A TASTE OF HONEY directed by Tony Richardson (UK, 1961)
Shelagh Delaney’s unsentimental view of procreation puts the hearts and flowers romance of Valentine’s Day into proper perspective : “It’s chaotic – a bit of love, a bit of lust and there you are. We don’t ask for life, we have it thrust upon us”.
Lines like these help explain why A Taste of Honey retains its contemporary edge more than half a century after it was first performed.
London’s National Theatre are about to stage a new version to bring the play’s honest, down to earth characters to a new generation of theatre goers.
No prizes too for guessing why Delaney was such a formative influence on the young Steven Patrick Morrissey.
Labelling A Taste of Honey as a ‘kitchen sink realism’ might lead you expect a mundane and bleak drama. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is a play (and movie) that fizzes with energy and humourously challenges popular preconceptions about so-called ’ordinary’ working class lives in Northern Britain. Continue reading
Carlo Goldoni’s Il Servitore di due padroni (The servant of two masters) rewritten by Ken Ponzio (Teatro Bonci, Cesena)
Spot the difference! The classic Harlequin and Roberto Latini in the post-modern version.
Prepositions have never been my strong point. The consequence of this is that I failed to appreciate the significance of the fact that this Venetian theatre company’s production was ‘da’ and not ‘di’ Carlo Goldoni. The first means ‘from’ the second means ‘by’.
The distinction is crucial because the only connection Ken Ponzio’s version had to the original play from 1743 is in the character names and token references to the plot.
In the programme notes Ponzio seeks to justify his presumptions act of literary terrorism: “Our way of perceiving comedies and tragedies has changed. Today’s expressive methods are radically different from those of Goldoni since we have experienced two world wars, been to the moon and we’ve read Samuel Beckett, Harold Pinter and Heiner Müller; our way of seeing has fundamentally changed”.
When the curtain drew my heart sank. The set was a characterless hotel hall with three doors on each side. A pot plant, some chairs, a telephone and a TV (tuned to American shows) are the only props. Continue reading
LA CITTÀ IDEALE directed by Luigi Lo Cascio (Italy, 2012)
Luigi Lo Cascio wrote, directed and stars in this ambitious and thought-provoking movie. He plays Michel Grassadonia, an earnest architect committed to leaving only the faintest of ecological footprints.
For instance, he conducts experiments to live without electricity and uses rain water to shower. He also has a holier than thou attitude to those who breach the civic rules – photographing those who smoke in public buildings and reprimanding those who drop litter.
As a model citizen, he is last person you would expect to fall foul of the law, yet through a Kafkaesque series of incidents he is plunged into a complex legal process which he mistakenly thinks he can overturn by simply telling the truth. Continue reading
MICHAEL McINTYRE – SHOWTIME – THE DVD
Michael McIntyre thinks he’s really funny. He laughs at his own jokes as he struts the stage with a smug ‘aren’t I clever’ cheesy grin milking the applause.
I can’t pretend I was much amused although his audience in the 02 arena are filmed wetting themselves with laughter so I must be missing something.
The blurb on the box says this show was “part of a 71 date arena tour playing to over 700,000 fans”. He’s clearly struck a chord with the great British public and this is my unsophisticated ex-pat’s theory on how and why.
In a word. Safety. He makes jokes about things that most people would be able to agree with. Continue reading
While surfing You Tube for a clip from Charles Laughton’s Night Of The Hunter, I stumbled across an online interview on the Dick Cavett show with Robert Mitchum in 1971.
Having thoroughly enjoyed this I then tuned into Cavett’s equally brilliant interviews with Richard Burton (1980) and Marlon Brando (1973).
All three shows are absorbing in a way that current talk shows rarely are these days. I can’t imagine David Letterman or Craig Ferguson drawing so much from such prestigious guests since both are so focused on getting laughs. They wouldn’t have the patience, tact or intellect to appreciate that serious conversations can be just as riveting as those which consist primarily of prompts for gags or anecdotes. Continue reading