a sweet play about coming of age and coming to grips with sexuality, with parents and with life itself sad and happy, sweet and rough, the play draws you in and thanks to the intimate theatre makes you part of it all. The cast – Suranne Jones as overworked mother, newcomers as Jamie and Ste and to my huge surprise Oliver Farnworth (of Holding the Man) as young lover Tony – was excellent. And that Oliver seemed to recognise us at the stagedoor and signed our programs – it was the icing on the cake.
Peter and Alice – a play about the real life people who were the inspiration of Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland and how they were coping with their lives as characters in beloved books. It takes away their real life, says Peter. It enhances life, thinks Alice. and she offers to show him her wonderland.
It’s Helen Mirren.
Should be enough, shouldn’t it?
- an exceptional portrait of 12 Prime Ministers from Her Highness’ point of view. Helen Mirren is amazing – with a raised eyebrow she can frighten men into obedience – and women, as one of her PMs was Lady Thatcher. Now of course I don’t know how the real queen behaves, but in the play there’s a lot of self deprication and a very astute view of the world.
As always The Globe Theatre and its play proved to be an event, a dive into a time long past, complete with uncomfortable seats and stuffed auditorium, but also complete with brilliant actors and a beautiful interpretation of the Tempest – they actually CARRY a huge ship through the groundlings to symbolise the storm! Also remarkably good: Ariel, in a flimsy feathery costume – Colin Morgan from Merlin-fame – was a limber, lithe and very fluttery spirit whose facial expressions were to die for!
He’s from Sydney. I admit that was one of the reasons I immediately booked a ticket to his show. That and his YouTube videos. Lucky me – I wasn’t disappointed. Trevor Ashley not only has the voice to be a poignant imitator of Liza Minelli (if you closed your eyes – not advised though, as his face does hilarious things while he sings – you heard HER sing!), he is also a storm on stage.
And he knows even the smallest of gestures that “make” Liza. That and his hilarious running commentary, showing a deeply disturbed, clueless yet talented person made for a brilliant evening with loads of laughter. (Liza: “I am a gay icon. I’m proud of it. I love my gays. I love them so much, that priest in front of us keeps marrying me to them!” “David… David Guest with his botox drip firmly attached to his forehead…” “Liz … Liz Taylor was my guest of honor, my bridesmaid was Michael Jackson… he had so much class… ” …”Pink! (the artist, comm.) Pink, oh I love him!” “Take Lady GaGa – well if I’ve learned one thing it’s that you need a penis to have a career….”)
It was fun, it was rude and with no respect whatsoever – it was a brilliant evening at the Cabaret (which s/he sang as well). That Trevor joined his fans at the bar at the Metropol theatre after his show to chat a bit was just an added bonus
This is a play from the year 2002 – it’s been archived by the State Theatre, recorded by one fixed camera, strictly for research purposes. Now because Simon Burke is brilliant and a miracle worker, I was allowed into the archives of the theatre to watch this surrealistic farce by young German author David Gieselmann. To say I was happily overwhelmed is an understatement.
Title giving Mr Kolpert is a work colleague in a higher position of Sarah and Ralf. The two have invited friends – but their apartment is bare except for a rather large chest in the middle of the living room. There is nothing to eat as well! So when Edith and Bastian (Simon Burke) arrive there’s the question what to drink, eat and where to sit… And while Ralf is ordering pizza on the phone (not made easier by wife and guests repeatedly changing/repeating the varieties they want) Sarah also makes small talk – did they know Mr Kolpert?
There is an ominous knocking sound nobody can place at first – does it come from outside, is the pizza already being delivered? Or is it in the next room – or is it… the chest … the one item in the room nobody can overlook, the pink elephant?
And then it turns out – Mr Kolpert, with whom meek Edith of all people says she had an affair, who is missing – has been killed. Sarah and Ralf have killed him and stuffed him into the chest that is still standing in the middle of their bare living room. So while they are waiting for their pizzas to be delivered and while Bastian gets more and more aggressive, he and Edith try to open the chest while Sarah and Ralf are trying to prevent that. Even pizza delivery boy joins in – mostly because he’s mixed up their orders – and the terror of knowing that there is a dead person in their midst grows.
When they finally manage to break the chest open… it is empty.
But in the midst of relief and growing jealousy on Bastian’s side, growing confusion on pizza boy’s and simple glee on Sarah and Ralf’s because they were able to fool them all… fists fly and in the tumble between the two men and the two women with pizza boy as a reluctant spectator, they crash into a wall.
The killing couple had stuffed the corpse into the dry wall.
It is as if the revelation of the murder and the uncovering of the corpse has freed primal instincts in everybody. They barely and now for real have stuffed Kolpert into the large chest when rage and bottled up anger come to the fore. And it is Edith, shy, meek Edith, who finally raises her hand against her husband under whose short fuse she obviously had suffered for years. Bastian is still half alive when they stuff him, with multiple stab wounds bleeding out, into the chest to their first victim. Because… to kill somebody could be the new normal…
This farce is a brilliant example that even partly repetitive and even nonsensical text combined with a strange, weird plot full of violence and malignance can make sense and lead to some soul searching in the audience if, IF great actors lend their talent.
As was the case in this production. There was not one moment – not even the laughable ones – when I wasn’t mesmerized by the sheer ferocity of Sarah and Ralf and by the very clever way they lured first Bastian, then Edith into their spider’s web of lies and deception, until Edith finally snapped.
And I had to think – what does it take to snap? How cold are we already to dine over a dead body, just being happy it’s not us. And how did Sarah and Ralf first start to kill…
It might also not come as a surprise that I was absolutely enraptured by Burke’s portrayal of Bastian – his command of his voice, facial expressions and finally body made it a joy to watch his fight with his rage, his conscious and finally with Ralf and with Edith and Sarah. He delivered yet another remarkable piece of work and I was so glad I was allowed to watch it.
It’s an amazing play and I am so very privileged to have seen it. My gratitude knows no bounds. (I want a DVD – yes, I am that entitled!) LOL