The Hard Problem


seen April 16, 2015. Haydn English Cinema Vienna

written by Tom Stoppard

directed by Nicholas Hytner

Cast: Damien Molony, Olivia Vinall, Parth Thakerar, Jonathan Coy, Rosie Hilal, Lucy Robinson, Anthony Calf, Hayley Canham, Eloise Webb, Daisy Jacob, Vera Chok, Kristin Atherton, Benjamin Powell

Flame-finger-brain; brain-finger-ouch. Consciousness.

Tom Stoppard’s newest play ‘about evolutional biology and the banking crisis’ is funny, thought provoking and has some really great rapid fire dialogue. The latter especially when protagonist Hilary shares the stage with her tutor/lover/scientific nemesis Spike.

The stage settings were fitting and functional, set changes accompanied by music from Johann Sebastian Bach,  cameras panning to the beautiful binary/brainwaves lighting installation.

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Treasure Island


Seen January 22 2015

Haydn English Cinema, Vienna

By Robert Louis Stevenson, adapted by Bryony Lavery

Directed by Polly Findlay

Cast: Patsy Ferran, Gillian Hanna, Aidan Kelly, Helena Lymbery, Nick Fletcher, Alexandra Maher, Heather Dutton, Raj Bajaj, Lena Kaur, Daniel Coonan, David Sterne, Paul Dodds, Arthur Darvill, Jonathan Livingstone, Clair-Louise Cordwell, Angela De Castro, David Langham, Alastair Parker, Oliver Birch, Tim Samuels, Joshua James, Roger Wilson, Ben Thompson

Girls need adventures too.

Bryony Lavery adapted this classic for the NT. The original only contains one female character; in this version however, Jim is a girl and some household staff as well as pirates were changed to women, so this production wasn’t the sausage fest that can usually be expected of Treasure Island.

Patsy Ferran, who plays Jim, is one to watch. She carries the play seemingly effortless and more than holds her own against the veterans she shares the stage with. There are however two things upstaging even her: Long John Silver’s remote controlled parrot and the stage setting. From building a planetarium into the Olivier to having the ship in all its several decks high glory ascending from underneath the stage – and receiving applause for its appearance – to Silver’s leg (I’m sure Arthur Darvill was glad he was spared the common peg), everything was cleverly executed.

Speaking of the stage: when the Hispaniola made its way up, I thought that without Tyrone Guthrie and Tanya Moiseiwitsch and their vision of bringing thrust stages into modern times, stage settings in Stratford (Ontario) and the National Theatre would be so much more restricted. It’s fascinating to see what stage designers and directors come up with every time.

This was the National Theatre’s Christmas family show and it showed not just in the funniest looking spilled guts I have seen thus far, but also in little things like the discrepancy between kid-friendly sword fights and the accompanying music that would have seemed overly dramatic in other circumstances.

The performances were solid all around, from the main characters to the singer popping up once in a while. Speaking of which, a question for Canadians who have seen this broadcast: did Gordon Pinsent and Alan Doyle get cloned into one person or is it just me? That would also explain The Royal Bank of Canada being the main sponsor of the play. 😉

Watching this broadcast was a few hours well spent and just plain fun after a day at work.



Live recording from July 17, 2014 at the Wyndham’s Theatre, London

NTL broadcast Oct 23, Haydn English Cinema Vienna

Written by David Hare

Directed by Stephen Daldry

Cast: Carey Mulligan, Bill Nighy, Matthew Beard

Teacher Kyra gets visited by two ‚ghosts‘ from her past in her small east London flat. First Edward Sargeant bursts in, bringing beer and rap CDs and accuses her of leaving his family for no reason. He tells her of the death of his mother and that his father has been impossible to live with since.

Shortly after Edward leaves and Kyra has just started to prepare dinner, Tom Sargeant and his bottle of whisky make an unexpected appearance. In the next hours, while the spaghetti dinner is actually being cooked on stage, Kyra and Tom are not just talking through how they met, became a family and what then happened that tore them apart, but are also throwing a lot of uncomfortable truths at each other. Adding to the already existing conflict is wealthy Tom accusing Kyra of self-punishment and mocking her now unglamorous lifestyle while Kyra is calling him out on being out of touch with reality outside his well-to-do world.

While the production is very 1990s (please don’t bring that kind of jeans jacket back, ever), the play itself is anything but. Even as just a frequent visitor to London who keeps up with the news it is very clear to me that the gap between the Toms and the Kyras is growing bigger every year. Playwright David Hare went into detail regarding the relevance of the play in today’s Britain during the interval interview with Emma Freud and earned applause from the audience for being so frank.

If it sounds like a bleak evening, I can assure you that David Hare didn’t save his humour for interviews; there is also plenty in the play. It’s funny, sad and thought-provoking in equal measure. At one point during the play when Bill Nighy went into one of Tom’s rapid-fire diatribes, I just thought ‘holy ****, that’s a lot of lines there’.

Carey Mulligan (who is on stage the entire time), Bill Nighy and Matthew Beard make their characters believable and real, preventing them from becoming caricatures, which could easily have happened with the two Sargeants who seem to have a knack for drama.

If you have the chance to catch a re-run, go for it and maybe have some spaghetti first.

War Horse

Guest Post from Sister Madly (obscure Crowded House reference of the day) as I was out of the country at the time of the broadcast.20140325_191138

NTLive War Horse Broadcast, Feb. 27

Based on Michael Morpurgo’s 1982 novel and adapted for the stage by Nick Stafford, War Horse has been running in London since 2007, starting out at the National Theatre before being transferred to the West End in 2009. Since 2011, productions have been staged on Broadway, in Toronto, Melbourne and Berlin, with national tours in the US and UK.

Being neither a fan of puppet shows nor of so-called “tear jerkers”, I have to admit that I was very sceptical at first, but still wanted to see what all the fuss was about. At the heart of the show are the amazing life-sized puppets by South Africa’s Handspring Puppet Company, who bring the horses (and other animals, I’m talking about you, Goose…) to life on stage. The puppeteers are not hidden away or work in the shadows, dressed all in black, but they are an integral part of the performance, moving, living and breathing – and neighing – for and with their characters. The acting of the supporting cast, i.e. the “real live characters” is solid throughout, even if the German speaking parts are a little funny to listen to for a native speaker, but the accents were surprisingly good. I also loved the way the story was moved forward through the score and the songs by folk musician John Tams, performed by Christopher Dickins and members of the cast. The sparse set, designed by Rae Smith, and especially the cleverly used projection screen, also fit the production well. It’s clear that the entire crew worked hard to take nothing of the focus away from the real stars – the puppets and the actors animating them.
The live screening was watched simultaneously (or in case of North America near simultaneously) by a whopping 155,000 people worldwide, the largest screening of a National Theatre production yet. The interval interview, conducted as usual by the expendable Emma Freud, was less cringe-worthy than her previous stint with Josie Rourke for the live screening of Coriolanus earlier this year, and both an adorably awkward Michael Morpurgo and co-director Marianne Elliott tried to answer Freud’s extraneous questions with grace and dignity.

Since the owner of this blog abandoned me for Doctor Who, D’Artagnan and The Stig* (do I sound slightly jealous? I do? Good.), I took a fried who is neither a regular theatre goer nor fluent in English, and she was able to follow the story without any problems, and was just as impressed by the production as I was.
*note from ButMadNorth: I stood you up for Captain America in London, dear sister; the (just) causes for jealousy went down the days prior in Liverpool.

The play starts out in rural Devon, where main protagonist Albert Narracott’s (Sion Daniel Young) father Ted buys a foal at an auction just to spite his brother. Despite the lack of mortgage money resulting from the purchase, Albert convinces his mother to raise the foal – named Joey – until he is ready to be sold with profit. Horse and boy quickly form a strong bond. On the outbreak of World War I Ted sells Joey to Lieutenant James Nicholls, who promises Albert to take care of Joey and bring him back after the war. In France, Nicholls is shot and killed, and his sketchbook is sent to Albert just before Christmas, triggering Albert to run away and enlist, lying about his age. Meanwhile Joey falls into the hands of a German officer, Friedrich Müller, who loves horses and despises the war, and after he is killed, Joey and another horse, Topthorn, are forced to work as draft horses, pulling heavy artillery. When Topthorn dies from exhaustion, Joey runs away during a tank attack, getting caught in barbed wire between the enemy lines. Each side sends out a man under a white flag to aid the horse. Flipping a coin after they free the horse, the British soldier wins and takes the wounded horse back to their camp. Meanwhile, Albert is blinded by tear gas and sent to field hospital. He tells his story to a nurse as the injured Joey is brought to the camp by the soldiers. Just as Joey is about to be shot and killed, Albert hears what is going on. He whistles to the horse, who goes to him as he always did. As the soldiers learn his story, they agree to let Albert care for him. Boy and horse return home safe to Devon at the end of the war.

Out of interest, I watched the Stephen Spielberg movie after having seen the live screening of the play, and in typical Hollywood fashion he managed to add inconsequential plot lines and souse everything in pathos. It is still an entertaining film to watch, especially if you haven’t seen the play, with good performances and epic cinematography, but still, Hollywood: Why? WHY? But that should probably be the topic of a different blog.

NTLive Coriolanus Live Broadcast, Jan 30

DSCN1521Cinemas in Vienna jumped on the theatre bandwagon only very recently, so this was the second live broadcast (after the RSC’s Richard II) we had the opportunity to see and the first where I had seen the play live before. I am not going to wax on about the play itself – I have already done that here – but on the cinema screening.

Of course there is a huge difference in being in the actual theatre and seeing a broadcast, but it’s really the next best thing and gives a lot of people who otherwise wouldn’t have the chance to see the play access to great productions.

It is also a great way to discover new things about a play you have already seen. You never catch everything and there were a lot of plays I would have liked the chance to revisit and dissect more. In this production for example, I had missed the moment Volumnia finally realised she just practically killed her son. I think I was checking if there were already swords being sharpened or tempers rising stage left right then.

On the other hand, some things are hard to be picked up by the cameras, especially in such a small theatre as the Donmar. When one of Aufidius’ men (Mark Stanley) was stealthily creeping up behind Coriolanus, I had one eye on Coriolanus and Aufidius and one eye on him. In the broadcast, he popped into the frame rather suddenly when he was already right behind Coriolanus which caused some in the audience to laugh.

Technically, the broadcast was really well done. There were a few minor sound glitches in the beginning and two tiny camera mishaps, but none of those lasted more than half a second and there were no issues for the rest of the play.

The interview with Josie Rourke during intermission was dispensable even though she managed to gracefully make the most out of being asked stupid questions. I would have been more interested in the production process than in why people chose to sleep in front of the theatre hoping for day tickets. Rourke is not only the director of the play but also artistic director of the Donmar, for crying out loud.

The really embarrassing part was the sexiest man alive question (if you can call that a question at all). Not only did Emma Freud put herself in the same league as the two girls jumping up and down yelling ‘oh my God!’ in the loo in our cinema, it was disrespectful and insulting to both the director and the actor to insinuate the play’s lead might have not been cast on merit but for looks and fanbase.

I get extremely ticked off whenever someone suggests a woman might have gotten a job on her looks (or worse), but if we are equally as stupid in judging men, we have absolutely no leg to stand on. If I choose looking at that comment on a lighter note than the above, it was fangirling which is still unprofessional and irksome.

I suspect there were a lot of theatre newbies in the cinemas, for some of them it was probably even the first time they were confronted with Shakespeare. It would be interesting to know how many of those were bitten by the theatre bug. I also hope that the plays are going to be released on DVD/BluRay/VoD at some point, so even more have access to them. Until then, we’ll just keep buying tickets for the screenings as soon as they are announced. Just keep them coming NTL and RSC!