#134 - "Hardcore but absolutely worth it" - theatre review, Imperium 03/07/18

Gielgud Theatre

This is hardcore but absolutely worth it: seven hours of dense but fantastically lucid Roman politicking with much to say about our own era. Mike Poulton adapts Robert Harris’s novels about Cicero, showing how pivotal he was to the more familiar histories of Caesar and Antony. Gregory Doran’s production has a superb lead in Richard McCabe: sly, pliable, plausible, captivating. Even without a Pompey sporting Trumpian hair, we get the parallels about mob rule and dictatorship and Poulton’s script feels so up to the mark it’s as if he is rewriting daily. Presented with all the RSC’s familiar pomp and orotund grandeur, this is an epic that earns the attention.

#133 - "directed with verve and fibre" - theatre review, The Two Noble Kinsmen

Shakespeare's Globe

This late Shakespeare curio, written with John Fletcher, benefits from the Globe’s tendency to default to pantomime and is directed with verve and fibre by Barrie Rutter. Bryan Dick and Paul Stocker play interchangeable chums-turned-rivals Palamon and Arcite as muscly knuckleheads, closer to Abbot and Costello than Demetrius and Lysander. What comes across most vividly, though, is the awful plight of the women: Francesca Mills gives lusty three-dimensional life to the poor love-mad jailer’s daughter and Ellora Torchia is heartbreaking as Emilia, betrothed to whichever Kinsman survives. The Rutter staples of clog and Morris dancing are used with brio.

#132 - "Puckish, playful, quirky" - exhibition review, Edward Bawden 31/05/18

Dulwich Picture Gallery

In response to a note I sent via his publishers, Oliver Postgate once rang me: the voice of the Clangers and Bagpuss filled my ears. Something similar happened in this glorious survey of Edward Bawden’s landscapes and Second World War portraits, posters and book jackets. Even the unfamiliar works feel like old friends. His design work is puckish, playful, quirky, while his paintings share the exuberant lightness of his friend Eric Ravilious, but with a rural English sensibility all their own. His evocation of Liverpool Street is a poem of iron girders and remembered soot. You get to know the man through his art, and to like him.

#131 - "A curate's oeuf" - theatre review, Tartuffe 31/05/18

Haymarket Theatre Royal

It’s a curate’s oeuf, this bilingual Anglo-French production of Moliere’s comedy, relocated by playwright Christopher Hampton and director Gerald Garutti to present-day LA. Paul ‘Peaky Blinders’ is a cultish, tattooed Tartuffe full of southern menace – a big performance but not a resonant one. Spiral’s Audrey Fleurot exuxes statuesque Gallic hauteur as Elmire, while the gullibility of Sebastian Roche’s Orgon, is – as so often with this play – inexplicable. It’s staged around a luminous neon cube with no sense of place of unifying style, let alone language, and with awkward references to Trump jammed in. Who thought this was what the West End wanted?

#130 - "Her tinfoil zeppelin is a thing of buoyant beauty" - exhibition review, Lee Bul: Crashing 31/05/18

Hayward Gallery

Tom Lubbock once noted that Brancusi put fun and naughtiness back into the po-faced art world and Korean artist Lee Bul may fulfil the same function. Although there is high seriousness in her work (videos of performance works about abortion) one can’t help but smile at her dangling bladder-like forms, futuristic utopias and bulbous cyborg ceramics. Her tinfoil zeppelin is a thing of buoyant beauty. The day after the press view one artwork partially made of dead fish had to be removed and another caught fire, closing the gallery: how’s that for adding to the gaiety of the nation?

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