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Monday, October 28, 2013

"Here, cousin": of divine kings destroyed and traitors risen higher than their worth - Richard II @RSC Stratford, matinee performance 26 October 2013

I wrote a less spoilery review from my first visit (on the first night) so I thought I would take the time to give a more revealing commentary here having seen the show a second time, from a physically different angle.

For the first visit, we were in the stalls; for this, as we were taking the sibling part of the Roberts' family (Mark, Sarah, Grace and James), we were on the Upper Circle, but this turned out to be no bad thing for getting a different perspective on things on many levels.

So, in terms of this production, if you are planning to see it - whether onstage, or on screen, or on the planned later DVD release - and if you don't want to know the quirks of this version.....

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It is a fine ensemble production, and there are plenty of pleasures in every performance from Elliot Barnes-Worrell as the groom through to Edmund Wiseman as Harry Percy (wonder what will become of THAT character... rhetorical question folks).  Everyone in between, from the most experienced to the young upcomers, give everything and make not only every line count - it is exceptionally well-spoken and clear, perhaps some of the clearest deliveries I've heard for a long while - but every look and gesture counts as well.

On which note, how I love the long piercing glare that Richard throws at Mowbray, a kind of 'don't even think about it' look, when Mowbray is directly asked by Bolingbroke "Confess thy treasons ere thou fly this realm"... ouch. There is such an extended pause when Mowbray considers his options before replying "No", that one wonders if Richard may lose his pacing cool stance in exhalation of relief at Mowbray keeping his silence. But the King barely flutters an eyelash.  At this stage, he still feels himself to be divinely approved, comfortable in his effete luxury, (over)confident in his actions.

As a whole, the production seems no less tight than it did on the first night, though they have tweaked a couple of things. They've probably shortened a few hems (no trips or snags this time around), and no-one got smacked by a snapping stick (they've moved the action with the gardeners in Act 3 scene 4 - which opens the post-interval acts - to face the centre of the stage rather than the hapless audience). Some very minor changes in staging have been made - a couple of sequences seem to be located further up the thrust stage, but nothing that especially makes a returning visitor gasp or bemoan a change in emphasis.  The RSC at its best knows how to get it right from the start.

The 'halves' of the show remain intact, with the interval coming after a potentially numbing 1 hour 40 mins (before a brisk second 'half' of around an hour).  There are a lot of events and persons to get your head around if coming raw to this play, and I wish I had better prepared the family for their trip.  Never mind: the second half has more humour and certainly it makes sense to knock Richard down before the interval and then chronicle his further decline and end after the break.  I'm sure there are multiple ways of staging this, but it is difficult to judge where the timing of the break could come - before Act 3 kicks off at all?  That would make for a strangely flat culmination of the first section, with Salisbury and the Welsh captain at odds for Richard's failure to show his presence - and therefore to confirm he still lives - to the warring soldiers amidst the ailing Irish battles Richard was so keen to source funds to fight.  Scheduling the interval after Act 3 scene 2 would break the transition of power as Richard realises how lost he is and would bring the audience back in the midst of that demise, so I can absolutely see the logic of breaking ahead of the gardener's scene. The unevenness is within the play itself it seems.

Back to the staging (and high credits to designer Stephen Brimson Lewis and lighting director Tim Mitchell):

Being down below, it is harder to appreciate some of the lighting and projections onto the stage floor; from above these are glorious - branches, streaks of dark fragmented bark, shadows and shapes.  For the final prison scene, where Richard is chained in a lonely dungeon, the beautiful use of mirrors allows those in the stalls to appreciate the below stage scene.  When located high above the action, it is possible to see and appreciate both the mirroring and the actors.

From stalls level, you see the great height of the staging - the magnificent projections of cathedral spaces; but from above they look just as spectacular.  It is also good to have a different viewpoint on the bridge on which the throne sits - it drops into place, sometimes to stage level, but more often at the Circle level and as Richard is brought low by the traitors who surround him, the fragility of this balcony becomes apparent: he unsurprisingly returns at the end, angelic white robes, to cast a gloomy eye down on Bolingbroke's attempts to refute that he had in any way wanted Richard's death

It is also a great treat to be on the same level as the incredible musicians and singers: the excellent trio of sopranos singing Paul Englishby's music are especially wonderful to see in closer proximity.  I'm looking forward to listening to the CD: it all sounded beautiful.

Back to the play itself.

There is much grief in this play, and not least because of the enormously popular Ben Whishaw/Rupert Goold adaptation for The Hollow Crown series of Shakespeare adaptations for television, which attacked the tearducts with customary heartfelt passion from both parties.  This is more of a heartbreaking sting than full-blown tears; the inevitability of downfall tempers the Christ-like allusions (which are no less absent here, just differently conveyed).  This is indeed a sad story of the death of a king.

The grief is there from the start, with the luminous Jane Lapotaire's silky grey hair cascaded down her black widow's garb for the demise of Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester.



Her fretful, stumbling desperation to address the death of her husband pulls at our sensibilities of how grief should be expressed.  It is contained and uncontained, urging action and yet paralysed to achieve.  There is the grief of Gaunt, his son banished on a half-whim by Richard who is even at this stage a compromised figure, and whose illness in response is brushed off as lightly as Richard takes his flatterers seriously (til he realises just how they pandered to his ego and power).  There is a clear dismissiveness in Richard's "So much for that" after Gaunt's death is announced and perfunctory regret is expressed.



It has to be said that Pennington as Gaunt is toweringly good, bring life (and death) to the potentially-all-too-familiar "This sceptr'd isle" speech.  That he makes it fresh is wonderful to watch and hear: fiery passion and fading breath at its best.

It is after Gaunt's death that the fatal compromise that York undertakes to not go against the challenge of Bolingbroke and his supporters, to ultimately not just accept but facilitate it, come to the fore.  Oliver Ford Davies does weary so well, and he is well cast here as the flawed York who given governance of England in Richard's absence can do little to protect it, and makes pragmatism a resignedly sad decision to survive.

Several have commented on how this production still manages to "find the funny"; sometimes this maybe goes beyond expectations of more traditional viewers for the play, but actually this largely works.  It is a particular despairing first 'half' as Richard falls from careless power, cronies and fey recklessness to his eventual (second half) handing of the crown to Bolingbroke, so bringing in a level of farce to proceedings adds some much needed levity.

There is certainly a tragi-comedic undertone in the lengthy pause after "For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground..." before the continuation of "and tell sad stories of the death of kings".  The break in the pattern allows us to see Richard in a transitory position - he remains King, despite the wreckage of his power falling to Bolingbroke's populist might, and as such can petulantly demand the grown men around him seat themselves upon the ground like children in a ring for games... but when the game is being pulled away from him and smile stings. There are little details like the step back and forth of the Queen and her ladies-in-waiting as she playfully tries to get them guessing what move she will make that they must follow.

In the second 'half', the humour is more broad, though again varies between intonation, context, pacing, and stage direction.  Several have commented on the "here, cousin" as Richard calls Bolingbroke to collect the crown - like the calling of a pet dog to fetch a treat.  



The tone is biting, and yet in it there is Richard's last vestige of power as he is able to undercut Bolingbroke's thievery of this potent and well-like symbol.  Adding an edge of ludicrousness to the multiple 'throwing of the gages' (a kind of "I challenge you Sir" - "NO, I challenge YOU sir!") in Act 4 scene 1, somehow seems right, not least because it suggests that Bolingbroke's power might easily crumple before it is fully won between these bickering lords.  Similarly, there is excellent use of Oliver Ford Davies's comic timing, especially alongside Marty Cruickshank as York's wife.  Even from the start of that scene (Act 5 scene 2) there is an inevitable playfulness in the delivery of the lines so apt to a Tennant-adoring audience as this is (and as it was for Hamlet too, which OFD also shared):

"As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious...."

And yet, this is such an ensemble piece that the audiences are entranced even without the star-turn on stage (though he is on stage a lot).  When the Yorks discover their son Aumerle's part in a plot against Bolingbroke as king, we know each character is feeling for their part in Richard's downfall (and York especially has much to feel responsible about). Each pleading with Bolingbroke is made with heartfelt anguish but deep comic bones, and it was a wonderful final flash of exhalation for the audience before the inevitable final downfall of the former King.

And of that fall...? Aumerle is the key, and we've been set up for this throughout the play.  When others act as flatterers - Baggot, Bushy and Green are just the most visible of these - Aumerle quietly adores and fears in equal measure what it means to be in the presence of his King, his Richard.



Oliver Rix brings Aumerle to fruition elegantly, sparely.  It's isn't an especially large role, but you feel his sharing of the pain that Richard has to swallow as this King realises that all the divine appointment in the world cannot stop rebellion (and Richard has more than a little of himself to blame for how he got to the crown and that 'divine appointment' in the first place).  The balcony scene when Richard effectively surrenders to Bolingbroke's request - you can see how Aumerle flinches at having to deliver the lines - is a real heartbreaker.

So it is all the more heartbreaking by the end when Richard is killed and in being killed he pulls back the hood of the one who wields the dagger: to survive, to prove worth after being implicated in a plot to kill Bolingbroke the usurper King, Aumerle takes on the worst task in the world.  The omission of the tentative Act 5 scene 4 now makes sense, and is all the more painful for it. To quote Wilde:

"Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!"

Presented with the body of his erstwhile enemy, the deposed King, Bolingbroke understandably flinches, and there's an even clearer sense of his 'supporters' backing off despite the refuting that the death was anything he wanted.  As Richard had predicted earlier, the duplicitous Northumberland (an excellent Sean Chapman) - the vilest of those who had thrown in with Bolingbroke - will "knowst the way to plant unrightful kings [and] wilt know again".  When he backs off, you expect that there will be trouble ahead for Bolingbroke's peace of mind.

And so a final visiting angel comes to glower over this departure: a throne was squandered and yet also stolen.  No one comes out good, those who live nor those who die (one cannot envisage that Aumerle's soul will be rested or reunited after his actions).  Bleak?  Yes.  But utterly magnificent.  Everyone - even if I have missed off a few names - contributes everything they have to this production.  It is a triumph.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Could this be the end of the Sitting Tennant caption competition?


Sitting Tennant - a regular feature over at The Medium is Not Enough - started in jest (sort of), got very serious at some moments (well, as serious as something inherently daft can do!) and spurred some of the great caption writing to some of our most brilliantly enjoyable pictures of David Tennant sitting down. I have, on occasion, been known to do pretty well myself at the game(s) of ST, including 2011's competition. After a slow start in the captioning stakes - and a growing realisation that I could not keep up with picture hunting - I settled into providing a regular source of smut and silliness to accompany the great array of images others provided.

But now it could all be coming to an end.

Only the picture competition may be able to continue to please the eyes.

With this possibility in mind, I've gone back to the original source of inspiration - the great Rosby and Marie communications of yore and especially the songs.

Apologies to everyone concerned: I know I can't hit the heights they reached:

[Originally posted at MediumRob's place]

"And now, the end is near,
I've taken up, with cloning puppets,
my friends, it's all so clear
the moments passed
you all are muppets
I've lived a life that's full
I've sat down oft
along the by-ways
you've captioned me
but now no more
it's pictures only -- for ST

For friends, we've had some fun
with those now gone to new adventures
Rosby, went off to learn
there's more in life than sitting tensions
And those who gave me words, who gave me lines
too rude to mention
ah yes, damn Rullsenberg
I'm blushing my way"

Well, thanks everyone for the company: it started as a jest, a response to a plea, and took on a life of its own (even getting mention in the Guardian along with other key features from our great host). It's been a blast and if this is the end, then I thought it was only fair to go out on a high.

"For there were times
I'm sure you knew
when Toby's knowledge of Doctor Who
made captions more than just mere smut
from Sister Chastity and all you lot
Ah Marie
What did you start?
When they cast 'Gods', it broke my heart
For I was sure, I was the one
for all of you, who wrote a song
who gave me lines, daft and perverse
Who read a pose, and made me curse
But now it's o'er
the captions done
And I can't make you all go on
But it's been fun
and there's no doubt
that this has been
the greatest shout
from fans who thought
that sitting down
was a fine prompt
to wit round town
the record shows, you all took blows
and did it your way...."

[with humble apologies to Paul Anka, Frank Sinatra and the original writes of the tune for 'comme d'habitude' which I am sure my memory has mangled]

It's been great fun and the changing community of contributors - both in picture and captioning - has provided much fun to many people. Thanks to everyone and if it continues.... YAY!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Much Ado and BOTHER :(

Delayed? Someone got over-excited? Or just someone at Amazon trying to wind people up?

Monday, December 05, 2011

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Tennant Hairline - an 'unplanned' stage door encounter for Much Ado


So, we've had a mega long walk from South Kensington to Covent Garden where we pause to eat. I'm thinking it's about 9.45pm when we pass through St Martin's Lane near the back of Wyndham's Theatre. Consequently, my 'jokey' request to head to see how many fans are already loitering for her stage door exit isn't seriously thinking I can join them for the Tennant and Tate emergence.

Actually, the time is closer to 10.15pm which as all good Much Ado attendees will know is just close enough to the exit time to justify loitering...

Ahem.

The fact I had a 'spare' unsigned play programme with me in my bag is of course beside the point.

Neil stands back and lets me weave a space through, befriending (luckier and more organised) girls than I who had smartly bagged the first signing slots. Well at least I got the programme signed and proved that if you CAN get those perfect positions then it is possible to get a cracking photo with David/Catherine. If you come here and recognise this very happy American girl over here for the summer then do pass on the photo!


Sadly all I could manage was the Tennant hairline...!


And yet another blurry picture of delectable Catherine (what is it with my inability to stop camera shake on taking her picture?!)


Thankfully once I had climbed out of the melee, Neil said "I've done a video!"


Bless - it does capture the madness of the event! And at least it gave me the chance to get a programme signed for Chrissie!

Sunday, June 05, 2011

SQUEE! SQUEE! SQUEE! (Part 1) Saturday 4 June 2011: Much Ado About Nothing @ Wyndhams Theatre, London

Much Ado - visit number 2: doubt it will even prove to be the penultimate visit (if I can possible manage it...)

After the chaos of getting the collective hormonal hordes to the Much Ado matinee performance on Saturday 21 May, it was now 'take 2': me and HLW down for the weekend and meeting up with grandmother of the lovely girl we got to the stage door all the way back in October 2008.

Additionally, Poly had also suggested meeting up for lunch so it ended up with the four of us giddily lunching together, sharing the squee of Poly's visits this week (that's VISITS: plural, PLURAL... - honestly, Poly is a one-woman tour de force keeping the British theatre industry functional!). By the time Poly left us as our party of three headed into the theatre, we were all fit to squee ourselves to death. However, we were also plotting logistics since I had decided I was DEFINITELY going to try the stage door scrum this time around. Our visiting friend from Stratford understandably wanted to join us, but this was a hot day where the sun was beating down furiously, where there were multiple Transport for London closures and workings, where most of London's roads seemed to be in a permanent snarl up of traffic, and she would only have approximately an hour and a half after the show to make it to her train back. Yikes.

But of course, once in and enjoying the play (sadly we hadn't been able to get that odd seat to be together with H and I) it was hard to resist the lure of the door. Handily I had a seat at the end of a row so legged it promptly (and was STILL 3 rows back at the door: grr!) but I had no idea how our friend would get on as she had hesitated about whether to chance it.

It was pretty chaotic out there I have to say, and though I get that some had maybe waited a long while, when people arrived out of the actual performance to join the throng some of those in front of me could have been a little more gracious in their defense of their space (not for me I hasten to add, but for a young slender boy hesitantly stuck behind me whom I did attempt to sneak at least a little closer, only to be snapped down harshly with a "no he can't actually" ---)

Anyway: minor grumbles aside - and I think/hope the boy did manage (just) to lean over and get his programme signed - there were delighted squeals when David and Catherine emerged. Responding to every call of "you're gorgeous David" "we love you Catherine" with grinning cries from them of "thank you!" and "and so are you!" it was generally a jolly affair, though there was a bit of pushing near the end.

Oh did I not say? I got my programme signed with a nice wink from both David and Catherine (especially) as they did so, thank as well Tom Bateman and Sarah MacRae (Claudio and Hero), though I just missed catching the fantastic Adam James (Don Pedro). Another time I hope...






Considering I had NO IDEA where I was pointing my camera I thought I did quite well (even with the blurry shot of Catherine's fantastic figure: she's just stunning!)

And just when I thought things could not be more brilliant, I get to pick up a phone message from our friend: she was heading back to get the train home to Stratford... and had chanced the stage door and got both David and Catherine's autographs! *happy* *happy* *happy*

Truly, there is almost nothing so exquisite as helping bring about other people's pleasure! I hope it was worth the exhaustion and the physical exertion, but man it was a helluva day.

And for me and Helen, it wasn't even over...

Sunday, May 22, 2011

"Loved of all ladies" - Much Ado About Nothing @ Wyndhams Theatre London Saturday 2.30 matinee 21 May 2011

It's been coming a LONG while and was the cause of my giddiness both at the time of booking and over the past week. Yes: finally, the collective got to see Much Ado About Nothing starring Catherine Tate and David Tennant.

Whoever they are.

A wider review of the day will come later: certainly it was a day with much brilliance and beauty surrounding the central event.

The Play/Production
There is much to enjoy about Much Ado anyway: despite the horrible central moment where Hero is humiliated unjustly, virtually all of the play is about the laughter, the bickering, the biting wit and the verbal comedy.

The staging is relatively sparse, with columns and a rotating stage that allow us inside/outside views of the characters and their positioning in rooms in relation to each other. This production also lends the play a suitable amount of slapstick (or slap paint) and the height of the stage space is wonderfully utilised for comedic effect. Everyone gives their all, and it was really nice to see so many familiar faces amongst the actors performing. There are many delicious lines delivered with great incision and verve. But....

It's all about Benedick and Beatrice
Oh we'd all be lying if we said this wasn't what we'd come for. Whilst an RSC production inevitably HAS to be all about the ensemble and the play - with particular performers the icing on the cake for the production, albeit incredibly desirable icing - with a West End production it can be harder to ignore the power of the specific performers in key roles.

Tennant and Tate acknowledged this in the rounds of interviews they've done for the show: they're savvy enough to realise that their names create a buzz and draw attention. They put bums on seats and potentially bring in audiences to a Shakespeare who may otherwise not have been interested. Mind, with the Globe also doing Much Ado this season, this production may turn out to have stiff competition on the Shakespeare front - one can also imagine the Globe sniffily groaning at its commercial rival for even thinking it could steal the Globe's 'Authentic Shakespeare' thunder.

But as I say, in this instance, our Beatrice and Benedick are our central focus and not just because of who is playing them. These two verbally dextrous figures must be a delight to play: bitterly witty, playful, human, and a little reflective. With the right staging and use of their characters on stage, even little gestures can become points of high entertainment.

From Tennant's first entrance, positively making great show of his emergence to an attentive audience, to the finale of joyous dancing, one can't help but feel the director and Tennant were thinking 'how best can we wind up the fangirls/fanboys?' for there are so many directoral decisions that are beyond the play text. Poses - a languid stretch at one point emphasises his slender physique; dances - every movement of body, clothes and hands screaming 'flirt!'; glance - his oh-so-expressive eyes contacting with the audience with mischief.

Tate also continues to prove her worth on stage and provides further evidence of her dramatic as well as comedic talents - to combine such gifts for physical comedy with such elegance and excellence of delivering verbal humour is a rare combination. And she clearly gets a huge buzz of performing with her 'mate' Tennant.

And that's another thing: if ever a pairing required chemistry of some sort, Benedick and Beatrice are that pair. I'd make an argument that the best performances of B&B are where there is some kind of pre-exisiting connection between the actors in these roles. Whether that is as friends, colleagues who have worked together over some lengthy period of time, and/or indeed are in a romantic relationship --- one of the core things underpinning the B&B relationship in the play is the longevity of their knowing each other, the history that is behind their barbed wit and seemed animosity. So it just makes sense that some of the best performances of this play involve pairings where there is a history of some sort. Two unknown actors coming together for the first time have to work extra hard to begin to convey the easy intimacy and connection that Benedick and Beatrice need to convey to the audience. I'm not saying it can't be done, but it is possible to tell when there isn't some kind of history between the actors I think.

I'm avoiding spoiling too much of the stage direction and quirks of the production - others will provide that elsewhere should you desire to read in advance. The main thing is go and enjoy. There may even be a few tickets left for certain performances if you're lucky. Give it a whirl anyway if you're not already going because it's certainly a helluva ride.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

This time next week...

*TRYING NOT TO GET TOO EXCITED*

Much Ado about.... something or other.

Saturday, January 08, 2011

Much Ado about "Much Ado"

*Sigh*

Well, I am sure the fact that you can queue at the theatre to buy tickets is VERY reassuring to everyone outside London hoping to buy tickets for the announced-today performances due this summer of Much Ado About Nothing starring David Tennant and Catherine Tate.

Wyndhams, bless 'em, must hardly know what has hit them. The full force of 'TennantAndTate'-ism came with a bang!

I'd love to go to the Wednesday evening performance 17 August with Neil. *sigh*

The list of those who'd happily join me is VERY long.

A performance on either a Friday (evening obviously) or Saturday (matinee or evening) in May or June would be lovely, or early July.... of course it would be THIS summer that we're hoping to see the rellies AND they're hoping to visit here in July as well, so that discounts most of July, August and September

Oh to be in London and go and QUEUE for tickets!

*UPDATE*
GOT A BIT OVER EXCITED THERE!!!! (thanks commentators)

Monday, October 11, 2010

Single Father -- first thoughts

I didn't sleep last night.

Neither did Cloud.

I'm not sure if this was related to anything we did/ate/watched yesterday, but either way I didn't sleep.

So frankly I feel TRASHED.

But still: a hour of David Tennant being lovely, and romantic, and frustrated and weeping - worthwhile in my books.

The ratings were... okay, given Downton Abbey held firm and it was a competitive slot for attention from largely the same sort of audience.

But I think that Tim Dowling (incredibly - he's normally a bit glib for my liking) taps into the sharpest nerve for this drama: whether you can commit to such emotionally draining material.

For all sorts of reasons, various people I know watching Single Father found it hard. Frankly, I pretty much lost the plot only a few minutes in when Rita's lips move as she falls from her bicycle in her horrific and fatal collision with a police car, and Tennant - busy at his photography studio - (randomly, simultaneously) says "I love you too", out loud and to the bafflement of himself and those being photographed. That may have struck Tom Sutcliffe as melodramatic, but for me it worked.

If anything, the worst element of the whole piece - heightening melodrama in the worst possible way - was the music.

Blimey, made the worst of Murray Gold in Doctor Who seem positively subtle in his underscoring.

I wasn't the only one disturbed by the music:
The horrible background music, sort of sub-rock desperately trying to sound expressive, frogmarched you unceremoniously to whichever point of the emotional compass the director had decided he was trying to convey in each scene.
And again on the music:
However, quite a bit of the action was marred by blaring intrusive music, which obscured bits of dialogue and distracted from the measured direction and performances.
Anyway, by the end of the show I had a splitting headache from trying too hard not to cry. I should have just crumpled as Tennant so expertly portrayed.

At least it would have come without an over-done music score.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

I'm 44 you know!

Birthdays hey? Still: I've had a weekend of culture (a play - 12th Night; a Spanish film - The Night of Sunflowers) and music (more than I can calculate!)

And tonight...

9pm.

My phone will be off.

Don't even THINK about it!

Friday, October 08, 2010

42 Day and 'Single Father' starts: nice of them to notice my forthcoming birthday

Nice isn't it, that the whole world* is counting down to my birthday on 10.10.10 aka 42 Day.

Almost a pity I'm not actually turning either 10 or 42.

Clue: Unfortunately, my age is also not a number between those two either...

:(

Still, at least I know my birthday brings me a treat - the lovely BBC will start broadcasting 'Single Father' on Sunday 10 October. Ah, lovely Mr Tennant. What a nice present.

*I could be exaggerating there a little...

Friday, July 30, 2010

Stealing Shakespeare: poverty, debt and delusion

Anyone else watch the Stealing Shakespeare documentary last night on BBC1?

Okay, the reason I ended up watching was thanks to a timely tip-off three mins in from Chrissie to say David Tennant was doing the narration, but it was a fascinating programme.

The central figure, Raymond Scott, was by turns eccentric, lavish in his performed lifestyle ("it is possible to live a champagne lifestyle on a larger budget" - yes, if you get yourself nearly £100,000 GBP in debt) and utterly deluded.

Scott, from County Durham, claimed to have acquired a book in Cuba which he then took to the Folger Shakespeare Library... The narrative from that point got more confusing with Scott being proven to have not even been in Cuba at the time he claimed (though he'd certainly lived the highlife there on several previous occasions). The book he presented for investigation? A Shakespeare First Folio - minus its covers, frontispiece, final page and with its binding significantly damaged.

The programme was a curious beast: Scott, happy to have more than his Warhol allotted 15 minutes of fame, appeared throughout the documentary, in his Tiffany sunglasses indoors and outdoors. At first he just appeared to be a rather odd wealthy Brit, with ostentatious taste in clothes, decor and accoutrements (his Ferrari car). He travelled the world, spending freely. But the reality was he was unemployed and living with his elderly mother --- I couldn't help thinking what his mother thought he was doing and whether her parts of the rather ordinary house they lived in were equally lavishly decorated? What is it about credit companies that can allow someone someone to get into such levels of debt?

Anyway, Scott was eventually cleared of stealing the Durham copy of Shakespeare's First Folio (which had been stolen in the 1990s), but was found guilty of handling stolen goods. The Durham edition, mutilated as it was by the time Scott tried to have it authenticated, is hopefully heading back to Durham. Scott faces time in prison, where I really hope someone can helpfully temper his delusions of grandeur (and lying). I'm all for people looking at the stars, not being constrained into misery by poverty and circumstances, but delusion - and corresponding indebtedness - are not the way to dream of a better life.

Friday, January 08, 2010

"I don't want to go" - oh honey, we understand...: Inevitably Spoilery Thoughts on the Ends of Time, the Tenth Doctor and the RTD era

After the zzzzzzzzzzz state of Wednesday evening, and waking up at 5am yesterday (Thursday - yes, reassuring myself of the day is still an issue), I really wasn't hopeful that I'd be up to watching The End of Time before the weekend. However, after dinner last night I felt the need and so after seeing Helen Lisette and catching up with her I settled down with the cat to watch the Tenth Doctor's finale. Cloud was busy balancing his bank account post-holiday, but happily has declared he "wants to watch it" and so will sit beside me this weekend for a re-run.

On which note, pre-DVD box set release on Monday, all praise to the power of HLW for her magnificent efforts on DVD recording which I believe captured pretty much ALL the Tennant-related appearances over Xmas and the New year. Needless to say, haven't watched everything yet!

**SPOILERS** (for whichever regions of the world have not yet had screenings/downloaded the 2009 specials)

I am however assuming that unless you have been living in a cave you are aware that David Tennant was leaving the role. Sorry if that's spoilered you on that front.





Things I liked (I'll save remarks on Tennant til later in this post)

  • Bernard Cribbens - just bloody brilliant. I mean, I can hardly think of a scene he did in these two episodes that I didn't like; hell, feel utterly wrung out by I'd say. A man of genius performing talent.
  • Catherine Tate - the ending Donna Noble was given in Journey's End divided people terribly. I still feel horribly ambivalent, but understand that her 'death', the death of what she had enjoyed, become, was heartbreaking in a way that a physical death may not have been. And that there would be minor echoes fluttering away inside her as shown here was wonderful to see: the fail-safe protection worked for me.
  • Companion farewells - okay, I'm gonna start losing it again if I think too hard on those, even though I suspect some felt this dragged on too long [I didn't btw]. I'd totally managed to avoid knowing who was in these eps and almost squealed when funky fighting Marfa showed up with Mickey (awh, at last she got rid of the invisible fiance of invisibleness!). Then I felt the prick of tears when Sarah Jane's face fell when she realised this was going to be the last time she saw (this) Doctor [brilliantly done btw: props to Lis Sladen for capturing so much in a slight droop of her mouth]. Captain Jack got a typically Mos Eisley Cantina scene, hooking him up with recuperated Midshipman Alonso [Torchwood recruit? can Tovey handle TWO series!?]: this was perhaps the only reunion/farewell I wasn't sure worked, which did make me feel frustrated. But then Jack did end up in a helluva bad place emotionally by end of Children of Earth, and perhaps the Doctor giving Jack some companionship was a fitting end to their connection. And then there was Joan Redfern's descendant doing the book signing based on the preserved Journal of Impossible Things and I sobbed loudly (especially at the Verity Newman credit). And the Doctor makes his promised final visit to the Noble family, ensuring the newly-weds financial stability with a lottery ticket. He then 'goes back to the start', to New Year 2005, to wish Billie Piper and her still-not-quite-settled-in-teeth a 'great year'. Was it really only Spring 2005 when all this kicked off? Oh, all the things that have happened since then...

Things I liked less / this year RTD has mostly been watching...

  • Masters, Masters everywhere, with jet-pack leaping capabilities - dude, Matrix Reloaded and Matrix Revolutions SUCKED big time. There was possibly one 90-minute long, perhaps three-quarters-of-a-brilliant movie to be constructed from those two overblown sequels. And as much as I like John Simm, his bleach-cut hoodie-look and mania was just a TAD overblown . Much like the Matrix sequels. (I'm restraining here: I suspect others will have been much more vociferous in their reactions!)
  • The Stargate thingummy mending machine - let me state that I liked Stargate (the movie) an awful lot [James Spader... floppy hair... drool] and I liked Stargate SG-1 (TV show) a great deal. I liked the effects here. But it was a bit 'WTF?' for me.
  • Timelords - I thought they were dead? Not time-locked. *shrug* I don't get it.
  • The Doctor's rant before he takes over the radiation chamber from Wilf about 'his importance'. Shades of 'Waters of Mars' but not handled nearly as well.
  • Running - I know that historically there has always been a lot of running about in DW, but teeth-gritting running can be overdone.
  • Info-dumping flashbacks - respect your audience. Anyone likely to be turning in for these finales probably DIDN'T need all the Master-related back history from S3. But this could just be my over-attentive awareness of the show and subsequent annoyance showing through.
  • Music - oh dear. It did get a bit heavy-handed for me by the end.

David Tennant: from (The Pudsey Cut-Away and) The Christmas Invasion to The End of Time

I haven't yet had chance to read the no-doubt lavish attention to details and the emotional outpouring of reactions regarding Tennant's departure. So excuse me if I end up repeating or echoing any of the remarks and paeans to his performance as the Tenth Doctor. Has it been good? Did he get 'a good ending'?

Yes, I believe so, yes. I'll invoke for the umpteenth time Emily's open letter to David Tennant from August 2006 for how wonderful his rising star ascendancy has been, with added direction to his magnificent turn as Hamlet (and as Berowne) to remind people that he remains a wonderful actor. Not every episode of Doctor Who since his arrival in has deserved the talent he brought to the screen, but he has never been less than capable of showing his great depth as an actor and ability to turn his emotions on a sixpence.

Since his first exciting, giddying appearance in the brief post-'The Parting of the Ways' Children in Need mini-episode, Tennant has delighted and thrilled as the Tenth Doctor. Heck, he hardly appears in The Christmas Invasion but when he does he enchants the screen. Mercurial, driven by emotions, passionate, funny: in of themselves none of these characteristics were necessarily uncharted territory for The Doctor. But to bring them all together - AND to be SO sexy, SO often: that was new. The First Time-Phwoard indeed. But without his performance skills, all that quirkily appealing sexiness would have been as nothing.

Tennant brought in a new audience for Doctor Who; something that disturbed some of the old guard fans of the series who disliked the direction the show was taking in hinting at sexuality and human emotions. Pah. Sure, some of those who came for la Tennant will abandon the show now he's gone (btw did the Virgin catch-up BBC iPlayer actually call him La David Tennant in its preview screen or did I imagine that?!) I'll be sad if the audience figures plummet too much for Matt Smith's turn [first thoughts on his brief appearance at the end of this post], but there has always been some fluctuation with new Doctors arriving and departing. And for a significant number of those who were drawn to DW by Tennant's arrival, it became a gateway to (re-)familiarising themselves with the older stories.

So how did The End of Time treat Tennant? Pretty well I thought. When I first saw the trailer sequence from episode one on CIN night I squirmed in my sofa, unsure how I felt about the tone and its frivolity. Seeing it in context somehow actually made it work better, its jarring devil-may-care Doctor and his disoncerted shift to seeing something wrong with the Oods' progress making more sense on second viewing. But this was a rare moment of discordance and mostly, perhaps apart from the rant before saving Wilf, Tennant's performance worked really well.

Whilst the 'strapped to a chair, bound and gagged' scene* drew the clearest influence from Tennant's Hamlet, certain tones, delivery of lines echoed elements of his bravura performance as the Danish Prince. This was, obviously, a good thing and was best shown in many of his scenes with Wilf, reflecting on age, death and the nature of mortality for a Time Lord. The scene in the cafe - brilliant. Ten's choking tears were beautifully done. His anguish, his refusal/taking of the gun on the Vinvocci spaceship - brilliant: "I'd be proud if you were my dad".

There were also wonderful flashes of his wit and ability to shift gear to delight: the move from "angst to smugness (and the little wink) sent me into raptures at home" -- I quote Helen Lisette because she utterly nails my exact emotions at that point. How he managed to convey so much from his scarcely visible face was breathtaking.

And when Ten finally, staggeringly, falls into the TARDIS and the warm glow takes over his body, I suspect a large number of viewers answered with heartfelt chokes the line of "I don't want to go". Yes, I did say out loud 'awh honey, we don't want you to go either'.

The RTD era

All series inevitably reflect their time, the social attitudes, the limitations/possibilities of effects and demands of audiences and channels: so these episodes written under the controlling vision of RTD - with many BY him - reflect our times. The kitchen sink - sometimes multiple kitchen sinks - were scattered across the visual landscape of Doctor Who, and like a small child picking at scabs, sometimes he just couldn't let something go. Over-written, overblown - yes, they could be that under his aegis.

But overall I'm thankful: thankful he brought back this show I had loved and wanted to love again. He brought others along for the ride too - new fans, new types of fans, new ways of thinking about fans - and it WAS good. It wasn't always perfect. It wasn't always what fans wanted (old or new fans), but it was a wonderful journey, vibrant and reflective of its time and at its best it dazzled.

And the future? Well, as my newly picked up copy of Doctor Who magazine makes visually explicit, it is a new era. A new Doctor. A new point of view. I did chuckle at Smith's floppy hair-tugging worried shriek of "I'm a girl!" which gives me hope for an entertaining ride later this year. Will Smith be able to supplant Tennant as 'my Doctor'? Not a hope. But then - in a totally different way - I never expected Tom Baker to be replaced as the Doctor with whom I most identified and who was conjured to mind on thinking of the show. But like others I don't think that this young a Doctor will be able to stir the frisson of sexual delight that Tennant achieved. Will I still watch? - of course I shall, and I wish Moffatt and the team all the best in convincing a new generation of fans to follow the Doctor across the stars.

* Please do not talk to me about how the sight of Tennant strapped down made me squirm (**fans self rapidly**)

Further notes - other reviews (added 11 Jan 2009)

Anna Waits - says a farewell to Ten/Tennant

Behind the Sofa -- Tom Dickinson writing such an impassioned review challenges Stuart Ian Burns as my favourite Doctor Who reviewer on BTS (because I have to hat-tip a writer who so unashamedly stands his ground as a 2007-to date fan of the series)

Medium Rob - acknowledges the nonsense with knobs on of the finale with the best chorus line ever "That's all forgotten now, because we're on another story."

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

TV Review: Doctor Who - The Waters of Mars: without spoilers / with spoilers

Last week would have been a real treat if I hadn't been poorly: Collision across 5 nights with lovely Douglas Henshall, a cello concert, a weekend away in Stratford with friend Helen Lisette, and topped off nicely with a dose of old-fashioned Doctor Who with David Tennant.

Still, all appreciated, including that last treat on Sunday night.

Spoiler free comments
Others have already added their remarks to the newspaper reviews etc: Medium Rob gave it a thumbs up, as have Stuart Ian Burns and Frank Collins over at Behind the Sofa (the two who are most inclined to be excitedly positively in their analysis and delight of current DW episodes).

For me, I liked that we got a rather successful echo of a Troughton-esque 'Base Under Siege' storyline, but with the added bonus of a brilliantly strong central female character. There was lots of running around - padding for the episode or homage to days of yore? - and even a 'cute' robot (I'd say WALL-E should sue but really it should be the designers from Short Circuit taking up the lawsuits). Since I utterly HEART Lindsay Duncan, she was of course awesome, taking the Doctor to task appropriately and with measure. Was the water scary enough? Yeah, and watching the Confidential afterwards it was interesting how smiling made it work better on every level. *Shudder*

Did the Doctor have quite enough to do? There was some loitering, but he more than made up for it by the last 15 mins. We're getting ready to say bye-bye to the Tenth Doctor and I'm already in pieces at the thought of what's to come.

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Scary, scary water monsters took second fiddle to the big darkness of the episode. Namely, Ten realising the significance of being 'Last of the Time Lords'. Who says he must be subject to the laws of time? The Time Lords, surely. 'And that's me' he thinks. And my word, on that realisation Ten lost the plot didn't he? Fantastic acting by Tennant as he tweaked the nuances of saying the same phrases he often uses - 'come on!' and 'I'm good' - and made them chilling and unnerving and scarily arrogant. Sidelined for much of the early part of the story - trying to pull himself away from the doomed Bowie Base and crew but not quite able to do so - he ends up ripping apart everything he has previously told himself he cannot, must not do. Definitely no one to hold him back; Adelaide Brooke hasn't enough personal history with him to do that. The Doctor saves the day and we feel cold and scared because we know it's just WRONG.

Is he even rid of all that 'Time Lord Victorious' power-rush when he tries to outrun the cloister-bell at the end? Never mind the knocking....

And the trailer. Blonde Master / evil skeleton Master? Rusty unable to leave the Noble family narrative alone. All manner of doom. Here's to January!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Reviews to come

Sorry. Been ill. Still not fabulous.

Bah humbug.

So, reviews to come on Collision and Doctor Who. Even if I'm feeling rubbish, having such a treat within one week ain't so bad.

Let's hope I recover to full throttle soon. And after all, there's the Hamlet screening in December.... At least I won't be sitting in New Zealand grumbling I've missed seeing it. And the DVD will hopefully be waiting for me on my return.

Just the Specials I'll miss on their initial screening, and at least the DVD boxset looks due to come out early January. Hurrah!.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Collision! Who?!

Nice! Not only do I get 5 days worth of Douglas Henshall in Collision on ITV from Monday 9 November, but I also get a Sunday Doctor Who special (hmmm... not a Saturday? Ousted by the 'might' of reality star-making shows... *sigh*)

Hat tips to the Douglas Henshall fansite and MediumRob's daily news digest respectively!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

David Tennant or John Barrowman - a MediumRob competition

Shoot. I'm knee deep in work and I only find out about this from lovely Chrissie who tips me the wink that Marie has forgotten how to spell Douglas Henshall's name.

Anyway: confronted by the question of 'David Tennant or John Barrowman? And why?' in the MediumRob competition (deadline 25th October 2009) I can only fall back on some trite thoughts:
  • because he made my heart skip and my stomach turn when I saw him on a billboard poster
  • because his physique is the kind that makes me smile inside
  • because he has great hair
  • because his native accent makes my mouth go dry and moves my womb
  • because... I can't even say how other parts of my body react without getting obscene
  • because when he smiles, honestly, perfectly, it is enough to dazzle my eyes
  • because when he meets fans he is nothing less than kind and frequently generous
  • because he seems to have a genuine affection and understanding of people's affection for him
  • because he can turn emotions on the edge of a sixpence, from joy to despair
  • because he knows just how to choke a line of dialogue to rip your heart out
  • because when he laughs you never feel it is anything less than real
  • because he believes in social justice and fairness
  • because he loves what he does and can't get enough of it
So far, this could, reasonably be applied to either of these lovely males. But....

.... I don't need life to be a song and a dance, a show-stopping spectacle, a confessional, heroic demonstration - as much as that excites me.

My choice? He's the Doctor, MY Doctor, and much more besides. John Barrowman is a perfect companion, sexual tease, and flirt. But my choice would be: David Tennant.