Groß und Klein May 12th, ’12

In Austria we have Festival Season when – during Summer – most of the regular theatres are closing down but hordes of tourists are coming to see theatre. This year’s season started last night – and in Vienna with a real gem: Botho Strauß’ “Groß und Klein”. And we were able to bring the Australian production in – with the stunningly brilliant Cate Blanchett (who, I can now safely say, is gravelly underused in her movie-schticks) as Lotte.

And yes – Botho Strauß’ text and its whole concept of being more and more isolated when your partner leaves you, to the point where you are no longer able to communicate – it wouldn’t work without Cate Blanchett any longer. Written in ’78 the play shows the rapid descent into devastating loneliness because the partner left for another, younger, sexier woman. The problem being that almost 50 years later, probably everybody in the audience has already lived through this kind of separation anxiety without losing oneself into nothingness. Having a partner no longer is – or at least no longer has to be – the sole meaning of life.

That said, I loved the play. In ten “scenes” we are witness to a life being lost, a spirit being slowly suffocated by an unresponsive and largely silent group of friends, strangers, family. Lotte is an excentric, interesting, artsy person who loves to draw and is good at it. But after her husband Paul leaves her, she loses touch – loses her ability to connect with people. She rents a room in the same house where Paul is now living with his new lover, and is surprised when first she can’t win him back, and then is forced out by the rest of the tenants she wasn’t able to befriend even though she tried.

She shows up at the doorstep of her “best friend” who turns out to be a friend from grammar school she hasn’t seen in decades. She offers to lend an ear to Meggy’s problems, but ends up being used as a shoulder to cry on and thrown out as soon as Meggy feels better. The rooms that have been closing in on her get smaller all the time.  Lotte finds herself in a phone box, decorated with flowers and a chair, calling Paul over and over again, speaking into his answering machine, just in order to talk.

When she finally makes it to her happily married brother she has to realise that the man is hitched to an alcoholic wife and only partner in a dentist’s practice because said wife is the daughter of the owner. Her attempts at helping her brother who has long given up any hope of happiness in this family,  fail and she is on the road again. Tries being a girlfriend to an accountant who cannot cope with her excentricities, finally living rough and chatting up a young man at a bus stop with the fabulous story of being one of the 36 righteous people in the world, doing good deeds, so that god will not destroy mankind. The young man, fascinated by her tale as much as by her looks, turns away in disgust when she starts rummaging in a waste bin in search of newspapers, trying to find out if journalist Paul has written anything in them.

And finally we find her in the waiting room of a doctor’s practice, silent, just sitting there as if waiting for something, while the patients are called in to the doctor’s office one after the other. Patients that have already given her a wide berth, unwilling to communicate, unable to communicate with her. When finally everyone is done, the Doctor comes out – and it is yet another ironic twist that he is played by Robert Menzies who also is Paul – asking her if she has been seen. “I am not sick”, Lotte says and it seems as if she wants to be ill, just to connect again. “Then you should leave now” the Doctor says and Lotte nods, gets up and walks away into the dusk.

To see Lotte metamorphose from the excentric, happy go lucky, chatty woman from the beginning, who can’t stop talking, charming people, to the silent, hollow soul at the end is really gripping, thanks largely to Cate Blanchett’s skills and a great translation of Botho Strauß’ German text. Of course the audience came mostly to see the Hollywood great, but that way they were treated to a brilliant evening at the theatre, with a great cast even aside from marvellous Cate B. They seemed to have been sucked into the play  because there were 8 or 10 curtain calls and they were well deserved.

A tiny aside: As the actors were brought in from Australia I got to listen to the awesome cadence of Australian English. I think I’m still smiling today… ;)

Seminar May 2nd ’12

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They are four star students, all determined to become successful novelists, all driven by their own egoes and the drive to become famous. And so they each pay 5000 Dollars and book the title-Seminar with Professor Leonard who is only taking the best students of the year for his ten sessions of – it turns out – cold, relentless criticism, designed to destroy, then remodel the wannabe-writers.

There’s rich boy Douglas (Jerry O’Connell) with an almighty best selling father who never had to fight for anything in his life. He is cockily convinced to be brilliant – and destroyed with a few well placed words.

There’s insecure Kate (Zoe Lister Jones) who has rewritten her novel for nine years and yet is privileged and talented.

There’s sexy Izzy (Hettienne Park) who uses her body as her weapon to get what she wants, and who has no inhibitions at all.

And then there’s repressed Martin (Justin Long) who is very combative, but is holding back his work – not so much because he thinks it’s bad, but because he thinks nobody is actually worth it to read his novel.

And there is Leonard (Jeff Goldblum) who with painful precision, sarcasm and a great deal of vanity and self centeredness tears the work of his student apart and rips it to pieces.

First is Douglas whom he tells he’s good. Good, but hollow. And that he’d do great in Hollow-wood. He mocks Kate for her obsession with her one novel until she’s throwing him out of her Manhattan apartment that is their meeting place each week. But as she does, Izzy, who has an affair with Martin, gets closer to Leonard – and thus a better review of her work than the others. And as the former friends start to disassemble and regroup and form new alliances, and learn that their teacher – who wrote best selling novels until he was accused of plagiarism – is not as good as they thought – or is he? – they finally accept what Leonard tries to teach them – to survive according to their talent.

Douglas is set up with two major Hollywood scriptwriters and obviously charms them, Kate – who faked the “biography” of a drag rapper and finally found something akin to acceptance from Leonard – is copy editing the work of others and Izzy found a job in a hip literary blog and loves it.

Martin is the only one who is still fighting with his inner demons, even though Leonard thinks he is the only one who actually has the talent to actually become a writer. It’s just that Martin can’t accept the guidance of someone whom he doesn’t respect. Until he by chance finds the new novel of his teacher and it is brilliant. And so a treaty is formed between the two men – in order to form a novelist out of raw talent.

I didn’t think it would be, but it was – funny. Very funny indeed. The biting criticism from Leonard is delivered in short bursts of energy, mixed with name dropping vanity and tales of his latest trips into dangerous war- and post-war- zones. And a war zone is this seminar as well. A war zone where alliances, fights, deep – metaphorical – wounds and finally submission happen no matter how and in what way they try to stop it. O’Connell was very good as the fresh faced “prince” who would definitely blend into the hollywood crowd seamlessly, as were Zoe and Hettienne. Justin Long did an amazing job as the repressed genius, down to the being homeless to afford the seminar part.

And then there was Jeff Goldblum – whom I had seen in Speed the Plow in London, with Kevin Spacey. And I really liked him a lot, his lanky frame a tool to make his outbursts even more significant, his expressive eyes and long fingers additional means of his acting that haul you in and hold you in fascinated attention. Can you hear the “but”?

I had seen a lot of these tools and mannerisms in London. Then as now they fit the character Goldblum plays, but it is quite a bit of a let down when it seems that this great actor is just copying the same character over and over again. I therefore would have loved to see Alan Rickman in the same part.

That said and please remember, I really liked the show as a whole, I was a bit surprised it didn’t get a Tony-nod. And I was even more surprised when the day after the nominations were out the plug was pulled prematurely on the play. Maybe the knowledge that the play would only have 4 more days to live was the reason why Goldblum didn’t come out at the matinee when I was stagedooring. He had, after all, only taken over a few weeks before from Rickman and in that time the theatre suffered from a serious almost 50% drop in ticket sales. Its premature closing is a shame, I think, but of course understandable from the producers’ point of mercantile view.

 

 

 

The Columnist 29th April, ’12

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Just how involved should a journalist get? How deeply entangled should he be with the subjects of his columns? Just how far should he venture into newsmaking instead of news reporting?

These are the central questions in The Columnist, and they are brilliantly asked by John Lithgow as real life political columnist Joseph Alsop who influenced and made politics via his column in 160 newspapers in the US. His home in Washington was a meeting place for Senators and Presidents, he was feared and therefore able to make his “suggestions” heard and followed by the rulers and people in power. And one of the most powerful people at that time was Joseph Alsop.

Only once he was exposed: picked up in a hotel bar in Russia he spends a night with a russian tour guide, totally unaware that blonde Andrej who so convincingly told him he was actually attracted to him and loved the sex with him, Andrej who spoke four languages and still was only a tour guide, was in truth KGB – his hotel room had been bugged and the photos of him having sex with another man used to blackmail the powerful journalist.

this was not only the beginning of the play, it also was the beginning of Alsop’s lifelong paranoia which grew more and more prominent, the older he got. But at first it didn’t stop his meddling with politics. Even when his brother seeks another job because he does not want to be in the middle of all that scheming, Joseph continues, even marrying his housekeeper, telling her he is not interested in her as a woman, but offering her a lifestyle in the middle of parties and power. On the day John F Kennedy is elected president, the most important party, the party where the president shows up to relax and have a chat, is the one in Alsop’s house – the center of the universe.

But there are consequences to Alsop’s take on political journalism. As he is so close to the powerful people he should be writing about, they are able to influence him by catering to his vanity. His brother sees it, his co workers see it and there are rumors about certain pictures. And then his friend, charismatic leader Kennedy is assassinated. His writing changes – nothing is good enough compared with the dead prince of camelot. His influence, though still there, is waning even tho he is still feared. and then his wife leaves – she had thought she could .. “change” him and she breaks when he mercilessly makes fun of her desperate attempt to explain her desires.

Alone after his brother’s death from Leukemia he writes against the hippie movement, against the peace rallies and stands by his conviction that the vietnam war is an american success. Alone and even without contact to his beloved step daughter he finally meets a young Russian in a park in Washington – a man who turns out to be Andrej who is now an attache at the ambassy, trying to apologize and give back the negatives. But Alsop, faced with the young man can only think about his revenge – he will write a column that will destroy Andrej’s life, maybe even cost it.

It is late that night and Alsop is sitting over his column – a death sentence in cold war Russia. but for once he actually SEES the consequences of his writing up close and personal. and probably for the first time in his life he destroys a column and will be late delivering his work…

Lithgow is absolutely brilliant as the assholey journalist who is using his power to manipulate and gain power instead of observing and writing about it. He delivers a character study of how power can make you lose sight of integrity and personal happiness while you are driven into paranoia and loneliness. It is the perfect play to compliment The Best Man – both being about the corruption of the mind, of losing sight of your principles – but from different points of view. I just was lucky to have booked these two plays in consecutive order (unknowingly, tho!)

The Best Man 29th April, ’12

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This play is a  must see for various reasons – first of all it’s an old but very current story about politics and how easy it is to become corrupted by the lure of power. And secondly it features an all star cast that is so amazing one has to see it to believe that all these highest class actors came together for one play. And according to Playbill the producers lured them all in with each other… ;)

Who wants it most? that is the central theme of this high class drama (made into a movie in 1966 with Henry Fonda and Cliff Robertson): During the pre election of the front runner of their party William Russell (John Larroquette), almost too honest for the job to come bt never faithful to his long suffering wife (Candice Bergen and marvellous), and slick, young Joseph Cantwell (Eric McCormack), who’ll say anything to succeed, are trying to get the votes of the senators in a hotel in Philadelphia. They’re also desperately trying to get endorsed by President Hockstader (James Earl Jones – brilliant) and the Chairman of the Women’s Division, Sue Ellen Gamadge (Angela Lansbury, and divine as always).

Russell is a man of conviction and hopes to elevate politics beyond the personal attack. Cantwell is a political street fighter who practices a “means justifies the ends” strategy, willing to crush any opponent.

For ex-president Hockstader it’s Russell’s inability to act that’s his flaw. Russell, a man of conscience, sees too many sides to issues, he is paralyzed by analysis. Hockstader, a practical man, is ready to endorse Cantwell.

And while hot shot Cantwell uses polls and digging up dirt on anyone standing in his way, Russell tries to keep politics clean. He doesn’t really succeed tho – Cantwell acquires Russell’s hospital files from years ago, when he had a nervous breakdown and intends to use them to make Russell go away. And Russell’s campaign manager finds out that now married with children Cantwell has been court martialled during his military years – because of being gay.

And even though blackmailing Cantwell with these papers goes against everything Russell believes in he finally is willing to use this dynamite in order to keep Cantwell from being elected – because Russell believes he is the better man for the job. And then – former president Hockstader collapses and dies – his hernia operation was a smoke screen – he had been suffering from cancer for the longest time. And while Hockstader dies in hospital, Russell finally makes up his mind and comes to a decision.

He steps out of the race and gives his votes not to Cantwell, but the unknown, faceless third contender – because the less is known about the new candidate the more people can interpret into his actions. He will turn out to become the best man.

James Earl Jones is amazing – his booming voice and stance commands the authority of a president effortlessly. Angela Lansbury is a brilliantly annoying Chairman for women’s affairs, defending old fashioned women’s behaviour and requiring the same from the future First Lady. These two actors obviously make everyone else trying to be at their best and so the rest of the brilliant cast is trying to live up to their high standards – and they are succeeding.

The play is brilliantly done, in a theatre decorated as a political stage in 1960, which is an awesome idea and makes the audience part of the action. It’s only  a14 weeks run, so if you get tickets, go see it – it’s brilliant – even more so in pre-election time USA of today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t dress for Dinner 28th April, ’12

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It’s a hoot. It’s pure complicated, intelligent, sexy fun and it’s worth seeing more than once. Actually – I’d recommend seeing it twice at least – after all you’ll be laughing through some of the hilarious scenes and therefore miss out on further fun! It’s tumultuous, fast paced, delivered at breakneck speed precise farce. Rush to see it!

Written in the 60ies, this farce fits seamlessly into the tradition of its predecessor Boeing, Boeing (remember the movie w Jerry Lewis and Tony Curtis?) and is a perfect example for a modern version of the screwball comedies of the 40ies and 50ies – after all: intelligent comedy never gets out of fashion.

That said I need to emphasize that this farce lives and dies with the actors involved – and that it lives and thrives is largely because of the skills of these actors: There is Adam James as the notorious lothario Bernard, who even after marrying cannot stop to pursue every skirt in the vicinity. His long suffering wife Jacqueline is played by Patricia Kalember – who it turns out does have secrets of her own.  There’s Jennifer Tilly, absolutely brilliant as the busty Suzanne, Spencer Kayden as Suzette, ze cooook who gets paid a lot of extras and David Aron Damane as her husband George who has a short but sweet appearance at the end of the play.

And then there is Ben Daniels as Robert. And he takes Farce to a whole new level. He becomes the 42 year old divorced Brit living in Mont Matreux (montmartre) with his two cats, who just came home from Kuala Lumpur.

Robert is the alibi guest in Bernard’s weekend house (a converted barn) – with Jacqueline soon to be out to go to her mom for the weekend Bernard had invited his new conquest, knock out Suzanne for an intimate birthday celebration; and Robert is brought in  in order to derail the nosy neighbours. What Bernard hadn’t considered: as soon as Jacky hears Robert is back she cancels her visit to her mother because – ooops – she has an affair with eager Robert!

Which has to be hidden from Bernard. Bernard, who wants Robert to pose as the boyfriend of his lover Suzie so that Bernard still can have his way with his mistress. Which doesn’t go over too well with Jacky who is enraged that Robert apparently has a second mistress next to her…

And to make things really complicated Suzette arrives just as husband and wife are out groceries shopping – and Robert assumes this is Suzie, Bernard’s girl on the side. As the good friend that he is, Robert introduces cook Suzette to the elaborate scheme and after 200 franc pass hands the cook accepts – in a way that makes Robert think she’s a pro hooker.

And yet it is not before knock out Suzie arrives and immediately snogs the life out of Robert, when things get really out of hand.

Now it would be too much to give an exact summary – I’m afraid it would probably kill the fun.

Just: the magnificent slapstick is displayed in such brilliant precision the audience is absolutely rolling out of their seats. There is the scene when Robert first comes into the house and is greeted by Jacky – very sexily. Before Bernard comes down and sees him he’s thrown out again only to come in a second later, hat askew and echoeing Jerry Lewis. I choked on my laughter, he was so brilliant.

There is the fabulous phone scene where Bernard tells his mistress to pretend being Robert’s girlfriend while Robert desperately tries to grab the receiver from Bernard. The two men end up entangled in phone cable and Robert’s face ends up in Bernard’s crotch – his face: priceless.

There’s Robert trying to get to know Bernard’s girlfriend in order to pretend she’s his girlfriend, only – he’s already mistaken Suzette the cook for Bernard’s mistress Suzie – and so he drops his pants to show off his recent appendix scar. I hadn’t known one could contort a body the way Robert is tying himself into a knot. Or when Robert desperately tries to understand what Bernard tries to tell him with gestures only – Robert, having no clue what his friend’s waves mean, starts to dance to put Jacky off their scent… and he moves and shakes – there is not a dry eye in the audience.

There is cook Suzie, sexy dress and french accent firm in place, pretending to be Robert’s cousin (“you arrre quite ze hunk, Unc!”), dancing the Tango with Robert. It’s a mixture of argentinian and french tango and Spencer Kayden seems to be a trained dancer, her ochos certainly are very precise. I never knew that steamy tango could ever be so sexily funny, tho: Robert’s face when she kicksteps between his legs is to die for.

And the way both men are reduced to stammering idiots at the sight of Suzette’s muscly husband George is more than just hilarious. Robert’s face when yet another batch of 200 franc change hands – this time given to George – and he answers George’s jovial “how are you, Uncle??” with a rather desperate “I survive” is just incredible.

Finally – when fast thinking Robert has “explained” the whole situation – or rather explained it away – and Bernard ends up in bed with Jacky – it’s Robert’s time: sexy buxomy Suzie, in search of a new benefactor, silently creeps over to Robert’s room just as Robert realises he won’t get any – erm his affair with Jacky is most likely over. And as she sheds first her black flimsy robe and then throws her nighty enticingly at Robert, Robert gets over his lost love rather “OH …MY…GOD!!” very quickly.

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I said it before and I’ll repeat it gladly – Ben Daniels shines in this part. Known mostly for intense and stark parts he is certainly revelling in being dorkily funny in a both mentally and physically challenging part. And he enthusiastically delves into it every night, some nights twice. “I can eat so much right now, it just falls off me”, he – obviously delighted – confided when I met him at the stage door. There’s no doubt that his perfect comic timing lifts the farce to new levels of fun, even making Adam James – who has the least gratifying part in this play – sympathetic. Ben’s face throughout the play is worth a second, third viewing alone. I really wish they’d record this version of the farce for posterity.

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Pam Ann, You F*Coffee April 13th, 14th

I laughed till I almost peed myself. My make-up went all runny and my cheeks ached. It was two hours of deliciously naughty, rude, clever fun in the Festival of shameless arts currently on in Vienna. And I do admire Ms Pam Ann that she very obviously created her program especially for us, the Viennese. There was lots of talk about AUA (our national airline) which has been bought by Lufthansa (the Germans) and now tries to keep Emirates Air (“You don’t like to hear that name here in Vienna, do you?”) out of our airport because – well, they’re cheaper and offer better service.

First off a little explanation: Pam Ann is truly  too good to be true – she’s the alter ego of Australian comedienne Caroline Reid and incredibly successful with her Pam Ann Show on aussie TV. Now see how I came upon her: http://www.celebritynetworth.com/watch/vP0wAHK_4P0/pam-ann-simon-burke/  and believe you me – she is TAME in comparison to her live show. And onto the live show:

It all starts with an info screen that shows various destinations and various airlines (like Qantas to Sydney – in repair; or American Airlines to Las Vegas – no crew yet; or Al’Italia to Rome – departure at 8.20-ish; and finally Lufthansa to Berlin – you better be on time!) which is hilarious in itself. They update themselves regularly till all show that we now all are on the way to Paradise… Then Ms Pam Ann peruses the new (and I think rather short lived) TV-show Pan Am and copies herself into the various scenes, not one of which is now appropriate for children any longer.

Then Pam Ann comes out and states – she is only going to talk to first class and business. Everyone from the seventh row on is a non-entity to her – “I smell you, don’t you wash? I’ll have flight attendants come to you with bricks to build a wall between you and us”. This was followed by stabs against various airlines – British Airlines with their new marketing strategy “What would Kate do?” the Kate in question of course being Kate Middleton. So in case of an emergency – Kate would do NOTHING because she’s the f..ing future queen. She has people who do things for her!!!!

Or the story about the point of no return when an aircraft must take off,  when … “what, you haven’t heard of that? You are living in a f….ing fairy tale land. No – no kidding – your houses are all gingerbread houses, your people are all so f…ing friendly and even your names… cute, really fucking cute!” … a spanish plane didn’t know how to use the runway and was on course to crashing with a Lufthansa aircraft. And the tower said “helloooo Lufthansa…” that’s the gay coordinator on – “hellooo Lufthansa, you are ready for take offffff!” then he sees the intercepting aircraft and “Hello LUFTHANSA STOP!!!!” just before the point of noi return and all you see is – whomp. And Lufthansa stops “ja? what waz the problem. Ve stopped. Ve have a bit hot tyres now but ve can return immediately.” Now picture that with an easy jet machine. The gay coordinator comes on again, turns to his colleage: should we even bother?  and booooom, one problem less!

Also the story about the tears in the wings of the qantas airbusses – “yes, you don’t know them, they can’t even LAND in Vienna, they’re so … BIG!” – yeah, you heard about that, didn’t you? That’s because we Australians are so f…ing loud! HE WE HAVE TEARS IN OUR WINGS! LISTEN WORLD! TEARS!!!! Emirates Airlines are much more discreet “cha mana chacha, psst, decha mahaamo – give them free stuff they won’t see a thing!”

Or why it takes so long to get off a plane in Schipohl: Because KLM is the last airline to offer their first class passengers gifts – tiny little ceramic houses, a new one every year, filled with … Gin of course. So the stewardess comes out with a tray full of houses and every gay has a list on his phone or iPad where the houses he has are ticked off “Do you have ’67? oh yes, love, take a look….” So that’s why it takes hours to unboard in Schipohl – BECAUSE THE F…ING GAYS CAN’T DECIDE WHICH HOUSE THEY WANT!”

And so it goes on and even after seeing it two times I am not able to remember all the hilarious jokes and innuendoes an incredibly brilliant Pam Ann was delivering at a breakneck speed. There was the dig against Virgin Airlines who are apparently crap but their stewardesses are hot and easy to fuck, against Austrian – you are dressed all in red – against the red walls your stewardesses just vanish – very clever, against the “jeanny”-like stewardesses of Emirates with their tiny little veils and then they blink and are gone! and finally against Air France who are so stuck up they don’t serve you because that’s not a good enough job for them.

It finally ends with another brilliant montage of Pam Ann starring in The Exorcist, Superman, The Godfather. By that time we were all exhausted from laughter but would have gone on for ages if it were only possible! Truly, I hope she comes back next year – Vienna obviously loves her, both shows were sell out successes!

Es ist immer jetzt April 5th

 

Now that was … something else.

But let me start from.. the start. The title of the show is “it is always now” – and a colleague of mine waxed lyrical about it. So I got curious and myself a ticket. I should have caught on that something’s wrong when the show obviously wasn’t sold out. And when I realised that I was probably the youngest member of the audience.

But I still was really looking forward to  Burgtheater-Doyen Michael Heltau with his one man show. Even though the only decoration on stage was a microphone used as a stand for a panama hat.

It got worse. I think I saw a Eulogy – sung by Heltau for himself. The man is over 80 and he was so fabulous when he was younger. He  was the first to interpret Jacques Brel’s chansons in German and he was really good at it, too.
But at this show all he did was talk-singing one song after the other, each one more depressing and frustrating as the one before. It was all about people with no chances in life, people who are mourning their youth, their loves, their lost opportunities. It was Jacques Brel all right – but I guess it was a very bad translation – I mean Brel did sing about depressing themes, but he was all about going to the edge of the abyss, then turn around and challenge fate: hit me now, you are not going to bring me to my knees. In these translations Heltau did go to the ledge of the abyss and then took a step forward to fall to death instead of fight.

With a lot of sadness I thought back to the absolutely brilliant “Jacques Brel is alive and well and living in Paris” I saw  in my beloved Stratford Shakespeare Festival in Canada, where the translations were so much more accurate. Also: the small band on stage did not much to enhance the performance, not even when during one song they had to hum along the song .After 45 minutes was intermission8.15 and with the program’s end planned for 10  I decided I am not depressed enough to endure that any longer. I left, and I wasn’t alone, either. (I met people paying with a burgtheater- card in the parking garage just like me LOL)

I guess I’m just very spoiled. The signature shows I saw by Simon Burke or John Barrowman are so much better, they are not even in the same universe than this. They are structured and fun and moving and more than worth the money. This show was just incredibly depressing – also because it was the demontage of a former talent – and there only remains one question: What did  my colleague actually see in this awful performance…

 

 

Mary Poppins Feb. 2012

Now I do realise that this is going to be a bit biased (yeah, what a surprise) as my most favorite actor/singer/entertainer is participating in the show. But that said I will try and be as objective as I can be despite the fact that I enjoyed the show tremendously – all eight times I saw it. ;)

Prior to coming to Australia’s lovely Brisbane I’d read many a raving review on the show, and I hoped the musical wouldn’t disappoint. Well, it didn’t – which shouldn’t come as a surprise as it’s Disney. Which means it’s a highly professional production with a lot of love for details and an impeccable cast – that’s what Disney does best.

I just assume the story of Mary Poppins is well known through the books of PL Travers or the Disney movie. If not, I added a rather extensive summary complete with “songs” and “dance numbers” in quotation marks below. All this because I really really want to delve into the characters of the play first.

First of all – the children: four girls, four boys, alternating the parts of Jane and Michael and each of them such a talent, so absolutely brilliant on stage. As I saw the musical more than once I am lucky enough to have seen both main cast and understudies – and it was a joy to watch them. The kids are rarely off stage (just to get another costume on) and all share an obvious enthusiasm both for acting and singing. Yes,  one girl had better enunciation or was more natural, yes, one of the boys has a face just made for the stage with bright red hair, too. But all in all they were each fabulous in their own way.

Then Bert – played by Matt Lee – he is an amazing dancer with a stamina that is breathtaking. There is this one routine where he has to walk up the walls and then dance while hanging from the ceiling to “step in time” and he is just brilliant. He even manages to sing hanging in the rafters, while tap dancing. I get dizzy just describing it. As the storyteller he too rarely leaves the stage and his presence reminded me strongly of an irish leprechaun, a youthful, beard less version at least, no stranger to trickery but not mean spirited in the least.

And then Matt Lee had to leave for Perth on a publicity tour and Drew Weston had to take over. And he was great – he took a different approach to the part, a more mature, less cheeky, wink-wink one, more the one of a hero in disguise, waiting for his moment, and it worked. While a little breathless during the first few minutes of his performance he was flawless even tho, as he confided at the stage door, he hadn’t stood in for Matt in over five months. He delivered a solid, spirited performance and I consider myself lucky to have seen it!

Mary Poppins – I am convinced Verity Hunt-Ballard was born to do this part. She has a natural elegance and does the part with vigor and poise, and the voice of a lark, and all that without a single hair out of place. I know it’s all down to make-up and behind the scenes work, but the way she is leading is just amazing. Even in the huge tap dance number to “step in time” she is spit spot speck perfect in every way, never losing the natural grace that looks so easy and takes so much work.

This is brought to mind when the understudy takes over – now, every understudy is doing a fantastic job and they are all very well trained, of course. But there was a certain lack of confidence and composure I spotted – and I’m quite sure the rest of the audience was unaware of. The one thing the audience noticed tho was the total failure of the contraption that enabled Mary to fly one matinee. The thing got stuck behind the scenes with the poor understudy in it and they had to draw the curtain and end the show without the remarkable flying act that made the children scream every day. I hear they had to untangle the poor woman who was shaken but not injured. whew.

What bothered me, though: I found some of the educational turns Mary Poppins has to take quite creepy, to be honest, but then in every good fairy tale there is also an amount of horror and in this case it might just be the number “playing the game” – might just be me, though.

Another part where I had the chance to see two different actresses play on stage: Mrs Brill, the cook. Sally-Anne Upton was brilliant, absolutely marvellous and able to take her part and turn it into theatre gold: the way she pronounced the word heirloom will be forever in my mind, the hhhhhhhhhheirloom in question being a dainty vase. Her understudy was very well prepared but lacked in body volume as much as in comic timing, I am afraid. She was good, but in comparison not nearly as good as Upton. Again this is something the audience would not be aware of and I know that I’m lucky to have been able to notice it.

For comic relief and as counterpart to Mrs Brill is valet Robertson Ay (Christopher Rickerby) the right sort of clumsy and well meaning, he and Upton playing off each other delightfully.

Unfortunately I just saw Pippa Grandison as Winifred Banks – she has the least appreciative part in the play. Rather dim and dumb she has to try and find her niche in family life, not succeeding much as a mother, a wife or a lady of society. Her character doesn’t have the chance to shine in a dance number – the one song where she could join she is just allowed to stand there, ruffling her long skirt to expose her undergarments. And she has just one song, “being Mrs Banks”, but sadly the orchestra comes on a bit strong and drowns her out almost completely. I would have liked to see what any understudy could have made with the part, but it wasn’t to be and so Winifred Banks stays rather bland and lackluster in my memory.

Not so, of course, George Banks. Simon Burke is obviously my most favorite actor by far, his talent always as much a joy to see shining as his down to earth personality and his considerable charm make it easy to approach him at the stagedoor.

What he does with the part of Mr Banks is remarkable. From the clearly damaged man, incapable of showing his children any affection or his wife any love he changes through the course of the play into a man fighting for his family and finally into a  loving father and husband. It is a character study, showing change in small gestures and his expressive face.

There is this one scene where his children try to say good night and he finally realises that he is able to show them love without losing his standing as a father – and the kids, knowing that he has lost his job, probably for good, offer him their sixpence – a little money to loosen up the situation (an expression Michael clearly has heard from his father before) – and Banks is just standing there, tears running down his face, from this moment on a changed man. (I do not have to mention that this was also the moment when I reached for anything – usually my shirt – to wipe away the annoying dampness in my face, do I?)

There is also the struggle to find himself again, when he is alone in the park, the charming “good for nothing” he once was and what became of him. Aided by his lush and very expressive voice, Burke manages to be completely convincing throughout the whole musical, treating it as the drama it can be with actors who know what they’re doing. He became the charge that’s been blowing up in Miss Andrew’s face because of mistreatment, and he turns into the man he wants to be with a little help from Mary Poppins, Bert and his own children who teach him how to love them.

Yes, I admire Simon Burke very much and up until now his talent has never left me wanting – and I’ll certainly be booking yet another trip to wherever whenever he announces his next engagement.

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The story is told by Bert, a Jack of all trades who loves life and comments on all the family business going on on stage. His imagination is what shapes the story in the first place. – The Banks’ children are everybody’s (certainly mine!) personal nightmare and should be brought to classes on why to not get pregnant. Jane and Michael simply refuse to be broken by Nannies whose only means to nurture someone are fear and intimidation and not a little bodily abuse. Therefore the children act up and their helpless mother – a former not very successful actress – is way out of her league not only to find a suitable Nanny but also to keep her own offspring under any means of control.

The father, George Banks, an aptly named banker with a personal history regarding Nannies, keeps as far away from personal matters as possible – his only hope (mocked by not only his servants but also by his rather dim wife)  is “precision and order” (a new song) – something hard to acquire by the looks of it…as another Nanny has just left the house. This time Jane and Michael try to have their own advertisement placed in The Times – they are searching for a loving Nanny who won’t pester them – and if she doesn’t there won’t be any frogs in the bed or pepper in the tea.

George of course will have nothing of it – he rips the letter to pieces and throws it in the fireplace. Enter Mary Poppins, proper and “practically perfect” (a new song)  she takes over the decision making from wife Winifred and introduces the children to her very own and magical way of imagination. Not only do they go on a “Jolly Holiday with Mary” in the park, even together with a rather unkempt but friendly Bert, they also experience marble statues coming to life, and see their world in – literally – new colors.

So while the children “hope she will stay”, Winifred prepares for a tea party and has the help of her children – not a good idea, as they soon wreck the kitchen and cause chaos. But Mary Poppins turns a chore into a game and soon the kitchen is spit spot speck and the kids even like the remedy they are given – as it is given “with a spoonful of sugar” and tastes like their favorite flavors. Despite all that magic happening the tea party is a failure: Winifred clearly invited the wrong people – upper class snobs instead of her real friends – as they all refused to come to the ex-actress’ house.

The next day sees Mary and the children on their way to George’s office – to experience “precision and order” first hand and see how their father makes enough money to provide for them all. We see him interviewing two prospective clients – a snazzy man with an idea but no heart and a man with decency who, when meeting the children, even gives them sixpence each to teach them the value of money. And then Jane asks her father the all important question: what do you look for in an investment? A good idea or a good man? and it is the first time we see George Banks review his whole life in that one moment before answering: I guess I should say a good idea, but a good man is much rarer and harder to find.

So he invests the bank’s money in the decent man’s plans and lets the snazzy German with the high flying ideas go. Because “a man has dreams” …Unfortunately the bank’s CEOs don’t see eye to eye with the decision George has made – they suspend him without pay until further notice and plunge George into a deep depression.

Jane and Michael meanwhile learn something new, too: that someone in rags and dirty not necessarily is a bad person. The Bird Woman teaches them how to “feed the birds” and to see behind the outward appearance.

Another venture into the park brings the kids and Bert and Mary to the Talking Shop – they buy letters and create a new word – “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”.  When they come home and share the word, the song, George Banks explodes which leads to the children taking out their frustration on their toys. But of course Mary Poppins won’t have any of this – not only does she berate the children, that sometimes parents need help, too, she also brings the toys to life and lets them explain how the children are not “playing the game” (a new song)  without destroying them. At the end of the song Mary leaves – because sometimes the children have to cope for themselves to learn something.

Days later Winifred has a surprise for her suffering husband: she finally found his Nanny, the one he always spoke of with great respect and admiration. Or so it seemed to her. Because when Miss Andrew arrives it becomes clear where poor George got his inability to communicate from: The Holy Terror who with “Brimstone and Treakle” (a new song) made his childhood a loveless, living hell. He storms out of the house while Miss Andrew starts her education in a way that makes Jane and Michael run to the park, where they meet Bert again, this time a chimney sweep who tells them “let’s go fly a kite”. Which is a great plan as their kite brings back Mary Poppins! And it is the same park where hours later poor George is reminiscing about his youth when he was still the “good for nothing” (a new song) on cherry tree lane. A man who seems long gone now. And the same park where Winifred searches for her children, realising for the first time what it means “being mrs Banks” (a new song).

Back home in Cherry Tree Lane 17 Mary Poppins frees the lark evil Miss Andrew had captured, then forces the Holy Terror to drink her own poisonous potion of  “Brimstone and Treakle” (a new song) and sends her – hopefully – to hell because mishandled charges blow up in your face. So finally when George is brought home by a police man the family is reunited and will face their fate together.

As a last lesson the children learn that a “step in time” is all it takes to change their life – and while the chimney sweeps invade the house, George Banks receives notice from his bosses: he has to come to the bank this evening. In preparation he plans to sell his only heirloom – a beautiful vase – but breaks it by accident. Amongst the shards are glittering stars – collected and hidden away by him when he was still a little boy. And it seems the stars are more important to him than the vase – they are, after all, his only happy childhood memory. With a handshake with Bert for good luck he goes on his way to hear his fate.

But to his surprise – “anything can happen if you let it” – he isn’t going to be cut off; in fact he made his bank a lot of money as the money scheme of the German entrepreneur blew up in his face and brought their rival bank to its knees, while the decent customer’s factory was a solid success.

In the end Mary Poppins is able to fly away again, soaring over the heads of the audience in the most breathtaking way – she is no longer needed by the reunited Banks family where the children are finally feeling safe and loved and even the parents’ dodgy marriage is mended – showing in the tenderest of very romantic kisses ever seen on stage.

The show ends in yet another terrific dance number that works as a curtain call as well, bringing the whole cast on stage again for well deserved standing ovations.

A Round-Heeled Woman Jan. 14th, ’12

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Okay, so I’m a bit ambivalent. Just a bit. But a bit.

I love Sharon Gless. I think her and Tyne Daly’s portrayal of two women detectives some 30 odd  years ago did more for feminism than many an article written by well, feminists.

Also: What’s not to love about the story of a (real life, btw!!!) woman who advertises in a literary magazine: Before I turn 67 next March, I want to have a lot of  sex with a man I like. If you want to talk first, Trollope works for me. (Trollope not being  synonymic for whore (another synonym being Round-Heeled Woman, btw) , but the name of a famous author who wrote Jane Juska’s favorite novel about a woman of the Biedermeier who comes into money and is – at 36! – all of a sudden “a catch”! And that is what Jane wants to be – a catch, after years of an unloving marriage, a divorce and teaching to overcome the loneliness of her life)

Hooray! More power to her! Even though the men she then encounters are enough to get you off sex for good. Which is one of the weaknesses of the otherwise very clever, very funny,  very shamelessly to the point play. The various men presented (and incredibly funnily so) are all more or less morons and I kept asking myself: just for a romp in the hay would I really leave my dignity at home? would I really try to do the deed with THAT? No surprise she needs KY jelly (yes, it IS that kind of play! LOL)

Because despite her fresh and catchy ad Jane of course seeks a man she LIKES, a man that accompanies her, that makes her feel whole again. Unfortunately – just as during Biedermeier, where Trollope’s heroine found out  her suitors loved her money more than herself, – Jane has to realise that in modern times men like the sex more than herself. That is until -  after a lot of false starts – Jane finally meets Graham (Michael Thomson) who – as the only one – got her Trollope remark, who makes her laugh and who openly adores and worships her. His one fault? He is 33. The age her son is now – a son she hasn’t seen in 18 years.

So in an attempt to get everything right till that magical 67th birthday she finally makes herself fall for a decent man her age – who promptly has to confess he has liver cancer – and she googles her lost son only to find that the young frustrated punk had turned into a man with a job and a wife that is pregnant. And who is willing to make a new start on the mother/son relationship. And after all this bed hopping and soul searching Jane finally does what her heroine out of Trollope’s novel tells her: she kisses her own image in a mirror – she accepts herself with all her flaws and longings – and writes another email: I’ll be in a cabin in the woods with my family for a week. then my family leaves and I am staying for another week. Would you like to come and have … me? To which Graham answers: Load yer truck, lady, here I come…

I thought the play was hilarious. there were so many brilliant one liners (Jane’s son when she confides in him about the ad: so this is Fucking against the dying of the light? I thought I’d pee myself) (or Jane’s enthusiastic, blue eyed “Everything was better in Biedermeier! Name just one thing that wasn’t!” and her current man  answers “medicine!”) all impeccably presented by Sharon Gless and her co cast, it’s hard to remember them all. I do remember laughing a lot. The men Jane meets are mostly losers, but even that is a bit like real life, where you have to kiss a lot of frogs until one – hopefully – turns into a prince. And I realise that in the compressed form of a play you have to portray them as morons, but as I said before: I wouldn’t touch most of them with a looong stick. Just me, probably.

Now onto Sharon Gless. I love her. She’s marvellous. She owns the stage. (and she’s never off it for two hours!) Every wink, every innuendo is perfectly placed, enhances the text of the play, makes you laugh at all too crass descriptions. She is a wonderful actress who is a master of the tricks of the trade.

But, like many American actors I have seen on stage, she is just that: a brilliant actress who knows exactly what to do to present a character. Just – she never becomes the character. She stays sort of detached while exercising her part with brilliant precision. There is a scene where she is crying… there was not one tear shed. Her eyes didn’t even start to glitter in the light. I had been to Haunted Child the night before where both Ben Daniels and Sophie Okonedo shed very real tears in their creation of their parts and their inner struggles  and yet, when I talked to Ben afterwards and told him how much I admired his ability to go through this roller coaster of emotions every night, sometimes twice, he said, awww, that’s just tricks of the trade. Indeed, I’d just never guessed by watching him or Ms Okonedo. I definitely guessed while watching Sharon Gless.

Now this didn’t take away (much) from the enjoyment of watching the play. But the final bit, that bit where you sit in your seat and can’t decide to clap yet because you don’t want to break the magic, THAT bit – that was missing.

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not missing, unfortunately, were the stage door sharks at Gless’ play. Hadn’t had the decency to watch the show, but had her sign numerous pics of her in Cagney & Lacey. And the very same sharks then came over to Haunted Child to pester Ben Daniels to sign pics of him as Tristan. I find that really appalling. No wonder Gless did not sign in person, but had her assistant bring stuff inside.

Robinson Crusoe and the Caribbean Pirates Dec.17th, ’11

Christmastime is pantotime! And  Panto with John Barrowman always makes for good fun and two hours of laughter and hilarity. Despite the very formulaic and strict frame of all Panto stories there’s enough leeway not only for a lot of extra laughter, but also for  extemporisation and banter between the actors themselves and the actors and the audience.

Last year, while we were freezing in icy Glasgow, John Barrowman promised us Barbados – little did we know (copyright Bev) he meant on stage…

Because this year’s Panto is Robinson Crusoe and the Caribbean Pirates, cleverly starting off in Glasgow, where lucky Robinson (in red  pants and a red and golden sleeveless vest) has found a treasure map under deck of his ship. Now he, his father Captain Krankie and his identical twin brother wee Jimmy (“if Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito could pull it off so can we!”) are looking for a crew to find the treasure and be able to reign over Glasgow, over Scotland and even … Paisley!! Unfortunately they are not alone in this quest: There’s the pirate Captain Blackheart (the incomparable Pete Gallagher in wig and make-up as Captain Jack – “Wait!!! there’s only one Captain Jack!!” – Sparrow, or Captain J. Depp…) who has searched for the map for years and in the end found a mermaid (the woman who had rejected his proposal and therefore found herself with a fish tail – only to become a maiden again by true love’s kiss) who inadvertedly spilled the beans. He “offers” his help and becomes part of the crew.

The ship soon is on its way to the Caribbean, when Blackheart finally reveals that he is the pirate everyone was so afraid of. Though Robinson hadn’t shown him the map (Blackheart: “The map, the map the map, he has the map…” to an improvised belly dance, to which Robinson says: “Nothing escapes you, no?”) Blackheart now casts a spell and creates a storm that has Robinson’s ship sinking – so that he can grab the map.

Lucky for Robinson the magical mermaid is there to the rescue – not only is she in love with the Glaswegian, she doesn’t realise that Robinson has fallen for her, too. So out of love she has Robinson – in a hilarious red and white swimsuit from the 20ies, a yellow floating tyre and flippers – breathing and talking under the sea. The normally tight swimsuit is just loose enough to be decent, and John milks the scene with the huge tyre till everybody is crying with laughter. Now the new 3-D-effects start and they are even better than last year’s. We get bubbles and stone-explosions, an enormous squid, terrifying fish, crabs and finally a shark that had me flinch every time it emerged!

Then Robinson is finally swept ashore and – “be quiet, this is my big fainting scene!!” – lies there in the sand while the mermaid summons Man Friday (Jeremy Fontanet) to guide Robinson to the treasure before Blackheart has the chance to rob it. Robinson wakes up  and – “MAN if that’s Friday, I’d love to know what Saturday looks like!” – drools just as much over the half naked built actor as every female in the audience. He even fails to recognise the mermaid ;)

With Friday he’s on his way to the treasure,they have to fight a last obstacle – a huge Krakken, a sea monster of epic proportions that seems to fly into the audience and breathes fire! in a duet (John said it was planned as another solo for him, but he had to change costumes again, so Jeremy sings part of it) Robinson and Friday fight the monster (and John’s voice is absolutely marvellous, soaring over the orchestra and clear as a victorious trumpet) and Robinson slays the beast.

Meanwhile the Krankies emerge from the sea – they have survived, too. Thanks to the friendly natives led by Friday they all rest for the night (while acrobats “the Acromaniacs” show off their skills) in Friday’s house. The villa is yet another Panto-speciality with its revolving doors and closets that open with ghosties and ghoulies in them…

What ensues now is the most hilarious threesome I have ever had the pleasure to see. Some ppl have deemed this scene improper for children – BEFORE they had even seen it, mind you! I needed new make-up after that, I cried so hard with laughter. Wee Jimmy sees all the scary ghosts, Robinson – in superman pajamas -  is in the closet (“You never were in the closet!” “Shut up, we’re in enough trouble as it is!”), Jimmy and Robinson are in the same bed, when another ghost chases them out of it, (to much screaming of the audience) and they hide in Captain Krankie’s bed. Jimmy’s the last one to clamber onto the bed (humming “Memoriiiies” while straddling her husband) and falls onto Robinson (“Fantasiiiiies!”) in his attempt to find the middle spot of the bed. As Jimmy’s hungry he dives under the covers to find something to eat – and finds a banana. (Captain: “that’s mine!!” Robinson: “if you find a salami, that’s mine!”) and indeed Jimmy waves with a huuuuge slab of sausage which causes first the Captain and then Robinson to fall out of the bed. When they finally are able to rest someone poops and the twins run away.

The next day finds the three together with Friday as they  start their trip through 3-D-ghosts and spiders to find the treasure. There is a run in with a scary ogre in a magical forest and finally the only obstacle left is Pirate Blackheart who gets deterred by Wee Jimmy masked as Beyonce with a growing belly! the young audience (I sat between 5 year olds at one time) loves that kind of humor – they were screaming and singing along and laughing. Unfortunately there is yet another run in with Blackheart with a hilarious sword fighting scene with Robinson – but again Wee Jimmy (this time as Spider Man) saves the day and Blackheart is banned to …Paisley!  Now a child from the audience gets to come up the stage to unlock the treasure trove. And then all draws to an end – but wait!! What about the magical mermaid?

Indeed – and thankfully Friday is not jealous (“Don’t flatter yourself!”) – there still is work to be done: Robinson, who has fallen for the mermaid, too, finds her resting on a boulder, and his kiss (to the chanting of excited kids: KISS HER KISS HER!!) breaks the spell. A lovely girl again, she says yes when he proposes!

After a final part from the Krankies (which gives everyone time to change costumes again) there’s the final curtain. And nobody has actually realised it has been two and a half hours of brilliant, innuendo laden, fun, clean, laughable, traditional Panto. Everyone leaves with a smile on their faces, after a great – often first – night at the theatre.

Much has been said about the “unfortunate” interview the Krankies gave just as their Panto started – that they were swingers in the swinging 70ies… well, they incorporate the interview into their jokes when the audience doesn’t consist of children only ;) and it’s absolutely hilarious. John is his naughty, fun loving self who is able to crack up in the middle of the scene, bringing the audience with him in helpless laughter. It’s just fabulous family entertainment along the lines of traditional panto. And it’s great!

 

addendum from January

one of the tiny guests, Adam, was absolutely hilarious – the wee one answered to “what did you get for christmas?” with: A fishtank and.. jammies” and the look on his face when he said jammies was absolutely priceless. John was basically breaking down on the stage. he then asked, “so what about the fish in the fishtank” to which the boy said: they were all sick….” John flat on the floor and Man Friday barely holding up and having to hide his face. John, laboriously coming up for air: “They’re all dead?” in broad scottish to which the boy sagely nodded. John: “Get the boy some more fish!!!”

 

That said I have two tiny complaints with this year’s panto:

Whilst I really like the Krankies – they are a hilarious pair and I’m happy that they got under contract with Gavin Barker Associates! – I was a bit disappointed that their big last number was basically the same as last year. Now I do realise that very few people are as obses… determined as I am to see more than one show of the same panto per year, but for me it was a bit of a let down – most of all because I think that the Krankies are not a one-act-act… And as soon as I post I learn (thank you, Stephen) that this is their “signature” piece that people would feel cheated out of if the Krankies didn’t do it. They’d done it for 40 years and it is part of their act. I’m very grateful for the explanation!

The second bit I was not too keen about: this time acrobats were hired, four men doing a brilliant show with a trampoline, a chest used in acrobatics and a mattress. It was really awesome, their mastery of their bodies amazing. What it had to do with the show though, will forever be beyond me.  I learned that an acrobatic number was a must in traditional panto, so I understand why they were there, but as much as I admire their skills, the act left me rather unimpressed. But that’s just me of course. I thought this part and the identical Krankie number made the second act a bit slower than the pulsing and mad-dash of the first part that had us all breathless from all that happened on stage and from laughter.

The song list (as I keep telling my lovely readers, I am LOUSY at the song lists)

Hey Ho, we’re pirates till the end

Sondheim’s Putting it together

Celebration

That special moment

the duet during the Krakken fight that was written especially for Panto last year

a brilliant solo for Pete Gallagher

All the single ladies

dirrrty wee boy

but you love me Daddy

and John has at least two solo numbers but I can’t remember them right now, sigh. help is greatly appreciated.

oh and this time there’s one other thing:  Do not reproduce this review or parts of it without asking. If you have something to say, comment and I’ll answer. thank you