Sunday, February 17, 2013

CALENDAR GIRLS

Written by Tim Firth
Directed by Catherine Hill
Canberra Repertory, Theatre 3, February 15 to March 2

Review by Len Power



Good comedy has drama just below the surface.  Tim Firth’s play, ‘Calendar Girls’, based on the movie of the same name, is funny, moving and very, very real.

Canberra Rep’s production, directed by Catherine Hill, tells the true story of a group of women who are members of a Yorkshire village Womens’ Institute.  When the husband of one of them dies of leukemia, the women devise an unusual fund-raiser in his memory.  Their actions unexpectedly produce self-doubt and strained friendships.

Anne Yuille, Naone Carrel, Nikki-Lynne Hunter, Paul Jackson, Liz de Totth, Elaine Noon, Megs Skillicorn
At the core of this production is the excellent ensemble playing of Naone Carrel, Liz de Totth, Elaine Noon, Anne Yuille, Nikki-Lynne Hunter and Megs Skillicorn..  There are no caricatures here.  Their interaction with each other is precise and believable.  Judi Crane as Marie, the head of this Womens’ Institute, artfully plays a sour old dragon who eventually shows she’s a real person after all.  Jonathan Garland gives a very moving performance as the doomed husband, John, and the initially ill-at-ease photographer of Paul Jackson is nicely done.  Good support is provided in well-played cameos by Rob De Fries, Rebecca Butler, Linda Tregonning, Tracy Thomas and Sam Hannan-Morrow.

Paul Jackson and Naone Carrel
The set, designed by Russell Brown, captures the atmosphere of a faded church hall and changes cleverly into an important outdoor setting.  Costume designer, Miriam Miley-Read, has provided the cast with a practical and appealing set of costumes, particularly for the Womens’ Institute group who require multiple costume changes.  They really look like the clothes those characters would wear.  Sound design by Jonathan Pearson includes good choices of snatches of tunes that complement the action and the expert lighting design is by Stephen Still.

Elaine Noon and Liz de Totth

Karin Einhaus, in charge of properties backstage, must be one of the busiest people of the night, co-ordinating the large number of items that need to go on and off the stage.  It all happened smoothly, thanks to her and the skilled stage crew who smoothly and quickly made the onstage changes happen, mostly in very low light.

Megs Skillicorn and Nikki-Lynne Hunter

Catherine Hill, the director, has done a great job with her cast, producing one of the finest examples of ensemble playing that I’ve seen in a long time.  Her incisive direction of the important calendar photographs scene creates a memorable end to the first act.  The positive audience reaction to this scene on opening night was extraordinary and well-deserved.  In a second act that could be anti-climactic in the wrong hands, the director keeps the pace moving so that our interest in these people never flags.  Catherine Hill’s direction brings out the warmth, wit and humanity of a good play which covers universal issues we can all relate to.

Photos by Len Power

Broadcast on Artsound FM 92.7 on 'Dress Circle' Sunday 17 February 2013

Friday, February 15, 2013

The Secret River adapted by Andrew Bovell from the novel by Kate Grenville

 The Secret River adapted by Andrew Bovell from the novel by Kate Grenville.  Sydney Theatre Company directed by Neil Armfield at Canberra Playhouse, February 14-17, 2013.

Reviewed by Frank McKone
February 14

It’s difficult to write about a play when the depth of sadness in it leaves me in silence.

This – me: my place.  These are the final words of the tragedy that was, and still is, the dispossession and mass murder of Aboriginal people throughout Australia.  The sadness of The Secret River is that the invaders were themselves the dispossessed of London, saved from the gallows only by being transported for life.  Their only hope of survival was a ticket-of-leave and a plot of land – Aboriginal land.

My feelings turn even darker when I think that only yesterday – 200 years from the arrival the fictional William Thornhill and the real Solomon Wiseman on the Hawkesbury River – has our Parliament passed an Act of Recognition saying that in law the Aboriginal people were the First People of this land.  I noticed when the camera scanned the House of Representatives while the Prime Minister spoke, and the Leader of the Opposition spoke, giving bi-partisan support, the Opposition benches were almost empty.  How sad that those Members could not turn up and show real respect on such an occasion.

The tragedy, I’m afraid, is not over yet.

I was hoping from the pen of Andrew Bovell and the directing of Neil Armfield that Kate Grenville’s novel would be more focussed on stage; while perhaps its more epic nature as a novel tended towards diffusion.  Though at interval I felt unsettled because I could not feel sure of how things were progressing dramatically, the second half put everything together.

What Bovell has done is to concentrate on the essence of the novel.  The stage play doesn’t allow us to escape from the immediacy of the situation; while when reading we can stop and distance ourselves a little from our feelings.

The casting is excellent throughout, but I have to say that Ursula Yovich was quite extraordinary in her role of narrator, and her singing at the very end drove the tragic feeling into our very souls.  The whole audience remained silent in the stillness which is the mark of great theatre, and then responded especially, I thought, to the hope for the future that the curtain call represented, as the cast – themselves in reality from both sides of the divide in the play – were united in the success of the performance.



Set model for The Secret River

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

WEST SIDE STORY


Nicola Hall (Maria), Lachlan Whan (Tony)
Photo: Steph Burgess
Free Rain Theatre,                                          

The Q, Queanbeyan until 24th February.

Reviewed by Bill Stephens




“West Side Story”, with its familiar Romeo and Juliet story set among warring gangs in the New York slums, is given an impressive new production by Free Rain Theatre, which effectively captures much of the excitement of this musical masterpiece.

Leonard Bernstein’s still stunning score, thrillingly performed by a large orchestra conducted by Major Geoff Grey, drives the production along, complimented by a series of well-staged set pieces, most notably the “ Dance at the Gym” and the impressively staged fight sequences, that are genuinely exciting.

Director, Anne Somes has chosen a predominately young cast for this production, and while this has paid off in the lead roles, some ensemble members simply do not have  the technical  skills necessary to do justice to Lisa Buckley’s demanding choreography, especially obvious in the opening “Jet Song”.   

Despite his slim physique, Lachlan Whan is a virile, passionate Tony, whose depiction of ecstatic first love is both believable and affecting. His performance of “Maria” is a highlight.  Nicola Hall is equally impressive as Maria, and despite her pretty voice showing signs of tiredness in the second act, her acting remained focussed and convincing.  

Zack Drury (Riff) and Jordan Kelly (Bernado) are both outstanding as the warring gang leaders, but Amy Dunham as Anita, (unexpectedly, in flat shoes) appeared tentative and insecure in a role that should deliver fireworks. 

                                (This review appears in City News 14th February edition)

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

It’s Culture, Stupid! – National Arts Summit 2013 and Platform Papers No 34


It’s Culture, Stupid!  Reflections of an arts bureaucrat by Leigh Tabrett is Currency House’s quarterly essay in the Platform Papers series for February 2013, serendipitously contemporaneously launched the day after the National Arts Summit 2013, which was held at Llewellyn Hall, ANU School of Music, Canberra on 12 February, ably MC’d by ABC ClassicFM stalwart, Christopher Lawrence.

Commentator: Frank McKone

“It’s my job, and it matters!”

With an efficiency dividend in mind, in this election year, I thought it best to consider both of these together since so much of Tabrett’s analysis has bearing on what was said by the Federal Minister for the Arts, Peter Garrett and the other speakers –

Robyn Archer (Creative Director of the Centenary of Canberra);
David Throsby (Professor of Economics at Macquarie University);
Lisa Colley (heading up business advisory services through the Enterprise Connect Creative     Industries Innovation Centre);
Hugh Mackay (well-known social commentator, former Deputy Chair of the Australia Council and inaugural Chair of the Australian Capital Territory Community Inclusion Board);
Don Aitkin (historian and political scientist, Foundation Chair of the Australian Research Council, former Vice-Chancellor of University of Canberra, and currently Chair of the ACT Cultural Facilities Corporation and the National Capital Authority);
Monica Penders (Director of ScreenACT);
Richard Gill (cuurently Artistic Director of the Education Program for the Sydney Symphony Orchestra, and Founding Music Director and Conductor Emeritus of Victorian Opera among many posts in a long and distinguished career);
Claudia Visca (Professor of Voice, University of Music and Performing Arts, Vienna, Austria);
Deborah Stone (Editor of artsHub Australia);
Julie Dyson (National Director of AusDance).

There was even a poem about a magnificent fart by Les Murray, Australia’s larger than life most ascerbic poet of the small indignities of human existence.

We needed the laugh, when, for example, the people near me were aghast as a music teacher in a Canberra Government high school explained that her budget to run a music department including two bands, with all the purchases and maintenance of instruments (including one instrument needing $300 for repairs) for 35 students was $1000.  I remember my budget for some 120 drama students, including managing a studio space and a 250 seat theatre was $4 per student per year – and then only after I put on a typical drama queen tantrum in the school’s finance committee.

It seemed to me, at this Arts Summit, that nearly 20 years since my retirement from that fray, little has changed.  Robyn Archer, as only she can do, made a rousing speech about courage in the face of the natural fear of performing, the inspiration “in a miraculous way” of the arts, and how they drive us to the great moral, ethical questions.

But I thought, in the whole morning’s talk, it was Deborah Stone’s report of the artsHub’s National Arts Survey that brought us to the greatest question, encapsulated in the quote from the practising artists, of whom, according to Don Aitkin, 99.9% “do something else for a living”.  They say:

“It’s my job, and it matters!”

The question is “What can we do about the community attitude in this country which accords the artist such a low status – despite the fact that everyone benefits from what artists do, from the design of the clothes you wear to the heights of the Opera House; despite the fact that participating in creative arts literally makes sad people happier (and even alleviates pain in hospital patients); despite the fact that the arts industry is economically huge.”

This was the issue that was clear from all the speakers.  But I thought another key concern was not articulated at the Summit.

Minister Garrett touched briefly on how the arts can be a medium for cross-cultural understanding, but did not develop the point that for a multicultural society to be successful, the arts – that is, all people having the opportunity and support for actively creating and appreciating arts – are essential.  Our multicultural success, which we love to pat ourselves on the back about, is under pressure from right-wing forces.  If multiculturalism gets no further than the Multicultural Festival we have just had over the last weekend in Canberra – largely still just a folkloric affair – then watch out for the next Cronulla Riot, and the continuing horrifying rate of deaths of Aboriginal people in jail.

Though one has to be cynical about political leadership, we can only hope that the Minister’s insistence that the combination of the Gonski reforms in education – to give every child fair resources across the country – and the full implementation of the new National Curriculum, in which every child will have continuing arts education (with a little help from our friend, the National Broadband Network), will make the difference for the next generation.  So long as the State Governments, who are constitutionally responsible for schools, he pointed out, come to the party.

Which, of course, raises the question of the other party who might win the next election in September.

And even then will we ever reach the stage, described by Richard Gill, of Finland?  There, he says, only those in tertiary music schools who are not good enough to be selected  as teachers, are then diverted into training as performers.  Imagine what that does to the status of arts teachers.  And down the track what it would do to the status of artists in the community.

Which brings me to the practical conclusions reached by Leigh Tabrett in It’s Culture, Stupid!  Reflections of an arts bureaucrat.

This is about the development of the National Cultural Policy.  She writes: “Unfortunately, our political system tends to put a very limited life on any policy developed by a single government.  I will try to suggest some mechanisms which might be more enduring than such a policy, and which might provide a basis from which national, state and local policy can be developed, and collaboration across levels of government can take place.”

To move towards a culture which is not so stupid, Tabrett suggests what we can do.  Check out www.currencyhouse.org.au for the full story.  I hope all political parties will have the sense to take up these suggestions:

A nationally agreed statement on the importance of culture and the purpose of public investment in culture.

And then, agreed statements on

Support for both makers and consumers;
A framework on the scope of arts and culture;
An accord between the Australia Council and the States [and Territories];
A change of focus in support for organisations;
New ways of using funds, and new sources of funds;
If we really want ‘whole of government’ involvement;
 And finally – A language of cultural value.

However ‘bureaucratic’ these sound, Tabrett, former Deputy Director-General of Arts Queensland from 2005 to 2012 explains what was not discussed or very much thought about at the National Arts Summit: that bureaucrats must work from policy documents which political institutions (in other words, politicians in parliaments) agree on.

We can only hope that the commonsense of a bureaucrat combined with the perspectives – and factual information – of the National Arts Summit speakers can be put together by a Federal Arts Minister who has himself (he told us so) had the experience of starting in his church choir, moving on to the folk scene and then becoming a successful (though probably still not very rich) pop-rock singer who presented himself as a person of conscience and concern for our relations with Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples and the environment.

And before September, if possible.


Sunday, February 10, 2013

WEST SIDE STORY

Book by Arthur Laurents
Music by Leonard Bernstein, Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
Directed by Anne Somes
Presented by Free Rain at the Q Theatre, Queanbeyan, February 8 - 24

Review by Len Power

For a Broadway show that opened in New York in 1957, it’s amazing that it’s still as entertaining and thought-provoking over 50 years later.  With music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim and a book by Arthur Laurents, the show takes Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and transplants it to 1950s New York and the gang warfare that was erupting at the time.  What was unusual was the amount of dance in the show, choreographed by Jerome Robbins.  In addition, the musical score demanded singers with a wide vocal range and the ability to really act the roles.  No wonder the show is considered a turning point in Broadway musical history.

Free Rain’s Director, Anne Somes, has gathered together an enthusiastic and talented company of young actors to perform this landmark show.

Nicola Hall 'Feels Pretty' as Maria
Nicola Hall, as Maria, sings very well and is quite convincing as the young innocent who grows up very quickly.  Lachlan Whan, in a role that has defeated many an actor, made Tony a truly believable character and he has the voice range to sing it, too.  However, he needs to take more care with his accent while singing, sounding too Australian at times.  Amy Dunham played and sang an exciting and sexy Anita and Zack Drury and Jordan Kelly played the gang leaders with the required toughness and bravado.

Lachlan Whan as Tony believes 'Something's Coming'
Other notables in the large cast were Beth Deer as Rosalia, who sang and danced beautifully and displayed her flair for comedy in ‘America’.  Sarah Darnley-Stuart, Linda Gledhill and Max Gambale sang an affecting trio during the ‘Somewhere’ ballet sequence.  Max Gambale was also very funny along with the other Jets in ‘Gee, Officer Krupke’.  The ‘Tonight’ sequence prior to the Rumble was exciting and well sung by all involved.

Beth Deer dancing and singing as Sharks' girl, Rosalia
Anne Somes kept the show moving at a whirlwind pace but the constant shouting by the gang members was a bit wearing.  More light and shade would have given more insight into their individual characters.  The costumes by Fiona Leach were, for the most part, pleasing and in period.  However the costume for Officer Krupke made him look like something out of a pantomime.  The set, made up of ladders and scaffolding perfectly evoked….well, ladders and scaffolding.  An abstract set is fine but this simply looks unfinished and adds nothing to the show.
 
It was good to see original choreography by Lisa Buckley that worked very well with only an occasional nod to Jerome Robbins’ original steps.  ‘Dance At The Gym’ looked a bit cramped on the stage but, apart from that, the cast handled the choreography with flash and precision.

Lachlan Whan and Nicola Hall as Tony and Maria dream of 'Somewhere'...
This is a pleasing production of an important musical which everyone should see at least once in their lifetime.

Photographs by Len Power

Originally broadcast on Artsound FM 92.7 ‘Dress Circle’ program on Sunday 10 February 2013


Thursday, February 7, 2013

CELTIC THUNDER


George Donaldson, Emmett Cahill, Ryan Kelly, Keith Harkin, Neil Byrne 
Royal Theatre, Canberra,
Tuesday 5th February 2013

Reviewed by Bill Stephens.










You certainly don’t have to be Irish to enjoy this slickly produced tribute to Celtic heritage, and the power of modern marketing,  which was clearly designed to push the nostalgia buttons of Irish expats with its theme of “Home”, but no less enjoyable for that.

As the audience entered the auditorium of the cavernous Royal Theatre they were greeted by an artfully lit stage on which was an excellent multi-level set suggesting the ruins of an ancient stone castle along the Irish coast, with the mast of a tall sailing ship visible through several of the well-placed entrances to the performing area.

As soon as the near-capacity crowd was seated, the lights dimmed and a disembodied voice entoned the now seemingly obligatory poem which seems to precede every Irish show as fog swirled mysteriously over the setting and dark figures took up their places onstage.  Suddenly the music and the lights came-up to reveal five handsome, impeccably styled, young men clad, not in traditional kilts as you might expect, but in smart tailored suits, singing the stirring harmonies  of “Heartland”.
Celtic Thunder on stage.

Even though Celtic Thunder had only visited Canberra once before, most of the audience appeared to be fans. Indeed many had travelled from as far away as Wagga Wagga and Cooma, and the group was greeted with ecstatic applause.

 Keith Urban look-alike, Keith Harkin, lead off the solos with an excellent version of “The Dutchman”, to be quickly followed by Emmett Cahill with a gently intense performance of “Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears”.   Neil Byrne’s first solo “Lagan Love” featured a beautiful violin interlude, while Ryan Kelly introduced himself with a driving version “Black is the colour”.

Following a toe-tapping Clancy Brothers ensemble medley, the senior member of the group, George Donaldson, charmed  with a touchingly introspective rendition of “The Old Man”.  Later in the program he also sang a similarly fine version of the Harry Chapin hit, “Cats in the Cradle”.

Song after song followed in quick succession, often without introduction.  Solos and ensemble numbers were interrupted by brilliant instrumental interludes.  Some numbers were choreographed, and all bore evidence a skilful director, with some new element being introduced to every song.

 It was a highly polished, tight presentation, with the whole company on stage for the full two and a half hours, except for a 20 minute interval.  Especially notable was the fact that none of the singers used face-covering hand microphones, favouring head-mics, which allowed them the freedom to use their hands expressively, perform choreography and play instruments when required.

At various points during the performance, each of the five singers was allowed a few moments to introduce a song, or share some biographical detail. While this provided the audience with the opportunity to individualise the singers, it was a pity that given the tightness of the rest of the show, more thought had not been given by the singers as to the best way to use these moments. Surely it was only necessary for just one of the singers to tell the audience how much they appreciated their fans being present. By the time the third person re-iterated this, it had begun to sound trite and insincere.

The only other blemish on the superb presentation was the stage-hand setting up guitars and props throughout the show, which drew focus every time he was caught in the spotlight, which was often.

Special mention must be made of the superb seven member band, led by David Munro on Keyboards, and including Nicole Hudson on violin, Seana Davey on harp and whistles, who also demonstrated some very fancy footwork, Laura Durrant on cello, guitarist Dave Baker, Barry Kerr on whistles and bodhran and Declan O’Donoghue on percussion.  

The three girls barefooted in pretty Celtic-inspired costumes, and the men clad in plan dark kilts, not only provided superb, endlessly varied backing arrangements,  but participated enthusiastically in the staging, insuring constant visual variety, which was enhanced by constant changes of costume by the five singers.  For the finale all the men donned traditional kilts for a stirring rendition of “Mo Ghile Mear” which brought the adoring audience to its feet for a well-deserved standing ovation.

During the evening it was announced that Celtic Thunder would be returning to Canberra later in the year with a new show “Mythology”.  If you missed them this time around, watch out for that one.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Out of the Cabinet: Shortis & Simpson


Out of the Cabinet  Shortis & Simpson at Speakers Corner, National Archives of Australia, February 2 and 3, 2013, 11am and 2pm.

Reviewed by Frank McKone
February 2

I trust this review of John Shortis’s work will not have the same dire consequences as the execrable review in Sydney of The Boiling Frog, for which John wrote the music at the original Nimrod Theatre in 1984.  He now claims that he was the cause not only of the failure of that anti-nuclear show, but also of director John Bell’s moving on, ultimately to form Bell Shakespeare, and of Nimrod moving from Nimrod Street, and its demise, to ultimately become Belvoir Theatre.

On the other hand, despite everything, in that same year, the destitute John had to be driven to work by Moya, his new employer, and love blossomed in her car, ultimately to form Shortis & Simpson, our very own and obviously much-loved at the National Archives, Canberran satirical duo.

So I suppose, objectively speaking, that John’s loss in 1984 was everyone else’s gain.  Artistically even for him, I’m sure – though he pointed out that in that year a musician’s income on average was $5000.  And it’s still the same today – for two of us, said Moya.

Over the several years that Shortis & Simpson have sung the history of the years past as the Cabinet documents are made public, one performance has grown to four.  The enthusiasm, nods of recognition, and a vote of at least 10 on the worm, evident in the applause today, showed why.

Of course the real purpose of our coming together at the National Archives of Australia was to hear Dr Jim Stokes tell the story of Government in 1984-85.  On the nuclear issue, with New Zealand denying access to US ships, since the US would not “confirm or deny” that they might be carrying nuclear weapons, and the French blowing up atolls in the Pacific, the Boiling Frog story is nothing compared with Malcolm Fraser, before the 1983 election, having secretly agreed to let the US test MX missiles – to hit the ocean about 220 kilometres east of Tasmania – while Bob Hawke managed to get the message through to Ronald Reagan that, however important the ANZUS Treaty was, public opinion might be difficult to manage if the MX test went ahead.

The test was shelved – and I found myself wondering what would have happened if an MX had fallen a little bit short and hit New Zealand.  Indeed, was the planned test meant to threaten David Lange, the NZ PM?

No wonder we needed Shortis & Simpson!

They lightened our day with clever humour, lyrics and music, but with the right degree of ‘edge’ – or more often the left – for this politically savvy audience.  They gave us the social life of those days through the popular music and songs, with I think the most amazing performance by Moya, from Leonard Cohen’s gutter-level gravelly voice to the high point of Madonna (that was after she had been rejected by Richard Attenborough when she auditioned for A Chorus Line).  And, especially for me whose hearing has never easily picked up pop song lyrics, I heard every word.  Now I know the rest of the lines of “Girls just wanna have fun!” – wonderful!