The Commitments

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Seen 1 November 2015, Palace Theatre London (Dernière)
Written by Roddy Doyle
Directed by Jamie Lloyd

Do you know how sometimes movies, plays or musicals open, you want to see them but can’t make it and suddenly their run is over? When The Commitments opened in 2013, I wanted to see the show, but somehow it never happened. When I noticed the day I was flying to London for a meeting the next morning was also that of the last two performances, I decided  to try my luck. Mixed reviews be damned and dernières are sometimes more fun than regular performances anyway. Continue reading

King Charles III

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Seen January 5 2015

Wyndham’s Theatre, London

A Future History Play by Mike Bartlett

Directed by Rupert Goold

Cast: Tim Pigott-Smith, Rory Fleck Byrne, Richard Goulding, Nyasha Hatendi, Adam James, Margot Leicester, Miles Richardson, Tom Robertson, Nicholas Rowe, Sally Scott, Tafline Steen, Lydia Wilson

This was the last play on this trip to London. Beforehand, we joked that we managed an entire five days without seeing a Shakespeare play, but after having seen ‘Future History Play’ King Charles III, I have to say we kind of did.

There’s some Lear (even quoted by Duchess Kate) and Richard II in there as well as elements of original practice. Add political intrigue, family issues, two very different sons and a ghost, et voilà.

In a nutshell, Charles refuses to sign off on a new law that practically makes privacy a thing of the past. While he is legally absolutely within his rights, this unusual decision is used by Prime Minister and leader of the opposition to rile up the public against the royal family and question the monarchy. The quick escalation and poor handling of the situation pits family members against each other as well. As if there weren’t enough ‘well meaning’ meddlers already, Diana’s conniving ghost jumps into the fray as well.

Charles is portrayed as a conscientious ruler and loving father, being unable to sign a law he finds alarming, supporting Harry when his activist commoner girlfriend is dragged through the mud by the media and not turning his back on William when it would have been understandable to a certain extent. Harry is the other person in the play who gets off lightly. He tries to live as normal a life as possible and make his own decisions only to realise he’s just a pawn on the royal chess board after all.

I can’t say much about the other members of the royal family without giving away too much of the plot, but they were all  recognisable and very well played. Mannerisms, body language and speech patterns were very close to their ‘templates’, while not overdone to the point of being Spitting Image figures but always real and flawed persons (ghost notwithstanding of course). The scene that most reminded me of Richard II (For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground/And tell sad stories of the death of kings;) when Charles still thinks making tea and having a conversation with William can actually change something was heartbreaking.

Harry’s girlfriend who started out as something akin to ‘the voice of the people’ unfortunately turned into a stereotypical ‘hear me roar’ girl who instead of evolving with the new situation she finds herself in just came across as petulant. A more interesting character is the kebab vendor who gets philosophical about the royal family with Harry whom he does not recognise, reminiscent of Henry V.

The unsettling and scary thing about the play is that it’s all entirely possible. Let’s hope there won’t be tanks guarding Buckingham Palace any time soon.

A Streetcar Named Desire – NT Live Broadcast

September 16, 2014
Broadcast live from the Young Vic Theatre, London

“Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”

By Tennessee Williams

Directed by Benedict Andrews

Cast: Gillian Anderson, Clare Burt, Lachele Carl, Branwell Donaghey, Otto Farrant, Ben Foster, Nicholas Gecks, Troy Glasgow, Stephanie Jacob, Corey Johnson, Vanessa Kirby, Claire Prempeh

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