Review: Our Ladies of Perpetual Succour

Our Ladies of Perpetual Succour began life at the National Theatre, and is currently enjoying a West End transfer. Its life as a production has been very successful, but not entirely without controversy.
The NT describe it thusly:

From the creator of Billy Elliot (Lee Hall) comes the uplifting and moving story of six Catholic choir girls from Oban, let loose in Edinburgh for one day only.
Funny, heartbreaking and raucously rude, Our Ladies of Perpetual Succour is adapted from Alan Warner’s brilliant novel about six young friends on the cusp of change and is directed by Royal Court Artistic Director Vicky Featherstone.
Featuring the songs of ELO, Our Ladies is a glorious anthem to friendship, youth and growing up disgracefully.
Prepare thyself for… really rude language, flashing lights, pyrotechnics, lots of sexual references, excessive drinking, and extensive use of the smoke machine.

A lot of people seem to have struggled getting beyond the lewdness on Our Ladies, but if all you do is get hung up about the swearing you have really missed the point.

The stories of the six schoolgirls, on their trip to Edinburgh, are poignant, and even though the characters are lairy, the way their story develops is really touching. If you walk out before the end, then you don't reach the points of resolution and the 'morning after' clarity of the play. And that would be your loss.

Of course, you can't review Our Ladies without discussing the music. The performances of both the actors and the band are phenomenal. Really, the singing is just incredible. I left the theatre uplifted: it it a thing of joy. I've never encountered a show that blends traditional choral pieces with ELO before... and probably never will again. The juxtaposition of the two means that when the choral music cuts through the rock, it is simply stunning.

I absolutely recommend Our Ladies, but if you're prudish about swearing, sex, or wild drunkenness, it's probably not the play for you.

4/5: Proud, loud, funny, but touching
Duke of York's Theatre
Until September

Review: Common

Last night was the night for Common at the National Theatre.
They say:

An epic tale of England’s lost land.

Mary’s the best liar, rogue, thief and faker in this whole septic isle. And now she’s back.

As the factory smoke of the industrial revolution belches out from the cities, Mary is swept up in the battle for her former home. The common land, belonging to all, is disappearing.

... but I don't really know what to say about it.

I liked it less than Salome, for a start, because that at least was beautiful to look at: Common, was just a mess.

Once again, a production with a lot of potential was been let down by a shockingly poor script. The story was confused, the dialogue stilted and needlessly sweary, and this left me struggling to care about any of the characters.

Anne Marie Duff was very watchable, it's just a shame she only had DC Moore's script to work with. The language of the script itself was almost unbearably frustrating, because it could have been brilliant: the use of non-standard English and hyphenated coinages could have been a fascinating exploration of how meaning is made, but it fell well short of achieving such a lofty aim.

The pagan-inspired design of the villagers in costume could have been exploited more, and to great effect. It wasn't.
The whole piece felt too long and dull.

The music was great though.

It isn't very often I would tell you to avoid a production at the National, but I just can't recommend Common: your money would be better spent elsewhere.

2/5: A mess of untapped potential
National Theatre
Until 5th August

Review: Angels in America

This year, the National Theatre are staging a revival of Tony Kushner's two-part epic Angels in America. At just shy of eight hours long, it's difficult, if not 'impossible' to put on, so it is a rare treat to be able to see it in its entirety.
The National say:

America in the mid-1980s. In the midst of the AIDS crisis and a conservative Reagan administration, New Yorkers grapple with life and death, love and sex, heaven and hell.

And?

I have never seen anything like it.

Angels in America, especially watched in one day as a double bill, is a huge theatrical feat. The cast are unreal - Andrew Garfield, Denise Gough, Nathan Lane, James McArdle, Russell Tovey, et al - the stage design works on an epic scale, and Kushner's writing is incredible.

There are a lot of things one could choose to talk about with Angels in America, so I'm going to try to limit myself to mentioning a few highlights:

1. Andrew Garfield was a revelation: I have only previously seen him in bit parts and Spiderman, so the fact that he can really, really act, came as a shock. A pleasant one.
2. The wings of the Angel, which were created by a combination of physical choreography and puppetry, were a delightful bit of design/movement work.
3. Kushner's writing of convoluted, rambling monologues is masterful. The characters of Roy (Nathan Lane) and Louis (James McArdle) get very different speeches, but the delivery of Kushner's words by the respective actors was edge-of-seat brilliant.
4. Ian MacNeil's design work and Paule Constable's lighting designs were on a scale wholly appropriate to the magnitude of the text. When the National go all out at set design, they go all out at set design.

Really, I could go on and on.

I cannot recommend Angels in America highly enough. Especially if you can see the double bill. It is unlikely you'll ever get to see the like of this again, so do what you need to do to get a ticket!

5/5: A once-in-a-generation spectacle
The National Theatre
Until 19th August

Review: Salome

Well. Salome then. The National Theatre tell us it is:

The tale retold.

The story has been told before, but never like this.

An occupied desert nation. A radical from the wilderness on hunger strike. A girl whose mysterious dance will change the course of the world.

Now, where to start.

This production frustrated me to a pretty extreme degree, but let's deal with the positives first.

Firstly, the acting was brilliant: Isabella Nefar, as Salome so-called, is mesmerising as the still, calm centre of the storm. In fact, the whole cast are strong, and under movement director Ami Shulman's use of slow, dream-like choreography, they seem like a giant, classical artwork come to life.

Secondly, there is the ethereal music. Yasmin Levy and Lubana al Quntar as the 'Women of Song' lend their phenomenal vocals to the whole show. Their contributions are both technically astounding and utterly beautiful.

Thirdly, the design work is also amongst the best I've ever seen. Susan Hilferty, along with lighting designer Tim Lutkin, have created a setting so beautiful it makes the play worth seeing, despite the work's major drawback (which I will come to in a moment). Falling curtains of sand, billowing cloths, props that are used and re-purposed all give the production a properly epic and classical feel (anachronistic weaponry aside). It is a stunning sight.

However, the script.

The script was diabolical. I seriously do not think I've ever seen dialogue that poor in a major production ever. It was just dire. I felt sorry for the actors, who were doing an amazing job with what they had but were playing to a half-empty auditorium. It was embarrassing for everyone involved; I'm not sure how the script passed any kind of quality control. Yaël Farber directs well, but if I were unaware of her previous successes, I would question whether she should be trusted with the writing bit too. As things stand, I think this just has to be written off as a lesson learnt. Hopefully.

Salome is worth seeing for the design, and for the truly haunting music, but the scripting makes it painful. Go to it prepared, but do go to it.

3/5: Could have been perfect. Wasn't.
National Theatre
Until 15th July

Review: Consent

Last night I was fortunate enough to be offered tickets to see Nina Raine's Consent, currently showing at the Dorfman Theatre at the National, so I must start this review with a thank you to the NT's wonderful Secondary and FE Education team.

Of Consent, the NT say:

Why is Justice blind? Is she impartial? Or is she blinkered?

Friends take opposing briefs in a rape case. The key witness is a woman whose life seems a world away from theirs. At home, their own lives begin to unravel as every version of the truth is challenged.

Consent, Nina Raine’s powerful, painful, funny play sifts the evidence from every side and puts justice herself in the dock.

Consent is Nina Raine's fourth play, her previous - Rabbit, Tribes, and Tiger Country - all having been well received. Her latest work, which takes a rape case as a starting point for an exploration of the relationships between a ground of friends, is no exception to her run of great writing.

The use of the rape case, and the persuasive strategies of lawyers, as a framing device takes the notion of manipulating the feelings of a jury, then replays the process through manipulating the audience into feeling sympathy and then loathing for each of the characters in turn whilst they toy with one another's' emotions. Raine's writing is excellent in this respect as she is able to contrast the reductionist guilty/not guilty dualism of the courtroom, with the complexities of real life situations: in Consent, no one is innocent, but everyone deserves sympathy.

The dialogue is phenomenally well written, and the humour is sharp, relatable, and, occasionally, very dark. The performances of the cast of seven - Priyanga Burford, Pip Carter, Ben Chaplin, Heather Craney, Daisy Haggard, Adam James, and Anna Maxwell Martin - are solid, and you really do find yourself sympathising with, then hating different characters as the scenes progress.

The set design is neat but sparse, yet does a surprisingly good job of communicating the world in which the characters live. The sound design is less successful, as some of the transitions feel a bit jarring.

My main issue with the play, however, is the fact that the pacing dips in places, and some of the scene changes are a little awkward, but these are hopefully things which will be ironed out as the run goes on.

I would definitely recommend Consent to you, even if the white, privileged, middle-class world isn't something you find you can relate to, as the play is an absolute masterclass in character development and the writing of dialogue. I found myself applauding Raine as much as the actors on the stage.

4/5: Funny but complex: laugh out loud, then go away thinking

The Dorfman Theatre @ The National Theatre

Until 17th May

Review: Ugly Lies the Bone

Written by Lindsey Ferrentino and directed by Indhu Rubasingham, Ugly Lies the Bone is currently running on the Lyttelton stage of the National Theatre. They say:

After three tours in Afghanistan, Jess finally returns to Florida. In a small town on the Space Coast, as the final shuttle is about to launch, Jess must confront her scars – and a home that may have changed even more than her.

Experimenting with a pioneering virtual reality therapy, she builds a breathtaking new world where she can escape her pain. There, she begins to restore her relationships, her life and, slowly, herself.

 Now, there are a lot of interesting ideas at work in the play, but overall, nothing is satisfactorily developed. The dramatic use of video projection could have been a powerful way of expressing the virtual world being trialled by Jess (Kate Fleetwood), but some of the design work incorporated by it is, frankly, a bit naff. Meanwhile, the sliding, minimalist set worked quite well, but was nothing revolutionary. 

Acting-wise, Fleetwood is good, and Ralph Little and Kris Marshall's characters are well performed and pleasingly developed, however, the introduction of Jess's mother towards the end of the play is at best trite, and at worst downright tacky.

I think, more than anything, I was frustrated with Ugly Lies the Bone. It had the potential to be exciting and original, it just doesn't quite make it. It's not dreadful, but it is too much of a near miss for me.

3/5: Interesting ideas, average execution

Lyttelton Theatre:

National Theatre.

London

Until 6th June

Review: Amadeus

If you have a love of music, and of the sheer spectacle of big-budget theatre, Amadeus - currently playing at the National Theatre's Olivier - is probably for you.

They say:

Vienna: the music capital of the world.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, a rowdy young prodigy, arrives determined to make a splash. Awestruck by his genius, court composer Antonio Salieri has the power to promote his talent or destroy it. Seized by obsessive jealousy he begins a war with Mozart, with music and, ultimately, with God.

And through the monologuing of Salieri (the brilliant Lucian Msamati) we indeed follow a flawed character's obsession with his youthful, creative superior.

Amadeus, by late icon Peter Shaffer, premièred at the National 1979 to wide acclaim. This new version, directed by Michael Longhurst, has similarly garnered glowing reviews.

Lucian Msamati's stiff, controlled Salieri is the polar opposite of Adam Gillen’s pyrotechnic Mozart, and the tension that arises between them is very well played. Gillen's hyperactive, childlike characterisation of Mozart manages to generate sympathy, rather than irritation, whilst his downfall is being carefully orchestrated (no pun intended) by Salieri, and the central roles are supported by strong performances by the whole cast.

The design work is, as you would expect for a production at the National, beautiful and challenging. The Southbank Sinfonia are on the stage all of the time, so Mozart's music is cleverly woven throughout the piece in terms both of sound and choreography, and there are surreal flares on the part of designer Chloe Lamford - Mozart in Dr Martens anyone? - that give things a rebellious edge.

I enjoyed Amadeus a lot: there are moments of such pure, spectacular beauty that the hairs on the backs of my arms literally stood up, but I also felt that the second half lost its pacing somewhat. Three hours is a long slog, and I couldn't help but feel that if the show were shorter it would have maintained its dramatic impact better.

At its best, Amadeus is glorious, at its weaker points, you want Mozart to hurry up and come to his untimely end, but overall, it was a joyful thing to behold.

4/5 Moments of majesty: a beautiful and spectacular show

The Olivier, The National Theatre
Until 18th March

Review: Us/Them

Us/Them is currently playing at the Dorfman Theatre at the National, but it comes via a sell-out, prize-winning run at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival of 2016. It forms part of the National's 'Limited Editions' season of new work, playing throughout the first part of the year.
They say:

In September 2004 a group of terrorists stormed a school in Beslan taking hundreds of children hostage. The ensuing siege lasted three days and left many dead. Us/Them is not a straightforward account of this terrible tragedy, but an exploration of the entirely individual way children cope with traumatic situations.

Brussels-based BRONKS (a Belgian theatre company geared towards a young audience) brings together director Carly Wijs with actors Gytha Parmentier and Roman Van Houtven, and offers a show that is absolutely disarming in its characterisation of how young children express themselves. The charm is cut through, however, with moments where you remembered exactly what story is being told, and the effect of this means that the design of the piece as a family show seemed entirely plausible, but at the same time the exploration of ideology, the worldliness, and the emotional depth are darkly adult.

Designer Stef Stessel does a fabulous job with the look of Us/Them. The use of the space - a world built with a labyrinth of string and a carefully demarcated floor plan in chalk - is brilliant, as the relationship between the 'us' arises from a space constructed by the children at play. The design work is very cleverly done - child-like but not tacky. Similarly, the performances of Parmentier and Van Houtven within the space are subtle, funny at times, but not an unbearable aping of childhood.

Overall, I really enjoyed Us/Them. I decided to see it on a whim, and I'm really glad that I did. The performances and the look are well choreographed, and the content is balanced so that the piece is accessible to children without being jarring for adults. If you find yourself with an evening to spare before the end of the run, you could do a lot worse than trying to get hold of one of the remaining tickets. A very enjoyable hour.

4/5: Clever conceived and beautifully executed. If you can get a seat, go, enjoy, then reflect.

The Dorfman Theatre, at the National Theatre
Until 18th February

Review: Hedda Gabler

My last theatre visit of 2016 was a trip to the National for Hedda Gabler. After an epic year, for me, in performances, it had a lot to live up to.

Hedda Gabler, widely acknowledged as Ibsen's masterpiece, is rarely out of performance, so the question was: what could a new production by the National Theatre bring to such an oft-performed, well-known play?
The answer, when it's in the hands of superstar director Ivo van Hove, turns out to be quite a lot.

Ruth Wilson, as the lead, offers a new angle on the play, which itself is a new translation by Patrick Marber. Her take on Gabler is mercurial throughout: in some ways incredibly sympathetic, in others the direct opposite, and Wilson is masterful in her ability to balance all of the extremes required by the title role. Even for those familiar with the play it is a surprise how each next line will be delivered, such is the volatility of Wilson's Gabler. The Hedda in this iteration is dangerous, but is so because she doesn't know how to be content in and of herself. Rafe Spall as Brack, meanwhile, knows exactly what he wants, and wields power in a way that brings a leering confidence to clash with Wilson's Hedda, whilst Kyle Soller as Tesman is not the dull, ageing academic one might expect.

The set design, by Jan Versweyveld, creates a sparse, unfinished living space for the Tesmans to inhabit, which very much fits with the tone of the piece. This fairly simple staging is brought to life, however, by some very clever lighting design, which warms, shifts, and then is blocked out as the story progresses. The design work overall is skilful, and helps realise the trap that Hedda Gabler creates for herself, which ultimately proves to be her downfall.

This version of Hedda Gabler is captivating. The understated but genius attention to detail
 makes it impossible to look away, even if you find yourself banging heads against the idea of womanhood the play suggests. The National have rounded of a blockbuster year in some serious style.

4/5 - Subtle, compelling, and complex: truly a Hedda for our times.
The Lyttelton, National Theatre until 21st March

Review: The Red Barn

The Red Barn is a new work by David Hare, based on the novel, La Main, by Georges Simenon. Staged at the National, directed by the inimitable Robert Icke, and boasting a cast including Mark Strong and Elizabeth Debicki (of Night Manager fame), it is hard to see where it could go wrong.

The piece's initial reviews had been positive. However, I've been wary of glowing reviews since going to see Lazarus (widely loved) and hating it, so I wondered how good Hare's new work was actually going to be.

Thankfully, The Red Barn lived up to expectations, and them some.

The central performances by Strong, Debicki, and Hope Davis (God of Carnage) are beautifully understated, and the gradual development of Donald Dodd (Strong), as he becomes aware of his lack of agency in the world is a fascinating thing to watch unfold. Strong's communication of Dodd's simmering jealousy underpins the whole piece, and the performance gives coherence to the fragments of the unfolding story.

The stand-out feature of this production, however, is the staging. It is a prime example of the National pushing what it is possible to achieve on the stage, which they have the clout to do. The cinematic nature of the rapid scene changes is stunning to behold, and the audience's dialogue on the way out of the theatre revolved around how some of the set changes were actually possible. It is a triumph of form.

This success of execution makes The Red Barn a must-watch. To see scenes on a stage transition between a blizzard and an interior is a marvel of stage craft, and utterly unlike anything else around at the moment. With this in mind, I would suggest you get yourself down to the Lyttelton before The Red Barn closes, because it truly lives up to the hype.

4/5 - Innovative stage craft and slow-burn performances: see it... don't get left out in the cold!
The Lyttelton, National Theatre until 17th January