene in which Corden waits a meal for his two masters in The Cricketers Arms restaurant area is so slapstick, so outrageous, so brilliant that I think a little bit of wee wee escaped from me.
In the first act James Corden performs gladiatirially.
It’s immense. It’s unforgettable. It’s uncompromising and yet, and yet, he has a supporting cast of 16 around him that he cannot overshadow, so great is their contribution to this brilliant, brilliant piece of unaffected entertainment.
I could go on and on and on about this. But that would only spoil it. Clearly adaptations of 16th Century Italian farces still have great life in them if you get the best writers involved.
I simply cannot recommend this show highly enough. It transfers back to London (West End) next month and it is unmissable.
Tom Waits my have pulled off the greatest recording of his already great career.
Waits has had a habit of producing impenetrable recordings that leave you cold. For me he peaked at Blue Valentine (1978) and then Heart Attack and Vine in 1980 before putting out great records such as Swordfishtrombones (1983) and Orphans (2006). His album with Gavin Bryars where he sings alongside a tramp (Jesus Blood Never Failed Me Yet) is astonishing too. But there has been much to pass by in between these classics. Alice anyone?
This though finds Waits in stunning form. It is a beast of a record opening on Chicago with a pulsating steam train clatter and the deepest Bass Sax growl you’ve ever heard. “All aboard” shrieks Waits as the 2 minute classic reaches it’s denoument and we the fearful passengers set off on a voyage of discovery that veers from distraught weeping and gnashing of teeth on the amazing “Raised Right Men” with its factory clangings and steam hisses to the downright scary title track “Bad as me” that opens again with that aforementioned bass sax that reminds me of Amy Winehouse’ Back to Black. Hell Broke Luce is simply Waits on steroids. His voice never gravellier.
It’s as if Waits life depemds on this record, so intense is the experience. And yet, it’s tuneful, engaging, funny and enveloping.
Absolutely essential listening.
Filed under: creativity, music | Tags: Gruff Rhys, Super furry Animals, Wales, welsh music
Gruff Rhys is the lead singer in Super Furry Animals. Wales’ finest band by some considerable margin over the last ten years in my humble opinion. So, what to make of a solo outing?
Total control of the qualkity control button is my conclusion.
More super soft arrangements, quality harmonies, particularly when guest singer El Perro Del Mar (great name by the way) pops up on track 9; Space Dust number 2.
This is a great pop record with no pretentions to be any more than that. Wholly recommended.
Filed under: family, humour, life, photography | Tags: Bamnburgh Castle, cagoul wearing cockend, hot totty, mother and son, the case for the prosecution
When I was a teenager I often wondered why all my mates were doing better, much better, than me at pulling burds.
Filed under: Arts, creativity, movies | Tags: Evan Rachel Wood, gearge Clooney, Marisa Tomei, Oscar winners, Paul Giamatti, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, ryan gosling, The ides of March
The Ides of March is to the USA what Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is to England.
Each country’s respective A teams line up to impress us with what they can respectively muster.
It’s a hopeless non contest. Aided mostly by the fact that the American material is richly plotted and deeply absorbing whereas the English mire themselves in dense sub plotting that renders the whole thing indigestible.
The Ides of March is outstanding. George Clooney, overlooked by many critics in this role because he is not always the centre of attention, plays Governor Mike Morris, a Democratic presidential canditate (complete with Obamaesque marketing materials) so well that you would unquestionably believe it if Clooney announced tomorrow that he was running for the real presidency. And hell, if Schwarzeneger can run California and Reagan was good enough for the White House; why not Clooney?
So let’s clear up one thing from the off. Clooney is immense. Clooney is one of America’s greatest ever movie actors and this is a subtly downplayed ‘best of George Clooney’ performance. Not only that; he directed it, wrote it and produced it. Is there nothing he can’t do?
Playing opposite King C is his heir apparent, Ryan Gosling. Gosling is the central fulcrum of this brilliant movie but he has a safety blanket of complete and utter class: Phillip Seymour Hoffman as his world weary boss, Paul Giammatti as his boss’ direct adversory, Marisa Tomei as a grubby Wall Street Hack, Evan Rachel Wood as the love interest (well, love would be stretching it. Let’s just call it lust.). All are superb, and it’s great to see Giamatti not playing a buffoon for a change.
But let’s focus on Gosling for a second. Gosling can not put a foot wrong right now. I fancy him for at least two Oscar nominations this year for this role and for Drive. He has so stormed the Hollywood A list as to make it his own (Clooney beware) and you see him only getting even better if he can keep his eye on great roles in truly great movies. In Ides of March he sweeps through the movie with ease, just as in Drive he starts out all likeable and decent but as it progresses his darker side emerges. I the case of Ides it all centres around his “affair” with 20 (or is it 19) year old intern Molly Stearn played seductively By Evan Rachel Wood.
It seems that interns are both forbidden fruit and fair game in equal measure (Monica Lewinsky anybody?). Her sleeping with Gosling (who plays Morris’ deputy campaign manager Stephen Myers) sets of a chain of events that it would be unfair of me to reveal. Suffice it to say the last half hour has more twists and turns than a slinky on a spiral staircase. It’s gripping.
This is a very fine piece of modern American cinema, the fact that is adapted from the stage makes it well crafted and honed to perfection. Expect serious rewards in the Ides of February in the Kodak Theatre.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: build a rocket boys, elbow, Elbow at manchester cathedral, manchester cathedral, manchester music, mercury prize, seldom seen kid
This blog will self destruct in 7 days from now but in the meantime if you are an Elbow fan you will enjoy Guy Garvey rabble rousing his followers in Manchester Cathedral. Note perfectly of course. At one point (on Lippy Kids) he is supported to stunning effect by the Halle Youth Choir.
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There’s something about Elbow that is particularly moving. The songs are beautiful of course but it’s a combination of Guy Garvey’s plaintive vocals and his obvious passion for them that really tugs at the heartstrings.
Good on you boys.
What particularly pleases me about the Elbow story is that they all had to second mortgage their houses to make ‘Seldom Seen Kid’. It was literally the last throw of their dice. And it worked, netting them a Mercury Prize along with millions of record sales.
Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving bunch.
Their latest album, ‘Build a Rocket Boys’ whilst not having the same impact as ‘Seldom Seen Kid’ is a beautiful record full of fabulous quiet anthems.
Filed under: business, creativity | Tags: animal charity, charity, cheetah charity, cheetah outreach, cheetah saving, conservation, conserving cheetahs, save the cheetah, save wild cats, saving wild animals, south african charity, wild animal charity, wild animal survival, wwf
My sister, Emily, has been putting in awesome shifts – for, like, months – over the past seven years in South Africa (many as a volunteer) in support of a phenomenal wildlife charity called Cheetah Outreach.
Their raison d’etre is neatly summed up in the following paragraph…
It took 4 million years of evolution for the cheetah to become the exceptional animal it is today and only 100 years for man to place it on the endangered list. Now the fastest land animal in the world is losing its most important race: the race for survival. At the turn of the 20th century, an estimated 100,000 cheetahs lived throughout Africa and in parts of the Middle East and Central Asia. Today there are just 7,500 cheetahs left and South Africa is home to fewer than 1,000 of these majestic cats. Cheetah Outreach is an education and community-based programme created to raise awareness of the plight of the cheetah and to campaign for its survival.
This year Emily was joined for over a month of her stint by her partner, James, in South Africa as she once again set off to hand-rear a bunch of Cheetah cubs.
The impact on James was huge, and not surprising, given his tireless fundraising and lobbying on behalf of his own non-profit organisation; The Lion Foundation. (The Lion Foundation is a non-profit organisation providing an umbrella for an ad-hoc group of friends to do diverse fund-raising activities. Since 1994 they have rattled buckets, bungee-jumped, paraglided (or paraglid?), run raffles and Open Days for, volunteered with and published donated works in aid of seventeen charities including ATD Fourth World; Pestalozzi Children’s Village, Kent; The Monkey Sanctuary, Cornwall; NARA; Children with Leukemia; Aid to Romania; Willow Foundation; ACTV; The Tibet Foundation; Durrell, Jersey.)
To say that James is enthusiastic would be something of an understatement and having returned to these shores he has set to with vim, vigour and a roar to raise funds for Cheetah Outreach. Consequently he’s organising a fundraiser – principally in his Devonshire hometown of Bantham but thanks to the www everywhere really.
That’s where I, and you, come in.
As Northern ambassador for James’ uber-enthusiastic activity I am now on the campaign trail, imploring you, my beloved reader, to show some support for his efforts.
And so, if you feel the plight of the Cheetah is worthy of a little support join us in raising money to keep this fantastic beast and wonderful charity in rude health.
All you have to do is pledge a little dosh via the following (no doubt by now familiar) mechanism.
Log on to www.justgiving.com/cheetahoutreach-whf and stick in a few bob.
Go on. Go on. Go on.