by
William Shakespeare
Method And Madness
OK,
we at TLT Towers, one reviewer plus a puckish sidekick (no wings, but hey,
TLT's jalopy is no Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!), are game for all sorts of
productions. And this one is a curious one.
Yet another A Midsummer's Night's
Dream (AMND), this time stripped down like the wood flooring traverse stage it's
played on. With just seven actors. And directed by Simon Evans whose Bug we
enjoyed.
Well,
there's a bug in this version of AMND - or maybe a couple of separate bugs
since both get slapped down separately by actors entering the magic forest. And
this is a very actorly Dream with quite a few rewrites, rejigs and reorderings but
it also treads a dangerous path through the woods - in danger of becoming the
thing it is parodying.
Yet
in the midst of it, there are some very good young actors on display here. Yes,
I should say this is a production filled with young actors. We're not sure if
the cast will be infuriated or will
laugh at we mortal bloggers' foolish ways if we say the team of actors led by Freddie
Fox but it seems to be his Ovidian transformation on the cover of the programme
(see my associated Tweet - like it, retweet it, send me a tweet to plight your
troth or whatever you like).
However he may be harking back to the method of another English actor who, according to Sir Peter Hall here, did not seek to be loved by his audience.
For we see a group of actors meeting in a rehearsal room for a performance of AMND with Freddie
who plays Demetrius and Bottom definitely cock of the walk. That's Freddie Fox again, of course (dahling!), not
Freddie Hutchins who plays Lysander and mechanical Flute - the dilemma of what
to do with two Freddies is, in fact the subject of a good, telling actorly joke which
gets rather lost in the fray.
But
somehow the introduction then of elements and costuming from children's tales
felt more like incestuous theatrical references than an opening up of the text.
But maybe the hierarchy of acting is the point, just as "dwarf" Hermia,
despite being equal in height, has to make herself small beside
"maypole" Helena (Lucy Eaton) to fit the part.
There's
also a touch of the Play Gone Wrong in this production and it was as if we'd
been lured into an experimental part of another project rather than a stand
alone AMND.
There are some witty ideas but also an overstepping of the
tightrope into - yes what we said before - becoming that which it was trying to
parody.
The
verse speaking and other lines (it's a fast and loose AMND) ranges from the acoustically
muffled to the crystal clear and entrancing with some occasional skilful
interpretation. Theseus (Ludovic Hughes who also doubles as Oberon) takes on an
intriguing inciting role while ex Eastender Maddy Hill goes from supple Titania
to stage manager Peter Quince complete with red rasta cap, French onion man come mime artiste outfit
with (badly drawn) moustache.
But
we have to ask, while wishing to remain playful rather than utilitarian, who or what is it for? For example, is it a parody of or primer for
exam multiple choice when we're told that the Dream is about the weather?
Was
someone reading our mind when it struck us that all it needed was for a famous
Hollywood alumnus of the actors' studio to appear and then lo and behold mini
skirted (Julie Christie lookalike|) Susie Preece did a louche impersonation of the
said same star?
Yes,
it was one of those performance that you have to resign yourself to picking
out the sweetest flowers, while wishing you could take the whole bunch in hand
and let them do the beautifully-spoken straightforward version which you glimpse
through the chink in the wall.
Talking
of which, it's allocated seating, so if you're in the front row and not keen on
being picked for audience participation, you may want to do a swift changeling
swapping of seats. Everyone's so busy (there's a lot of running around and
shouting), we don't think they'll notice.
At
the same time, the competition between the two Freddies culminates in a truly
visceral Pyramus and Thisbe scene with an interesting and, while couched in the
cotton wool of hilarity and still suitable for children's consumption, truly painful echo of
current affairs.
It
could prove to be a show that should have been sponsored by Marmite. If you
live up to type, you may have the reaction you've walked into a particularly
chaotic theatre-in-education performance. Or like the photogenic young redhead
boy in the audience on the night we attended, you may join in with gusto and
collapse in fits of giggles and joy.
So
TLT and her little sapling felt like two little lost boys without their own
gang in the midst of this forest of frenzy without a Puck in dungarees (Melanie
Fullbrook) or a Theseus to sort things out even with a closing magical moment which made them recall Metro Goldwyn Mayer's famous slogan. .
Hell,
we think, why didn't they go hell for leather and create a new play about
actors taking on A Midsummer Night's Dream? As it stands, we'll repeat for the
third time, despite some clever touches, it felt as if it became what it was parodying, so it's a slippery
elm amber light.
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