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‘Factor 9’ (Traverse: 24 – 26 April’14)

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Matthew Zajac as Bruce (Norval)

Matthew Zajac as Bruce (Norval)

‘Blood bags swing in the central section … Death certificates litter the stage floor throughout.’

Editorial Rating: Outstanding

There is an eye-catching stainless steel angel outside the Scottish National Blood Transfusion Service centre in Ellen’s Glen Road, Liberton, barely four miles south of the Traverse. There is also, facing Reception, a rust streaked 40 cubic yard capacity waste skip. Factor 9 shows us what happened when, in 1984, contaminated blood product did not end up in the bin.

Injury, pain, hurt and a raging sense of injustice is how writer Hamish MacDonald sees it. His script could have taken on some late gothic horror, as in Stevenson’s Olalla, but that is torpid and exotic compared to the energy and ghastly proximity of Factor 9.

Dramatic, genuine, testimony is given by two haemophilia sufferers, Rab (Stewart Porter) and Bruce (Matthew Zajac). Together, but occasionally taking different parts along the way, they tell the story of their lives. In medical reports and studies they are classified as ‘Unfortunate individuals’ who were exposed to that single batch of HIV contaminated factor VIII concentrate from Scottish donors. Rab would have been a ghillie but now only drives into the hills to scream insults at the view. Bruce tried to be a nurse but is thrown off his course – and onto the streets – as an unacceptable infectious risk. He has a recurring hopeless dream of taking a hammer to water and trying to smash his way out of all-enveloping misery. Bruce has, in his words, become shockproof: “Fucking unfortunate?” No, try “Fucking incredible”.

“How could this happen?” is the furious and tendentious question that fronts Factor 9. Director Ben Harrison and Designer Emily Jones get the answers out in impressive and surprising order. Visual, contextual information is screened on the grid squares of a threefold set. Important dates and locations clearly register, not least the security fencing around the Arkansas state prison(s) where donor prisoners are paid for their blood, some of it infected with viral hepatitis and HIV. White symbols turn red when, of those 32 patients in that 1984 cohort, another one is ‘away’. A lab bench wheels into use as a bed. Utility chairs are in the Waiting area where Rab and Bruce and their families spend a horrible amount of time. Blood bags swing in the central section and the names of drug companies – notoriously IG Farben and latterly Hoechst, Armour, Baxter and Bayer – are indexed above. Death certificates litter the stage floor throughout.

L. Stewart Porter as Rab (Mackie)

L. Stewart Porter as Rab (Mackie)

Actors Porter and Zajac are utterly convincing. You see Rab and Bruce briefly, innocently, having fun in the Children’s Hospital when their parents have gone home for the night but otherwise, as stigmatised plague-carriers and guinea-pigs, it is their outright, unequivocal anger that registers. Rab knows magic tricks and the vehemence of his ironic “Abracadabra” when significant medical records just disappear is punishing. Zajac also plays the haematology consultant and actually wins sympathy for a professional who, grappling with the uncertain and the unknown, finally does not know what to say. The scene when an anatomical skeleton is substituted for the doctor and ‘examined’ by his patients is ingenious and macabre.

Factor 9 is properly more than a tongue-lashing for pharma. Neither is it a pitiless exposee of medical practice in the face of an emerging pandemic within the haemophila community. It is much better than viral polemic because of terrific performance and inventive direction. In the House of Commons the Contaminated Blood (Support for Infected and Bereaved Persons) Bill waits for its 2nd Reading. This Dogstar Theatre production should introduce it.

outstanding

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Reviewer: Alan Brown (Seen 24 April)

Visit Factor 9‘s homepage here and preview the show’s Fringe ’14 run here.

‘Skeleton Wumman’ (Traverse: 22 – 26 April ’14)

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Buchan Lennon as Young Man and Amy Conochan as Skeleton Wumman. Photo: Lesley Black.

Buchan Lennon as Young Man and Amy Conochan as Skeleton Wumman.
Photo: Lesley Black.

‘Buchan is seamless, fluid and graceful. If he were Salome, I’d have the head of John the Baptist brought to him with an apple in its mouth.’

Editorial Rating: Nae Bad

“I’m not entirely sure I understood that,” I confided to no one in particular walking out into the thick Spring mist. The questions raised by Gerda Stevenson’s lunchtime script continued to buzz round my head as I wandered through the exhibition of Edward Lear watercolours at the National Gallery. It’s a sign that the magic of theatre is working I suppose. There’s a similarity in the way Lear represented mid-nineteenth century Greece and the seascape of myths conjured by Stevenson.

Both evoke folk memories held deep in the collective conscience. Both present skilled artists with a canvas for intricate flair – none of Lear’s paintings is larger than A3 while a Play, a Pie and Pint runs not much more than an hour. And neither entirely satisfy.

The muted colours of the Scots dialect run from Stevenson’s pallet into something of a monologue delivered by Amy Conachan as the Skeleton Wumman. The plot is an interplay of narratives woven from Inuit tales and mythology, offset by the innermost thoughts of a contemporary young girl.

There is an Inuit tale of a fisherman who ensnares bones of a forgotten young woman, cast out by her disapproving father. When the seemingly lifeless, barnacled relic of a past tragedy drinks a single tear shed in sorrow by the fisherman, her flesh and animation return, in turn ensnaring him. In Stevenson’s narrative the Skeleton Wumman might also stand for Sedna, Inuit goddess of the deep.

The young girl portrayed by Conachan is severely disabled. We find her at home being cared for by her father, an oldskool fisherman stuck on land by the inclement season. We hear her innermost thoughts, ideas and perspectives, which she is otherwise unable to communicate especially to her uncommunicative father.

Conachan leads a trio of performers who somehow sprint the marathon. She is an extremely gifted performer, one who knows how best to present the results of her Royal Conservatoire of Scotland training (where she is currently studying). She is the glue holding the narratives together and does not come unstuck even as the script’s monologue starts to skirt the bounds of monotony. Conachan’s relationships with Buchan Lennon (as her Father and as the Young Swimmer who has caught her eye at the city pool) are truly enervating.

Buchan is seamless, fluid and graceful. If he were Salome, I’d have the head of John the Baptist brought to him with an apple in its mouth. He inhabits both characters more like a Game of Thrones warg than someone playing make believe. Every nuance is there. The Father is at once terrified of nappies, especially now his daughter’s becoming a woman, whilst also tender, attentive and affectionate. The Young Swimmer is shy but friendly, a breath of fresh exotic air. Buchan fills Kipling’s unforgiving minute in If with miles of distance run.

Completing the trio is Seylan Baxter. Noted as one of the small, but growing, number of players reintroducing the cello into Scottish traditional music, Baxter provides far more than a soundscape. She employs the electric cello for both music and sound effects. The beating heart, the familiar musical phrase, the playful twist, each is managed from a push pedal system allowing her to sample herself as merrily she rolls along. Sitting on the far left, I’ve got the best view of the pedal system in action. Not a foot wrong, although one time Baxter almost hands Buchan an umbrella instead of an inflatable rubber ring; happens to the best of us.

The props, set, lighting and sound were all of the highest standard. The gentle sobbing from the techies responsible for all those cues added not unpleasantly to the overall effect. This was a production of very high production values and higher ambitions, the more so for having hit almost every mark.

I’ll be thinking about Stevenson’s script long after Edward Lear’s watercolours have washed out of memory. Spooky, to the point of spine-tingling, Skeleton Wumman is however unfairly weighted between the trio on stage. But that Conachan is a thoughtful and compelling performer, one who carries much more than her own weight, the play might have foundered.

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Reviewer: Dan Lentell (Seen 22 April)

Visit Skeleton Wumman‘s homepage here.

Kickstarting the Edinburgh Fringe pt.7

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A wander through the parks and byways of the city this Easter Sunday reveals the twin themes of rebirth and renewal to be topping the bill. Spring has sprung. I’ve even managed to ‘catch the sun’ – meaning that I have shifted on the tanning spectrum, from White Walker to Wildling.

“Magnolia in bud is a fairer prospect than when in bloom.”

With spring comes the promise of summer, and for Edinbuggers, resident and diaspratic, summer is the Fringe. In this online, plugged-in age of wonders the budding of the Fringe is most manifest in the Kickstarter campaigns launched by hopefuls aiming to bring their shows to the festivals in August.

Not sure what a Kickstarter is? Check out our 6 previous installments here; here; here, here, here and here.

Andromeda Turre: Kiss Me

Spending ten years on the dating scene has been an experience of heart-break and hilarity for Andromeda Turre. She has woven this wealth of tragicomic material into the songs and stories of Kiss Me, the show which will mark the sultry songstress’ Fringe debut.

Her sound has been described as a cross between Sting, Sade and Adele. The show’s launching pad will be at Space Cabaret on the Royal Mile, perhaps with an album and book to follow. Accompanying Turre in August will be a band of four including her drummer brother Orion.

Turre, who is the daughter of jazz musicians, currently stars in Sleep No More in New York, and does background vocals at Saturday Night Live. She has toured 17 countries with her own band, was the last Raelette hired to sing background vocals for Ray Charles, and starred in Woody Allen’s Murder Mystery Blues.

Have a look at the other potential shows we’ve previewed: Kat Woods’ Belfast Boy; Finn Anderson’s Alba; A Scottish Musical; The Wrong Shoes Theatre Company’s The Anima Project; Apphia Campbell’s Black is the Color of My Voice; Ian Harvey Stone’s The Devil Without; The Red Oak Theatre Company’s Funny Girl; Luc Valvona’s The Improvised Improv Show; Dogstar Theatre’s Factor 9; Unprescribed by almuni of the Royal Central School of Speech & Drama; Wac Arts’s Journies Beyond; Paperbark Theatre Company’s This Is Where We Live; A Collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales by the bright young things of Kent State Uni’s Transforum Theatre; Jess Thom’s Touretteshero: Backstage In Biscuit Land; Unbound Productions’ Travesti; Berserker Residents’s The Post Show Talk Back.

Note: The Kickstarter videos embedded in this post don’t show up in the email notification sent out to those of you following us through WordPress (but they are on the website, promise).

‘The Comedy of Errors’ (King’s: 16 – 19 April ’14)

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Guess who? Antipholuses of Ephesus x2 & Dromios of Syracuse x2. Photo: Nobby Clark

Photo: Nobby Clark

“James Tucker as Adriana pushed out all the stops. He built up a fantastic head of steam, crashing into the terminus barriers with enough force to lift the plot’s ludicrous conclusion to the heights of hilarity.”

Editorial Rating: Nae Bad

The three preceding (and four subsequent) plays of the RSC’s 2001 Histories Cycle had been so brilliant, that the unutterable awfulness of Edward Hall’s take on Henry V came as a serious shock to the system. It’s taken thirteen years of painstaking therapy for the flashbacks and nightmares to subside. Unforgettable was the moment when Hall had hundreds of tennis balls bounce across the stage on Essex’s line, “Tennis balls, my liege.” One of the most dangerous and dramatic moments in the canon blown out of all proportion for the sake of a cheesy visual gag. For those of us embarked on the whirlwind tour of eight history plays in six days the forced funny fell flat.

By contrast, two nights earlier the definitive Richard II of my lifetime had snatched our collected breath away. The late, much lamented Steven Pimlott punctuated the opening play of the Cycle with the lines, “I have been studying how I may compare, This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it.” Shakespeare gave the line to Richard II alone. Pimlott shared it with Queen Anne (Act 3: Scene 4), Richard (Act 5: Scene 5) and at the very end with Bolingbroke. The effect was profound, out barding the Swan.

The recurring lines appealed to my grumpy teenaged sensibilities. More consequentially, it conclusively demonstrated that a director can be reverential to Shakespeare’s unmatched genius without embalming his text. David Troughton played Bolingbroke, opposite Sam West in the title role. Both are scions of great acting families. Edward Hall, director of the Propellor Theatre Company, has an equally impressive pedigree, but as Tony Benn liked to quip, there’s no such thing as an hereditary pilot.

Back in 2001, when mobile phones were still a novelty (just about), the cast of Henry V had been slouching around on stage at the start when a ringtone rang out. It was Pistol’s! How funny was that? What a clever and inventive way to remind people that they might inadvertently interrupt the script with a needless distraction.

Thirteen years later, we enter to find the same busy business on stage and off. Actors flit hither and dither one-sidedly chatting with the audience, establishing The Comedy of Error’s Rocky Horror aesthetic. Perhaps this bonphonie is your cup of tea. All I’d suggest is that in the nature of things, a person standing can’t help but talk down to a person sitting, figuratively and literally.

An all-male cast (as in Shakespeare’s own day) necessitates cross-dressing. Hold the panto, why are we meant to find this intrinsically funny? All-female Lears et al don’t tend to tap this varicose vein of comedy mould. In the week when India recognised transgender people as belonging to a third gender, I can’t help wondering if we aren’t being invited to backhandedly giggle at the black and white minstrels of our age.

Similarly the all-caucasian Mariachi band seemed to suggest something diminishing about Mexican culture not uttered, outside the Top Gear studio, since the producers of Fraiser toyed with the idea of Daphne being a laconic hispanic housemaid back in the early ‘90s. Did this production seep out of the Blue Peter millennial time capsule? Even the prolific use of football shirts nodded towards the Nick Hornby-era, when the beautiful game’s gentrification was at fever pitch. The 21st century appeared above the Madness inspired soundtrack in the form of the e-cigarette which is now all but ubiquitous in productions lacking mature vision.

The Comedy of Errors is a tough nut to crack. Two pairs of mistaken identical twins causing double the hilarious consequences. It’s a silly play requiring serious talent on stage. Fortunately, even the Dead Sea can reflect starlight.

This was an exceptional cast without exception. Joseph Chance and Dan Wheeler, as the twin masters, established the musky basenotes from which the playful rifts of Will Featherstone and Matthew McPherson, as the twin servants, emerged to enliven. Although all four were not on stage together until play’s end, they conjured a continuum which turned the narrative arc into a canopy of luscious woodbine, sweet musk-roses and eglantine which perfectly perfumed the performances of the entire cast.

James Tucker as Adriana pushed out all the stops. He built up a fantastic head of steam, crashing into the terminus barriers with enough force to lift the plot’s ludicrous conclusion to the heights of hilarity. Beneath the dragging drag act both he, as well as the flawless Arthur Wilson (Luciana), established the emotional range required for the darker comedy.

Dominic Gerrard as The Duke, as with the whole production, came into his own after the interval. Suddenly the pace got pacier, with time being left for the actors to enjoy the fruits of their labours. The plot may be thin as tissue during a paper pulp shortage but it frames some fantastic lines, banter and badinage.

To see a strong cast with swift bite slow to sink their teeth in requires the Russian Revolutionary remedy. After 1917 Soviet orchestras divested themselves of importunate conductors, preferring to guide the collective collaboration by the mutual light of their individual talents. The Propeller Theatre Company should propel their Jonah overboard.

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Reviewer: Dan Lentell (Seen 18 April)

Visit Propellor at King’s homepage here.

‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ (King’s: 16 – 19 April)

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Chris Myles as Bottom Photo: Nobby Clark

Chris Myles as Bottom
Photo: Nobby Clark

‘unambiguously, unashamedly, unpretentiously hilarious’

Editorial Rating: Nae Bad

When I was a child, I couldn’t understand why half of Shakespeare’s plays were described as “comedies”; they seemed so resolutely unfunny. I wish I could have seen Propeller back then – because whatever else you might think of their Midsummer Night’s Dream, it’s unambiguously, unashamedly, unpretentiously hilarious. There’s one particular scene which might just be the most entertaining five minutes I’ve ever spent in a theatre, and if they just stood and read from scripts for the rest of the running time, it would still be worth the ticket price for those moments of joy alone.

But of course, that’s not what they do. The director’s notes highlight a “rigorous approach to the text”, but his style and presentation are unashamedly modern. The piece is filled with bold, striking images – and it’s performed very much in three dimensions, with actors clambering and capering on ledges across the backdrop. The literal high point comes when Oberon and Titania first confront each other, perched on matching thrones far above the other actors’ heads, divided by the chasm of the stage.

The physicality of Propeller’s performance adds a lot to the humour, but it has a serious edge to it too. Joseph Chance’s Puck delivers just the right mix of the carefree and the sinister. The Rude Mechanicals are re-invented with a dash of Dad’s Army, though their comic play-within-a-play arguably suffers a little in comparison to the earlier scenes. And it’s all set off by an appropriately other-worldly soundscape – intriguingly created by the actors, live on stage.

But of course, Propeller’s work is best known for a completely different reason: specifically that the actors are all men. And surprisingly, it’s here that the sense of effortless coherence begins to break down, with their approach to Shakespeare’s women feeling distinctly variable. At one end of the scale, Will Featherstone plays Hippolyta convincingly as a female, while James Tucker’s punkish Titania is a fascinating creation – the perfect equal for Darrel Brockis’ magnificent, half-crazed Oberon. But with other characters, the gender inversion seems more of a parody, and seeing a male actor mincing and flouncing is a major part of the humour.

Humour, perhaps, is enough. But you can’t quite divorce Propeller’s concept from the gender politics of our modern day – and I’d been hoping for something more than that, some surprising sudden insights which a mixed cast simply couldn’t provide. As it is, I’m not sure they do quite enough to justify their most defining artistic decision. Still, this has to rate as one of the most entertaining Midsummer Night’s Dreams you’re ever likely to have – and a comedy that proves itself still worthy of the name.

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Reviewer: Richard Stamp (Seen 16 April)

Visit Propellor at King’s homepage here.

Kickstarting the Edinburgh Fringe pt.6

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In computer game parlance an “Easter egg” is defined as an unexpected or undocumented feature, included as a bonus. A key benefit of Kickstarter, the crowdfunding website, is its use of promotional videos. These allow promoters to boost their shows by offering potential audiences a preview of their work in progress.

Why not spend this Good Friday checking out this dawn chorus of the Fringe? Don’t forget to see our 5 previous installments here; here; here, here and here.

Touretteshero: Backstage In Biscuit Land

In 2006 Jess Thom – artist, writer and part time superhero – was diagnosed with Tourettes Syndrome. The condition compels her to make movements and noises which she can’t control. She is reckoned to say ‘biscuit’ 16,000 times a day. Her unusual neurology gives her a unique perspective on life, which she’s ready to share with the rest of the world.

Backstage in Biscuit Land is Thom’s brand new show for the Edinburgh Fringe Festival exploring spontaneity, creativity and disability. We’re promised ticcing, singing, stand-up, story telling and things we never knew would make us laugh. With Kickstarter support Thom will be bringing “the most biscuity theatre ever” to Pleasance Above.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1262474519/touretteshero-backstage-in-biscuit-land?ref=discovery

Travesti

Written and directed by Rebecca Hill, and produced by Bradley Leech of Unbound Productions, Travesti is a verbatim play incorporating music and dance. It takes women’s real stories about unruly body hair, being groped on public transport, and experiences of sexual violence, and puts them in the mouths of an ensemble cast of six male actors.

Unbound are an ambitious company of multitudinous talents. It’s no surprise that they have been offered some prime theatrical real estate, 14:50 in Pleasance’s Jack Dome, a place of honour in the venue’s 30th anniversary programme.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/515214248/travesti-edinburgh-festival-14?ref=discovery

The Post Show Talk Back

This August, the pop-comic aesthetic honed and owned by the Berserker Residents is going to be pitched in a curve ball. Audiences will arrive to discover they are already late. Having just managed to catch the curtain call they will bear witness a surreal take on the time-honoured post show discussion.

Hailing from Philadelphia the Berserker Residents blend physical theatre, puppetry, music, sketch, and prop comedy to create memorable theatrical events.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1618511435/berserker-residents-take-edinburgh-0?ref=discovery

Have a look at the other potential shows we’ve previewed: Kat Woods’ Belfast Boy; Finn Anderson’s Alba; A Scottish Musical; The Wrong Shoes Theatre Company’s The Anima Project; Apphia Campbell’s Black is the Color of My Voice; Ian Harvey Stone’s The Devil Without; The Red Oak Theatre Company’s Funny Girl; Luc Valvona’s The Improvised Improv Show; Dogstar Theatre’s Factor 9; Unprescribed by almuni of the Royal Central School of Speech & Drama; Wac Arts’s Journies Beyond; Paperbark Theatre Company’s This Is Where We Live; and A Collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales by the bright young things of Kent State Uni’s Transforum Theatre.

Note: The Kickstarter videos embedded in this post don’t show up in the email notification sent out to those of you following us through WordPress (but they are on the website, promise).

The Last Bloom (Traverse: 15 – 19 April’14)

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Anni Domingo as Cynthia and Cleo Sylvestre as Myrtle in The Last Bloom. Photo by Lesley Black

Anni Domingo as Cynthia and Cleo Sylvestre as Myrtle Photo by Lesley Black

” … questions about the alternative lives we all could have led, and whether it’s so very wrong to seek solace in them”

Editorial Rating: Unrated

In an old folks’ home somewhere in Jamaica, two elderly women squabble over the room they’re forced to share. Myrtle is fussy, inflexible, used to getting her way; Cynthia likes to please, but quickly turns prickly when she’s pushed too far. Myrtle’s the type who knows everyone else’s business, while Cynthia has a secret or two she’d really rather hide. The two have been sharing the room for three days now … and yet, they’ve only just got round to learning each other’s names.

It sounds like the set-up for a sit-com, and there are indeed some delicate moments of humour in this softly-spoken production. But as soon becomes clear, the bickering’s not quite as inconsequential as it seems: there’s a tragedy, perhaps two tragedies, developing before our eyes. It’s something we can easily imagine happening to people we love. It’s something which, one, day, might happen to ourselves.

Anni Domingo is striking as the newcomer Cynthia, deftly introducing the almost-imperceptible moments of confusion which hint at a weakness in her ageing mind. Later, when she starts to flash a child-like smile, it’s hard to know whether to feel deepest sorrow or purest joy. Cleo Sylvestre, meanwhile, perfectly embodies a character we all think we recognise – cantankerous and obstructive, yet soft and tender inside her shell. But the young-looking actors don’t quite capture the physical decay implied by the script; there are some stiff joints, admittedly, but the true bone-weariness we’re told they feel never quite comes through.

There are some interesting ideas in Amba Chevannes’ script: questions about the alternative lives we all could have led, and whether it’s so very wrong to seek solace in them. There are terrifying insights, too, into the future that might await us, and the possibility that the one thing we hold most precious might be stolen away.

And in a year when Scotland has its eyes turned inward, it’s refreshing to see the Traverse stage a play that’s set in Jamaica. The women’s shared patois is challenging at first, but soon develops into a well-judged point of interest – an insight into life that’s an ocean away, yet very much the same as our own.

Ultimately, though, the script leaves too much unexplained or unexplored. At times it feels like there’s a missing scene; at one point, an inconceivably terrible wrong is forgiven and forgotten in the blink of an eye. And the brief epilogue, though poignant, returns to the generic – doing little to crystallise or resolve the tumult that’s gone before.

It’s a shame, because this is a play which speaks of personal experience, and it feels like Chevannes has an elusive message she’s hoping we might hear. But still, there’s plenty to ponder. And perhaps it’s appropriate – when the play’s so much about lying – that it isn’t too specific about what we’re meant to believe.

Reviewer:Richard Stamp (Seen 15 April)

Visit The Last Bloom homepage here.

Kickstarting the Edinburgh Fringe pt.5

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In the run up to this year’s Fringe Edinburgh49 is showcasing companies looking to crowdfund their shows using Kickstarter. If you haven’t figured out the format yet, check back through our previous 4 installments here; here; here and here.

Journies Beyond

Drawing on myths and legends from Britain, Japan, Mexico, Greece as well as the Caribbean, and performed by an all-female cast hailing from 5 continents, veteran Fringer Cavell O’Sullivan’s Journies Beyond promises a comic/tragic integration of dance, song, text and physical theatre exploring a variety of differing cultural takes on the afterlife.

If you are looking to spot a star in the making Wac Arts is a sure starting point. From its hub based at the Old Town Hall in London’s Belsize Park, the company has helped launched the careers of, amongst others, 1996 Oscar, BAFTA and Golden Globe nominee Marianne Jean-Baptiste (Secrets & Lies), 2004 Oscar nominee Sophie Okenedo (Hotel Rwanda), world famous jazz musicians Courtney Pine and Julian Joseph and four Mercury and Mobo Award winners including Ms. Dynamite and Zoe Rahman.

This Is Where We Live

Bristol-based Paperbark Theatre Company aim to bring contemporary Australian scripts on the international stage. The company’s founders, Shaelee Rooke and Oliver de Rohan are Australian actors and theatre-makers who met while training at the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School. Their aim is to bring Vivienne Walshe’s Griffin Award-winning play, This Is Where We Live, to Edinburgh and New York.

The script follows two outback high-school students, Chris and Chloe. He’s a middle-class, wannabe poet; she’s from the wrong side of the tracks. Together, they discover the possibility of escape from their dead-end small town hell.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/789071376/paperbark-presents-this-is-where-we-live-by-vivien?ref=discovery

A Collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales

Transforum Theatre is drawn from the students and alumni of the Kent State School of Theatre and Dance, Ohio. Their goal is to provide opportunities for students to pursue their passions and explore their creativity while developing new works of art in theater, dance, poetry, script writing and more.

A Collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales is a collaborative piece of theatre that combines and expands upon a handful of the classic tales. Transforum’s ensemble promise to employ a unique multitude of theatrical muses such as shadow puppetry and magic to speak to the imaginations of all ages.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1028443110/a-collection-of-grimms-fairy-tales?ref=discovery

Have a look at the other potential shows we’ve previewed: Kat Woods’ Belfast Boy; Finn Anderson’s Alba; A Scottish Musical; The Wrong Shoes Theatre Company’s The Anima Project; Apphia Campbell’s Black is the Color of My Voice; Ian Harvey Stone’s The Devil Without; The Red Oak Theatre Company’s Funny Girl; Luc Valvona’s The Improvised Improv Show; Dogstar Theatre’s Factor 9; and Unprescribed by almuni of the Royal Central School of Speech & Drama.

Note: The Kickstarter videos embedded in this post don’t show up in the email notification sent out to those of you following us through WordPress (but they are on the website, promise).

‘Wendy Hoose’ (Studio at the Festival Theatre: 29 March ’14)

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Photo: Eamonn McGoldrick

Photo: Eamonn McGoldrick

‘a comedy of lack of manners, or of mannered people’s cringe-worthy attempts to misbehave’

Editorial Rating: Nae Bad

Wendy Hoose is by Johnny McKnight and is A Birds of Paradise Theatre Company and Random Accomplice production. Directed by Robert Softley Gale & Johnny McKnight.

If you’re the sort of person who reads the small-print of theatre programmes, you’ll know all about audio description. Sitting at the back of selected performances, audio describers explain – for the benefit of those who can’t see the action themselves – exactly what’s happening on stage. lt’s normally done using headphones. But Julie Brown, Wendy Hoouse’s audio describer, wants to share her thoughts with all of us … so they’ve ditched the technology, and just let her speak over the PA.

Which, put like that, sounds suspiciously right-on. But Wendy Hoose is all about messing with expectations – and this particular subversion proves truly inspired. Like the opinionated narrator of a Victorian novel, Brown seemingly can’t keep her thoughts to herself, and colours her commentary with a hilarious blend of upper-crust unshockability and deadpan disdain. ”Jake touches Laura’s breasts. She doesn’t seem to mind,” Brown’s disembodied voice observes primly. And then, a moment later: “Which I guess is what makes her different from me.”

Wendy Hoose has been called a “comedy of manners”, but it’s more a comedy of lack of manners, or of mannered people’s cringe-worthy attempts to misbehave. Paisley man Jake meets the confident, sassy Laura on the internet, and turns up at her flat in Cumbernauld with casual sex on both their minds. But neither of them’s particularly good at it — and Jake, in particular, proves comically bad at actually getting the job done. You’ll have gathered that this isn’t a play for the easily-offended, but the whole thing’s played with a crucial measure of restraint; it’s explicit enough to draw squeals of shock from the audience, yet it somehow never quite lapses into being crude.

James Young is sweetly engaging as the nervous, restless Jake, deftly capturing a veneer of confidence disguising insecurity and confusion. Amy Canachan, playing the bold-as-brass Laura, mocks Jake’s Paisley tones – as do the captions above the stage, which also feature cheery cartoons and other unexpected visual flourishes. The two actors share a deft comic timing, and they carry the audience effortlessly into the few more serious scenes.

The story takes a thought-provoking turn part-way through, but it’s only at the end that it hints at its true message – a comment on isolation in our seemingly connected world, with resonance even for those completely unlike Jake or Laura. Perhaps there’s more to draw from that concept; the ending feels distinctly abrupt. And the pace drops a little around the twenty-minute mark, though the gasps of laughter soon start coming again.

When all’s said and done, though, the plot of Wendy Hoose was always going to be upstaged by its design. lt takes the tools of accessibility — the narration, the surtitles, the sign-language interpreter — and rather than letting them divide the audience, turns them into an entertaining treat which everyone in the room can enjoy. So you should try to see Wendy Hoose; not because it’s commendable or inclusive (though it’s surely those things), but just because it’s clever, and tremedously good fun.

 

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Reviewer: Richard Stamp (Seen 29 March)

Visit Wendy Hoose homepage here.

Kickstarting the Edinburgh Fringe pt.4

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In the run up to this year’s Fringe Edinburgh49 is showcasing companies looking to crowdfund their shows using Kickstarter.

For many companies selling tickets at Edinburgh Fringe is something of a bonus. Their primary aim is to showcase their work to national and international venue managers for the sake of future bookings. They spend their time honing their work, getting it just right.

Edinburgh in August truly is the world’s greatest incubator of live theatre. Listen into my interviews with former undercover policeman James Bannon about his 2013 show Running With The Firm, or read my extended take on our partner site FringeReview to see what I mean.

The Improvised Improv Show

Last year Luc Valvona established a format in which anyone who wants to can perform, whether experienced improv veteran or enthusiastic newcomer. The Improvised Improv Show may or may not have an overall theme, and will be run by a host who will get the performers to play a selection of games or scenes based on audience suggestion.

Billed as the perfect improv networking event, this year The Show will be taking place at 2pm daily from 31 July to 24 August in the Aerie room of the Jeckyl and Hyde on Hanover Street.

Factor 9

In Factor 9 Rab and Bruce are both haemophiliacs, living with life-threatening diseases contracted through the prescription of contaminated blood products. Thousands of others across the world have not survived. Both these men, lovers of the great outdoors, have, with the support of their families and fellow haemophiliacs, battle with the medical and political establishments to give themselves and the many thousands of other victims a voice.

Dogstar Theatre, the team behind The Baroness, will be presenting their take on the tragedy before the Fringe, from 24 – 26 April at the Traverse and (naturally) Edinburgh49 will be reviewing. [Read that ‘Outstanding’ review here.]

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1995513326/factor-9-how-could-this-disaster-happen?ref=discovery

Unprescribed

Dana Etgar, Justina Kaminskaite, Sarah Kenney, and Katherine Vince created Unprescribed during their MA in Advanced Theatre Practice at the Royal Central School of Speech & Drama in 2013. To create Unprescribed, they began by exploring their own experiences of stress, anxiety, and societal expectations. The result is billed as both sinister and funny, sexy and absurd.

Unprescribed premièred at Chelsea Theatre, London, last August. Now they are looking to reach a larger audience. As an emerging theatre company, they are asking for contributions to help launch their show at the Fringe, and to establish themselves professionally.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/thesunapparatus/unprescribed-goes-to-the-edinburgh-festival-fringe?ref=discovery

Have a look at the other potential shows we’ve previewed: Kat Woods’ Belfast Boy; Finn Anderson’s Alba; A Scottish Musical; The Wrong Shoes Theatre Company’s The Anima Project; Apphia Campbell’s Black is the Color of My Voice; Ian Harvey Stone’s The Devil Without; and The Red Oak Theatre Company’s Funny Girl.

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