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Review The Importance of Being…Earnest? Say It Again, Sorry, Theatr Clwyd by Donna Williams

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

The Importance of Being…Earnest?

Many of my generation will best know the classic story of John ‘Jack’ Worthing and Algernon ‘Algy’ Moncrieff, two bachelors who create alter egos named Ernest to escape their tiresome lives, through the 2002 movie adaptation starring Colin Firth, Dame Judy Dench, and Rupert Everett amongst other big names. The men attempting to win the hearts of two women who, conveniently, claim to only love men called Ernest. The pair struggle to keep up with their own stories and become tangled in a tale of deception, disguise, and misadventure. The elaborate plot ridicules Victorian sensibilities with some of the best loved, and indeed eccentric, characters to be found on the modern stage. First performed in 1895 and published in 1899 it is a satire of Victorian social hypocrisy and considered Wilde’s greatest dramatic achievement.

So then, it is a rather genius idea to take this classic tale turn it into a production where audience members take on the main roles- taking the theme of identity (or rather mistaken identity!) to the next level!

The Importance of Being…Earnest? begins in a Victorian household, complete with your typical English butler. The set is constant throughout aside from the odd addition to imply a change of location. It is simple but effective- particularly the window which, on occasion, doubles as a metaphorical window, into the lives of the actors. This window allows us as the audience to take a peek ‘backstage’ as our characters have heated discussions, enjoy an off-stage smoke, or argue about what’s going to happen next unless the actor playing Ernest decides to turn up!

The play starts as any production of The Importance of Being Earnest might start, but it’s clear that this is the calm before the storm as we experience a long, awkward pause as Algernon and Lane introduce Mr Ernest Worthing. This continues with titters from the audience as stage manager Josh and director Simon break the fourth wall in a panic and ask if there’s a member of the audience who could step into his shoes (literally!) Thus, ensues improvised and organised chaos as members of the audience are plucked out to play various roles- reading from scripts, being shoved around the stage by the pros, shouting out lines from signs held up by other audience members and having lines whispered aside. There are many clever japes including actors pretending to don clothing they’re already wearing due to having to start the play again, solo sword fighting or conversations with the air as the audience member has no idea where they’re meant to be standing and some fantastic, over the top physical theatre!

The casting is perfect but special mention must go to Guido Garcia Lueches as Algernon and Rhys Tees as Lane who are the perfect comedy partnership on stage. They set the scene and really carry the piece throughout. Other noteworthy performances include Lucy Trodd as Lady Bracknell whose take on how to be an ‘ac-TOR’ provides a hilarious comedy skit when she attempts to teach the audience member playing Ernest how to, well, play Ernest! Also, Trynity Silk as Gwendolen is a triumph, particularly as the play unravels and she gets more and more merry- having had one too many glasses of the real wine rather than the prop wine!

My only qualm throughout was that it appeared the audience members taking on the two lead roles were somewhat prepared and/or had been planted. For me, this took away some of the comedy magic that can be provided in using audience members as part of a performance. However, I have since learnt that Say it Again, Sorry? have an open-door policy during rehearsals, so it is possible certain audience members may have already had a glimpse into what would be happening on stage that evening.

Say it Again, Sorry? began back in 2018 when Artistic Director Simon Paris set up The Lab Workshops developing his own craft and supporting actors with their acting technique. The team decided that their mission would be to connect people to their inner artist. The Importance of Being…Earnest emerged in 2019 and previewed at The Pleasance Theatre in Islington and has since grown and developed and become a great success- selling out at EdFringe in 2021 and taking on a UK tour in 2023/24.

The Importance of Being…Earnest? continues its tour at the Belgrade Theatre, Coventry from November 2nd-4th and ends at the Tivoli Theatre, Aberdeen on July 5th, 2024. To book your tickets head to the website-

The Importance of Being…Earnest? (interactiveearnest.co.uk)

The Company have requested the note below, which we are happy to facilitate

“The company would like it to be known that there are no plants or prepared audience members that are used during this show, the smoothness of their audience interaction is a testament to their craft and honing.”

Cast:

Guido Garcia Lueches- Algernon

Trynity Silk- Gwendolen

Rhys Tees- Lane

Ben Mann- Josh

Josh Haberfield/Tom Bulpett – Simon Slough

Amy Cook Hodgson/Lucy Trodd – Lady Bracknell

Brendan Barclay- George

Creatives:

Simon Paris- Director

Josh King- Writer

Review Housemates, Sherman Theatre and Hijinx by Rhys Payne

Images Mark Douet

 out of 5 stars (5 / 5)

I think that it is a universal fact that during lockdown many of us picked up new hobbies in the hope that it would help that extended periods of loneliness pass by quicker. One of my many lockdown obsessions was checking out new concept albums/recordings of new musicals from all around the world. Whilst on my quest to find my new musical obsession, I discovered a musical called Our Lands Own which told the story of the gruesome Merthyr Rising riots that happened a short drive from my home. It was absurd to me that such a massive moment in history happened a short drive from my house and I never even knew about it! Since then I have become fascinated with not only with the interesting intersection of history/musical but especially lesser-known Welsh history! The brand new play Housemates explores the purposefully hidden, behind-the-scenes investigations into Ely Hospital and the terrible series of events that have been documented there but also the origin story of assisted living schemes both of which took place in my own hometown!

Housemates the play tells the story of an innocently eager person called Jim (played flawlessly by Peter Mooney) who makes the spontaneous decision to volunteer his time walking two hospital respondents, namely on an unassuming walk to the local park. On this adventure, Jim begins to see some of the discrimination and harassment that hospital residents face which only gets worse as he begins investigating into the daily life of the hospital residents which results in immense anger on his behalf. This outrage caused Jim to investigate ways in which to properly integrate the residents into the community which led to the first ever assisting living programme where the patients lived with students. We follow Jim as he campaigns for this programme to be trialled in 12 Ruthin Gardens in Cardiff.

What was particularly interesting about this show was the fact that the production actually began before the audience had even taken their seats! The moment we stepped into the main auditorium at Sherman Theatre Cardiff, we were greeted by a lively band as if we had joined them during a gig in a local pub. They performed a plethora of iconic hits, as well as the expected chit chat that happens with a band during song transitions. This idea of a band-fuelled performance reappeared at the end of the show where the lead character Alan becomes the lead singer of his own band (donning a David Bowie-inspired ensemble and busting out his own drum solo) which helps to create a cohesive, circular narrative for audience.

The highlights of this production, however, were very clearly the characters Alan and Heather (played by Gareth John and Lindsay Foster respectively) who delivered a masterclass in comedic timing throughout! These two talented individuals had myself (and the audience) in hysterics throughout while simultaneously exposing the terrible and intense experiences of people in mental hospitals at the time. It is incredibly difficult to provide both a plethora of comedic moments while also generating sympathy from the audience by the bucket full. The two performers took us on a rollercoaster from eye-watering laughter to heart-wrenching sadness which is no easy feat but these two performers appeared to take it in the stride! One of my favourite moments in the entire production was when Alan and Heather got to experience their first live band performance and they exploded into a totally euphoric dance sequence that was just a pure joy to watch! It was clear that these two were having so much fun being on the stage and that radiated throughout but especially during this specific moment. We went from this moment of pure joy to a deeply heartbreaking scene where Alan shared the abuse he had experienced while under the care of the hospital. The most uplifting moment of the entire show however happened at the end of the show when the entire cast highlighted the success of the assisted living experiment and began listing off all the asylums that shut down due to this scheme (started in Cardiff) being a success. There was something about each person shouting the name of the hospital while scrunching the paper up and throwing it into the bin that was incredibly powerful and had myself very close to tears! I also found it immensely impressive that the band from earlier in the show were able to quickly switch from an accompanying band to an on-stage character. I can barely do each of these things on their own neither switching so quickly which was an incredible display of insane talent!

Overall, Housemates is a powerful piece of theatre that shines a light on a sparsely discussed area of Cardiff’s history! Despite only being just over one hour long, the grounded and honest portrayals captivated the audience and made every moment feel as if it was happening in real-time/the time frame the events actually took place. The production made every single person in the audience experience the length and breadth of human emotion while simultaneously highlighting a key part of Welsh history. I would rate this production 5 out of 5 stars!

Review, Eun-Me Ahn’s Dragons, Barbican Centre, London by James Ellis

Photo credit: Sukmu Yun

 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

In my first dance piece seen at the Barbican Theatre, we had a brief yet envigouring stint. Choreographer Eun-Me Ahn has taken under her wing emerging dancers from all over Asia. It’s very humbling and touching to see her support for artists who are at the starting point of their careers, their talents taken flight both in tour and nationally.

Though the show about halfway through halts to introduce some of the dancers (name, country of origin and why choose dance?), we get to know them a bit better, breaking down assumed barriers. Other dancers on screens appear blurred and compressed, though we would later realise that these were the ones who could not make it, Covid playing it’s part to dampen ambition.

The work itself started off strong, strange and wonderful usage of grey ventilation ducting. These might just be our dragons in question, no? These pipes are treated with a fluid creativity, a total highlight. They adorn costumes, make speakers for a makeshift stereo, they cover the stage from floor to rafters and evoke much rope play. The dances meld somewhere between traditional and the experimental. The humour shone through for many smile evoking moments, usually from Ahn herself or a colourful costume wowing in absurd styling.

The heavy use of screens for the moments without absent dancers had less charm. At times, lucious, in other moments it remained a bit tacky. Some underwater scenes were eye candy and some of the effects fusing live dancer and the imagery on screen could work. The show was a little too long, I think it could have been a solid hour. A queer vain glided through as well, something I lapped up with cross dressing and those glorious, golden shortS which I’ll never forget.

The dances may have been mixed with glides, near performance art, returns to traditional elements of the art and whacky contemporary elements. It might not have always glued together, but it is very sweet to see talented artists flourishing in their prime. Consider me a fan.

Dragons continues to The Lowry, Salford. 

Review Half Six Fix: Stravinsky’s Pulcinella, LSO, Barbican Centre, London by James Ellis 

Photo credit: Christophe Abramowitz

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

The goal of more accessible concerts at half past six is one of London Symphony Orchestra’s outputs. It’s a swell idea, with one 30 odd minute piece getting the spotlight and a talk before going into more detail makes for a grand hour.

Here, Barbara Hannigan as conductor and speaker, delighted with insights into Pulcinella by Igor Stravinsky. Heavily inspired by the music of 18th century work by Pergolesi, this would turn out compromised as most of the music featured is not by him. Hannigan went into detail about Stravinsky’s dip into neo-classical ideals, a return to form of less experimental nature. You can hear it’s still very much Stravinsky’s arrangement of this bubbly, happy music. It’s a world away from his earlier ballet work, this being a collab with Picasso and other artists.

Hannigan as conductor, created form the way she is known for. She seems to executed good vibes bringing this out to us. The players shone with the return to Italian standards, peppered by the Russian composer’s rampant vitality. A trio of singers: Fleur Barron, Charles Sy and Douglas Williams has few solos, though these characters from the Commedia dell’arte proved good actors and suitable vocied and ones to watch out for. It’s the little extra details Stravinsky adds that keep you thinking after it was over.

Review, Bayerisches Staatsorchester, Barbican Centre by James Ellis 

Photo credits: Mark Allan/Barbican
 out of 5 stars (3 / 5)

A rare visit from the Munich Opera orchestra would be a treat for London based audiences. I missed them the night prior, a selection of Victoria Poleva, Berg and Richard Strauss seemed promising.

In a very Germanic second evening, Wagner’s Prelude to Tristan and Isolde is total romance. Many speculate it’s sex set to music, the passion of the Celtic story cannot be deined. Conductor Vladimir Jurowski swooned his way through, the buttery fluidity highly sensual. This is easy Wagner to access, the famously coined bleeding chunks. As an opener it was very fine.

For Schumann’s Piano Concerto, we saw Yefin Bronfman as soloists. I do find this piece apprachable and easy fair, Yefin had restraint in many ways. Wagner absolutely quoted at least one melody here for his Flying Dutchman. As a concerto the piano gets many flights and retrospection, Schumann’s lovely sence of dynamics are ever present. There is also the feeling of the promise what the piano concerto will become, there’s not really violence here nor harshness. Yefin faired well, but I wasnt wowed. An encore of Chopin pleased most.

I’m hearing Mahler’s 4th a few times this years, the LSO in Bath last. Here, in what is not my favourite of his lies a symphony filled with sleigh bells, sweet melodies, moments of pain and a soprano singing as a child in heaven. A bizarre brew, which does not always hold up for its hour demands. Yet when right, it sparked and transformed, Jurowski proving his fine maestro sway over the mass of players. The boyserious, Austrian air I think about in Mahler is in this, though is done better in past symphonic work. Louise Alder for the saccharin finale also added to proceedings. Her voice matched the tone well, the delight of the child in heaven playing and seeing the saints going about their jobs told through the vivid verse.

A final gift of Bach’s Air on a G String wrapped up well. 

Review, The Threepenny Opera, OVO, The Cockpit Theatre, London by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

A rare treat from OVO in London with The Threepenny Opera. Most well know for the hit song Mack the Knife, the show’s titular anti-hero, this remained a delight. From the mostly young cast was brought new life to this peculiar show. High res jackets and made up mannequins are the home stay of the production, directed by Adam Nichols and Julia Mintzer.

Kurt Weil excelled as caberat songs, symphonies and film score. This is some of his best work here, the bouncing, acidic metres and remaining tunefulness are total highlights. Story wise, Bertold Brecht was never one to turn down a sort of fable lecture in most of his work. Mack the Knife is one of London’s most infamous criminals, falls in love with Polly and gets his commpuence…or does he?

My plus one was confused over the meaning and the ending’s choice. I always see it as Brecht’s cutting look at society and the systems we engage in as flawed, corrupted and horrible. This was Peaky Blinders for the Weimar period. Much respect to the springy, witty ensemble. This is such a Cockney piece and the accents felt genuine (this London after all) and the leads impressed. Peter Watss as Mack, bringing out all the stops for the scary, yet loveable thug. It was nicely performed and should see him in the role agian.

Polly was a delight from Emily Panes, musically well suited to caberat. The role does not have a lot to do, but when she engages with Mack and warding off his other lady friends things take flight. Mark Carlisle adds mad inventor vibes and Jonathan Peacham, engaged with money making schemes with homeless people. The delivery was telling and his timing well paced. Annette Yeo as as Celia Peccham in an amuzing costume and shrill theatrics is another enjoyable flutter.

The ensemble acted, sang and played the instruments and well done them. Czech conductor Lada Valešová added a serious, if still fun tone to proceedings. Her sometimes engaging with the action was dry, these little moments helped break down the show, being in the round, in English translation and by a group who didn’t focus on making a very showy show.

It runs till 7th Oct 2023. More information here

Review, Chouchane Siranssian, Leonardo Garcia Alacón & Balás Máté, Wigmore Hall by James Ellis

 out of 5 stars (4 / 5)

A return to London, making an effort to go and see something before even going to my host. In this marvellous afternoon concert we heard from JS Bach and other varying delights.

This was really an opportunity to show off Chouchane Siranssian on the violin. I loved the effort of a sensual Leonardo Garcia Alacón on harpsichord and Balás Máté giving patience and nice drone work as supporting cello. The Bach works: the Violin Sonata in G and Adagio from Violin Sonata in C minor had that had real compassion, Siranssian seems to soar in this repertoire. Amazing to think how much the repertoire has changed, yet Bach was such a game change in his own right. Complexity met beauty in what we should expect from Bach, the passion of these players was a highlight.

Though the Bach got the audience in, a delight from Carlo Farina and his Sonata quinta detta ‘La Farina’. Of note is it’s strange momentum, seemingly slow then without warning pushes forward with swift rhythms. I hadn’t heard anything like, certainly not from the era of the composer (1604-1639). More discoveries like this make you realise just how much innovation there was over the centuries.

A short fire trip followed with Johan Jakob Walther’s Passacaglia from Sonata No. 7, Krikor Naregatsi with his Improvisation on Havun Havun and Pietro Antonio Locatelli’s Sonata in D minor. Siranssian shone once again here with one part of high pitched squeals from her violin, her accompanists also getting fine musical moments. Bleeding well into each other this choice of three works was fine, its was all very touching and highly sweeping. The broad steps of musical style and expression never waned.

Ending with Andrea’s Anton Schmelzer and his Violin Sonata ‘Victori derby Christen’ prove more brilliance from this trio, this hour with them a joy. Siranssian I assume read out the name of movements in German as the piece went on, its approachable nature made for easy listening. We’d love to have them back soon. 

Review, Rebecca, Charing Cross Theatre, London by James Ellis    

Photo credit: Mark Senior

 out of 5 stars (2 / 5)

After a hefty scandal in its original outing, the German take on the classic English book Rebecca as a musical has finally made it to London. Sadly, the curse which is synonymous with the story still leaves it mark…

The elegance and intrigue of Daphne Du Maurier’s tale has not translated well in this staging by Alejandro Bonatto. There is something of a pantomime about the whole thing. I can assume the budget was right for this, even with some practical use of quite a small stage, designer Nicky Shaw should get a shoutout for this. The songs by Michael Kunze and Sylvester Levay have some charm and passion, but remain remarkably old fashioned. Precise extracts from the novel are present, yet it’s the generic vocal line and unappealing melodies which stand out. I spent over 14 hours listening to the audio book and it’s amazing how much was the story just stops and starts on stage. This tension does not always work when you have to take a break with songs.

The cast are vocally fine, with what they are given. I was pleased with the loud and proud ensemble who play the service staff, salty sailor types and Monte Carlo snobs. Our leading lady is never given a first name, the mark of Rebecca as Mr de Winter’s first wife looms over all. As “I”, said second wife is Lauren Jones who works well in the unassuming role. She puts up with a lot, curiously there is no mention of children or plans for any from either wife. Elements of Jane Eyre cannot be denied either. As Maxim de Winter, I wasn’t so convinced with Richard Carson, though dashing and subtly spoken. I didn’t really get the outbursts nor mental anguish from his time with Rebeca and here death. A singing voice that felt quite Les Mis, marginally less depressing than that show.

Kara Lane had fun as Mrs Danvers, perhaps the most fascinating living character in the story. Obsessed with Rebeca whom she always cared for, her singing reach absurd moments belting out the title characters name, some of the best moments in the show. The supporting cast varied from compassion to miscast. Some problematic aspects…the role of Ben who feels quite Sondheim like was played with conviction from an adorable David Breeds, his broken, mysterious, lines signs straight from the book. Sarah Harlington as Beatrice might be the best suited for any of these roles, Piers Bate as Frank Crawley getting little time to show sympathy in the ongoing scandal. Emily Apps as Clarice and Alex James-Ward as Rebecca’s cousin also worked well in the scattered pacing.

Its rare that I’m annoyed with a show. Rebeca deserved better.

Rebecca runs at Charing Cross Theatre till 18th November 2023.

Review, An Audience with Lucy Worsley on Agatha Christie, St David’s Hall by James Ellis

Photo credit: Hay Festival/Paul Musso

Perhaps best known for her documentaries on the telly, Lucy Worsley remains a vision of the past. It remains her openness, her determination to shed light upon these famous female figures throughout English history that is endearing. Her girlish charm, her sensible style and swift wit are what make you fall in love with her.

Her arrival to the Cardiff stage was everything I expected it to be and I was still elated. Gracing the space in a nymph like green and sparkly number, her time throught the night was on the murder mystery mistress Agatha Christie. All this to smoothly plug her new book, which people, bought in droves on the night. Impressive to hear that over a thousand tickets had been sold for the Cardiff talk alone.

Christie, here is given the full shake down by Worsley. Her upbringing in Torquay, two separate marriages swirled with affairs, archeology and aging gracefully. The might of her huge selling power in novels galore is commendable, though I’m thinking “was she truly a great writer?”, our presenter saying Murder in the Vicarage is a work of genius. It’s easy to tap into Agatha’s old psyche to see why she loved stories that involed murder and the mode of finding the killer. Work as a nurse during WWI, might pertian to certain horrors, her need to write with a driving force of creation her fuel. Catharsis unbounded.

Lucy makes a PowerPoint presentation funny, thoughtful and expectedly educational. Her reach spans far with TV work, books, live events and job at Hampton Court Palace. We won’t dare mention what a contractor once said to her when she was knocking about with her parasol one day! Though I must confess, I think I might respectfully disagree with Lucy over Christie’s famous disappearance. Her hubbie’s affair put her into an apparent fugue state, which resulted in a suicide attempt, hiding in a hotel for two weeks, alleged amnesia and apparently…a South African accent. If she was faking it, I doubt she could be blamed, her husband pushing her over the edge in mental and physical realms (she planned to force her car over some sand dunes). We are never ourselves in extraordinary circumstances.

Though I doubt I’ll be reading Lucy’s recent page flutter, this was a thoroughly good evening and meeting her after was a briefly, real delight, the longest queue behind me itching to meet her themselves.

Lucy Worsley continues on tour around the UK.

Agatha Christie by Lucy Worsley is available to buy now.

Review Royal Welsh College Symphony Orchestra, Rivers of Life, St David’s Hall by James Ellis

Photo credit: Kirsten McTernan

An evening of water as the life blood of the city and the world from the Royal Welsh College, Sympony Orchestra in a lovely programme. First was Elizabeth Maconchy and her Coronation Overture: Proud Thames, with mood of Walton and other English composers was heard anew here. It had that easily percecbale sound you get from over the border, it was full of chest puffing brass and percussion. Quite lovely really.

Gershwin’s An American in Paris Suite is a delightful venture, evoking the imagery of Gene Kelly and the extravagant ballet sequence from the classic film. Jazzy and brilliant, we get tuned car horns, ear worm after ear worm and a never ending passion for this fusion of great music. Staggering how much of this would go on to impact upon later musicals. It’s the American thrill of the whole thing, conductor David Jones drinking it in, sharing the fun with the students.

Vltava by Smetana flowed through, another glorious and popular choice. It never loses its appeal, the fine orchestration and melody making brings smiles all round. The rhythmic whirling of the notes easily evokes water and the brass bring larger scenes to life. The wedding and other tableaux are also noteworthy, the strings shine here, not to mention the opening. Wrapping up with Respighi’s Pines of Rome remained a vivid panorama of the city through time. The horn solo, the enthralling opening, the recorded nightingale audio and the powerful Roman legion finale, appear unforgettable. More of Respighi should be known, though this piece gets a lot of love.