Showing posts with label Bryony Lavery. Show all posts
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Friday, 31 December 2021

The Book of Dust: La Belle Sauvage

by Bryony Lavery based on Philip Pullman's novel

seen at the Bridge Theatre on 29 December 2021

Nicholas Hynter directs this adaptation of the first volume of Philip Pullman's new Book of Dust trilogy set a dozen or so years earlier than the events in His Dark Materials. That first trilogy was adapted into two plays for the National Theatre in 2004, Nicholas Hytner also directing, and here his frequent collaborator, the set designer Bob Crowley, once again creates a compelling vision as the backdrop to an exciting story.

Two major characters from His Dark Materials, Lord Asriel (John Light) and Marisa Coulter (Ayesha Dharker) are prominent in this story too, and two minor characters in the Oxford of Lyra's world are more important in this story: Alice Parslow (Ella Dacres) and Dr Hannah Relf (Naomi Frederick). The most important new character in this play is twelve year old Malcolm Polstead (Samuel Creasey), son of the innkeper of the Trout at Godstow. He and Alice find themselves protecting the baby Lyra not only from the sinister forces of the Magisterium and the machinations of her mother Mrs Coulter, but also from a deeply unpleasant disgraced research fellow Gerard Bonneville (Nicholas James-Neal in the performance I attended) and a catastrophic flood, until the baby is safely delivered to the scholarly sanctuary of Jordan College, where she is safe for the next twelve years.

The book is dense with action and intrigue, and Pullman as usual confronts the evils associated with established and complacent religious organisations with often gut-wrenching candour - there is an especially creepy brotherhood created by Mrs Coulter among schoolboys which essentially recruits them as spies on their friends and parents, all too reminiscent of the horrors of the Cultural Revolution of Mao's China or the fanatic youth groups in Nineteen Eighty-Four. Malcolm's sturdy common sense and innate kindness cause him to recoil from what he sees as sneaking, but barely protects him from the bullying it encourages.

The adaptation inevitably streamlines the story but cleverly keeps in balance the twin themes of growing into the adult world with its confusions and perils, and the sheer resilience needed to carry out a mission central to any successful quest narrative. Adults are just guests in Malcolm's mother's pub as far as young Malcolm is concerned until he is swept into their often mysterious concerns. Alice is just the annoying teenage girl who works for his mother and teases him relentlessly until they each begin to appreciate the other during their adventure. Samuel Creasey and Ella Dacres, both young adults, convincingly portray much younger characters, and are ably supported by the other cast members.

Visually the production is astonishing, the use of video projections on a deep stage with moveable black flats allowing for immediate scene changes and an enveloping and  convincing flood. Considering that almost the entire second act centres around the headlong journey of a small canoe (La Belle Sauvage) down the River Thames from Oxford to Greenwich, it is remarkable that anyone should have considered trying to make a stage play at all, but the result is a triumphant success from a technical point of view. Of course, there is also the matter of the daemons, the external manifestation of  person's inner self, envisaged once again by an inspired use of puppetry, and providing an excellent means to voice the inner conflicts of the two youngsters.

Though the pace may have been a bit rushed at times, and the forward-looking hints at Lyra's future importance a bit too knowing, overall this was a good adaptation and a marvellous piece of theatre, welcomed by an enthusiastic audience of all ages. It was particularly gratifying to see children in the audience captivated by the spectacle and the story. It has been a long wait, since my ticket (and indeed the whole produciton) was deferred from December 2020 on account of the pandemic, the last and longest delay to a cultural event in my calendar.

Friday, 16 July 2021

Last Easter

by Bryony Lavery

seen at the Orange Tree Theatre (Richmond) on 15 July 2021

Tinuke Craig directs this revival of Bryony Lavery's 2007 play Last Easter, in which June (Naana Agyei-Ampadu), a lighting designer, is diagnosed with terminal secondary breast cancer and is supported by her three friends drag artist Gash (Peter Caulfield), property manager Leah (Jodie Jacobs) and actor Joy (Ellie Piercy).

June is the often still centre of a maelstrom of displacement activity by her panicked friends, particularly in the first half of the play when Gash and Leah propose a trip to a villa in France which just happens to be close to Lourdes, and then the three decide to reduce shared costs by inviting Joy along as a fourth - Joy who is alarmingly self-obsessed and still reeling from the suicide of a boyfriend. To add to the larkiness generated by Gash and Leah within the narratvie of the play, there are frequent comments made directly to various members of the audience, including apologies that June's occasionally deep introspection is dramatically exceedingly uninteresting to watch.

The trip to France is a bit of a wacky road trip; the visit to Lourdes a mixture of horror at its insitutionalised commercialism of the unwell and humour at the prospect of a lapsed Catholic, a Jewess, a Buddhist and the quietly sceptical June actually gaining any benefit from being there. At times it seems that the play is trying to cover too many bases at once - farce, pathos, meta-theatricality, the loyalty of friends under extreme emotional pressure. In the second half, as the issue of assisted suicide is addressed, a deeper seriousness invades the stage in which the hilarity of inappropriate speech and gesture is more successfully integrated into a poignant and difficult circumstance.

The cast acquit themselves with infectious energy, skilfully managing the swerves of the play's style. Moments of solidarity and affection jostle with impatience, pain and disillusionment in a way which acknowledges that life is often raw, messy and painful, while there are also episodes of merry excitement and even quiet enjoyment. Not only is June enthralled by the light in a painting by Caravaggio; she also enjoys just being. It's fascinating that a play celebrating a fair degree of brashness nevertheless gives due weight to these quieter moments as well.