I am celebrating the centenary of WWI’s Armistice Day with some ‘enthusiasm’.
Peter Jackson’s ‘They Shall Never Grow Old” which premiered at The London Film Festival got the ball rolling to incredible effect a couple of weeks ago. It is a must see.
And on Sunday I shall be attending a virtually sold out Far From Ypres at The Usher Hall in which my good pal Gary West will be taking to the stage as part of a celebrated ensemble.
Last night was the turn of theatre in a site-specific production held at Tynecastle Football Stadium.
As a lifelong Hibs fan attending a period drama that ‘celebrated’ Heart of Midlothian’s incredibly altruistic past had a degree of challenge. It was clear that I was surrounded by a largely partizan audience. But I’m bigger than that. If these men could face ‘The Hun’ in the French trenches, I could pay my respect alongside my rivals.
And I’m very glad that I did.
Paul Beeson and Tim Barrow’s play is a very fine thing indeed. It was performed on the Fringe and has been timeously restaged in its original form for this monumental anniversary.
One of the potential problems this show faces is the way that some Hearts fans celebrate their team’s mass act of courage as a comparator. No other team so unselfishly released their players from their contracts in such a way (13 players enlisted together to serve in McCrae’s Battalion, the 16th Royal Scots).
And that’s only part of the story.
Hearts were top of the league, having won 19 of their 21 games, when the mass exodus occurred. They continued to play for the team, but on the back of strenuous army basic training that included long forced marches. Their form inevitably slumped dramatically, through sheer exhaustion, and what should have been one of the greatest celebrations in Hearts’ history was dashed.
But what Beeson and Barrow have created is brilliant in this respect. That achievement is duly noted but not at the expense of the competition. It is far from vainglorious and largely avoids comparative narrative (indeed the contribution from other clubs is articulated clearly); rather it takes you into the souls of these young lads who fought for King and Country, sacrificing glory on the battlefields of Tyncastle, Ibrox, Celtic Park and Easter Road.
It’s beautifully acted throughout (although sadly no programme was made available so I have no idea who the cast was).
A central character, one of the players and the narrator, leads us through the build up to the mass enlistment, glorying in Hearts’ impressive form. This takes place in the new main stand to the sound of radio commentaries of the matches, before we traverse the stadium. One scene is in the Home Players dressing room, another in the bar, several in the stands themselves before culminating in an achingly beautiful finale underneath the Gorgie Road stand in a makeshift bunker. The final moments play out by the poignant War Memorial.
I’m sure, for many, this is an intensely moving experience. I found it highly dramatic and sympathetically presented.
There is no tub-thumping in this play. There is a great deal of humour and the sound design and violin accompaniment by the sole female cast member is excellent and highly redolent of the time.
Hearts, Hearts, Glorious Hearts features subtly (#HHGH) and is appropriate, without dropping the show’s standards..
The performances are roundly laudable, especially the leads but the ensemble do their part with merit.
This is another must see reflection on the Great War. It has wonderful provenance, it’s superbly written and directed in what is both a stirring but challenging location.
Highly recommended. But you’ll have to move quick if you want a ticket.
PS. The Last Days of Making featuring the Tiger Lilies at Leith Theatre (from Saturday) also looks pretty special.