Monday, September 25, 2017

Dvd/150: ANNE FRANK REMEMBERED (tv, Jon Blair, 1995)

Jon Blair's powerful documentary was first shown on BBC television but a US cinema release resulted in a Best Documentary Academy Award.


With access to the Anne Frank Museum archives, Blair not only tells Anne's story but also puts her in the wider context of the events that engulfed her, her family and her contemporaries.


Born in Frankfurt in 1929, Anne moved with her family to Amsterdam in 1934 after Hitler came to power; in 1942, two years after the Nazi occupation, they went into hiding in attic rooms above the warehouse where Mr Frank worked, later joined by four others.


Betrayed in 1944, they became victims of the Final Solution but through Blair's fascinating interviews with schoolfriends and fellow prisoners, Anne's personality is fully revealed.


The film is also a tribute to Miep Gies, the surviving member of the Frank's four helpers, who hid the diary after the arrests.

Shelf or charity shop? With Kenneth Branagh's excellent narration and readings by Glenn Close (originally Joely Richardson when first shown), this is a documentary to treasure.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Dvd/150: LABERINTO DE PASIONES (LABYRINTH OF PASSION, Pedro Almodóvar, 1982)

Nymphomaniacs, artificial insemination, Muslim terrorists, incontinence, father-love, nail-varnish sniffing... it can only be early Almodóvar!


This was his second feature film and, like the later WOMEN ON THE VERGE.., builds to a dizzying screwball chase finale - yes it's scattergun story-telling, but it's done with such verve and anarchic delight that it's also huge fun.


Aptly-named Sexi is the nympho daughter of a renowned gynecologist who falls in love at first sight with Riza, bisexual son of a deposed middle-eastern dictator whose ex-wife is a client of Sexi's father.  The trouble is, Muslim terrorists are out to kidnap Riza - and he has already slept with one of them while in disguise!


Almodóvar crams in so many outrageous characters that it could overwhelm you but delightful performances - including Antonio Banderas in his film debut and Almodóvar as half of a gay punk duo - keep you engaged.


Shelf or charity shop? It's Almodóvar! 

Sunday, September 10, 2017

FOLLIES at the National Theatre - Now and Forever....

Since first sitting in the Olivier theatre on 6th August 1982 for Richard Eyre's legendary GUYS AND DOLLS, I have sadly seen my fair share of dog shows on that stage, and every time I have endured an EDWARD II or a WONDER.LAND, my mind has wandered to shows I would love to see on that stage and the one that always swayed to the front, glittering with beads and feathers, was Stephen Sondheim's FOLLIES.  And now it's here...


It has been such a long-held dream of mine to see FOLLIES there that I felt very nervous leading up to the lights going down as the first ghostly showgirl made her appearance on Vicki Mortimer's crumbling backstage set.  I must admit to having a few niggles with Dominic Cooke's production but as Imelda Staunton's Sally sings, "I'm so glad I came".

In 1965, Sondheim and writer James Goldman were looking for a project to collaborate on when Goldman had the idea of a murder mystery set at a reunion of showgirls.  Over the years the plot kept tripping them up but both loved the idea of the showgirls reunion and how regrets for what one did and more importantly didn't do, can haunt your life.  When Hal Prince became involved as director, he remembered a 1960 Life magazine photograph of a glamorous but fragile Gloria Swanson standing amidst the rubble of the Roxy cinema in New York which had opened with her film THE LOVES OF SUNYA. Prince felt this captured the essence of the project - the survivor, the glamour and the ruin.


It's 1971 and the Weismann Theatre is to be demolished to make way for a car park. The former owner Dimitri Weismann invites former stars and show-girls of his inter-war "Follies" productions to a first (and last) reunion onstage, the night before the demolition.  The guests compare how they have survived out of the spotlight but cannot resist running through their old numbers.  Among the guests are Phyllis and Ben Stone & Sally and Buddy Plummer - when they were showgirls in 1941, Phyllis and Sally were room-mates being courted by best friends Ben and Buddy but during the joint courtship, Ben led Sally to believe he loved her; he rejected her however and married Phyllis, and although Sally married Buddy she has never stopped obsessing about Ben.

Eventually the two couples finally confront each other - Sally reproaches Buddy for his mistresses while Buddy tells her it's only because she has shut him out emotionally while obsessing about Ben; Ben feels his life as a politician has been a lie and foolishly lets Sally believe he still loves her, while Phyllis accuses Ben of turning her into a frigid trophy wife and never really appreciating the real her.  As they argue with themselves - and the ghosts of their younger selves - it leads to an explosion of fantasy: they find themselves starring in their own "Follies", each singing a solo number which expresses their dilemma.  But the illusion cannot last forever...


Hal Prince's 1971 production ran for 522 performances but closed at a loss of over $720,000, due of the huge costs involved and audience ambivalence - despite 'names' like film stars Alexis Smith and Yvonne de Carlo, 1950s tv singer Dorothy Collins and veterans Ethel Shutta and Fifi D'Orsay, audiences found Goldman's book too downbeat.  It won seven of the ten Tony Awards it was nominated for but failed to win Best Musical.  Cult status grew through the original cast album but sadly Capitol Records would only release it as a single album, losing a lot of the score.  The show has had two further Broadway revivals in 2001 and 2011, but lost out winning the Best Musical Revival Tony Award both times.

1985 was the year FOLLIES hit me!  The lack of a full cast recording led to the decision to stage a concert version in New York to be recorded featuring the full song score with the jaw-dropping cast of Barbara Cook, Lee Remick, George Hearn, Mandy Patinkin, Elaine Stritch, Carol Burnett, Betty Comden and Adolph Green, Liliane Montevecchi et al.  But before this, I had already seen my first production of the show in Wythenshawe, Manchester.  Directed and choreographed by Paul Kerryson, the production swept me away and made me yearn for a London transfer.  However, when FOLLIES opened in 1987 at the Shaftsbury Theatre, it was a new production directed by Mike Ockrent. 


Cameron Mackintosh had asked Goldman and Sondheim if they would 'revisit' the work to make the tone more optimistic.  Goldman was happy to, Sondheim less so.  One night I was outside the Shaftsbury stage door after seeing a preview and Sondheim came out on his own.  While he signed my programme I told him I had seen the Manchester version, he shot me a look and asked which I preferred.  Cautiously I said that, although loving Julia McKenzie, David Healy, Dolores Gray and Lynda Baron, I felt that Manchester was better.  He replied that while shows can always stand a revision it was always possible to return to the original.  Point taken Steve...

Nineteen years later FOLLIES turned up at the Landor Theatre which seated a mere 48 in a production which made up for it's lack of grandeur with a cast guaranteed to have any musicals fan of the 1980s hug themselves with delight - Sarah Payne, Claire Moore, Adele Anderson, Rachel Izen, Carol Ball, Roni Page - my blog of that production is here.  But now here it is at the National Theatre, in a production that looks back to Hal Prince's original, in particular without the sub-par songs Sondheim wrote for the 1987 production and it plays straight through with no interval.


This is Dominic Cooke's debut musical production and if you think FOLLIES is too big an ask for a debut you would be wrong as Cooke handles the production with a thoroughness of vision which allows the musical numbers to flourish and stake their claim on the Olivier stage but is just as thorough at the emotional trauma the four main characters inflict amid the nostalgia.

I grew to like Vicki Mortimer's design but wanted to remind her that the wrecking-ball arrives the day after the reunion not the day before as her set was like a bombsite at the best of times, however Paule Constable's lighting was a wonder and Bill Deamer's choreography is also a pure delight, especially in the wonderful WHO'S THAT WOMAN where the aging showgirls gamely go through their steps unaware that they are being matched step-for-step by the shadows of their former selves.


When the production was announced I was excited as to who would be cast, imagining the National Theatre could and should get together some West End musical veterans who would rival MGM's slogan "More Stars Than There Are Heaven".  Well that didn't happen which is where I have a niggle with the production.  The pure joy of the Landor production, as I said earlier, was to see so many musical performers from the 1980s playing the ex-showgirls; FOLLIES cries out for that recognition of the history behind each of the performers.  Sadly the NT didn't do this so although ultimately it's a whinge probably only I have, I think a trick was missed out on.

My other stumbling block was with Tracie Bennett as Carlotta Campion, the Weismann girl who couldn't quite make it on stage but who found fame, first as a film star then as a tv actress.  As I suspected might happen, Bennett dispensed with a character all together and sang Carlotta's cri-de-coeur I'M STILL HERE as if reprising her Judy Garland role in OVER THE RAINBOW.  More than ever, some identification with the actress playing Carlotta works wonders - most notably when Dolores Gray then Eartha Kitt made it such a tour-de-force in the 1987 London production - but here it was just Tracie Bennett doing her shtick.


But why then did you see me wiping tears of happiness away at more than one occasion?  Because, despite those niggles, I was presented with the production of FOLLIES I have yearned for all those years.  Because when it hits, it hits hard and, despite Tracie Bennett, there are astonishing performances wherever you look.  It was a given that Imelda Staunton would be a great Sally but she is such an astonishing performer that she mines down within the character to find the raw, festering yearning that Sally has nursed for Ben, making her life as a wife and mother a sham.  To quote Neil Simon, Sally is worse than a hopeless romantic she's a hopeful one and watching that dream die in her was Imelda's triumph.

Janie Dee was equally great as Phyllis, the woman who once told Ben that she would read all the right books to make herself worthy of him and who now realizes that in doing so, she lost her most vital possession - herself.  A real treat was to see how a dropped idea from the 1971 production was re-used here: Hal Prince wanted Sally and Phyllis' Follies solos to be tributes to Jean Harlow and Rita Hayworth but it was dropped as it just didn't seem to fit - but here Cooke has Sally singing LOSING MY MIND in a white on white Harlow-esque boudoir while Phyllis' THE STORY OF LUCY AND JESSIE is shake and shimmied to as in a Hayworth film like MISS SADIE THOMPSON.


The real success of the show is Philip Quast as Ben, the man everyone looks up to as a shining beacon of success but who inside cannot understand why.  Owen asked me before were there any songs I didn't like and I said it was Ben's THE ROAD YOU DIDN'T TAKE but in Quast's deft handling it landed wonderfully.  Peter Forbes as Buddy was a little out-of-his-depth but then I was so bowled over by the late and great David Healy in the 1987 production that anyone would struggle.  Of the younger shadows, Zizi Strallen and Alex Young as the 1940s Phyllis and Sally really stood out.

The truly astonishing thing about FOLLIES is that Stephen Sondheim floors you with a fantastic song only to follow it up soon after with another.  It Is a credit that Dominic Cooke keeps the tension throughout and it doesn't become a stop-start affair of big numbers stopping the show, one after the other.  Di Botcher comes out swinging for BROADWAY BABY which was all the sweeter for being from someone I had always looked on as a play-as-cast performer - believe me, that song was still travelling when it hit the Olivier's back wall!  Dawn Hope invests WHO'S THAT WOMAN? with plenty of attitude and sass - she's come a long way since Crystal in LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS at the Comedy.


But the one that utterly floored me was ONE MORE KISS which is sung supremely by Josephine Barstow as Heidi Schiller, the oldest of the Weismann girls who, before leaving the stage for the last time, sings the operetta aria that Oscar Straus wrote for her - or was it Franz Lehar?  A sad, lilting song of farewell, Heidi sings it to herself but also to Weismann who was once a lover who watches from the shadows, the song made doubly poignant as she is joined by her younger operatic self.

That the production managed to cast one of Britain's great operatic divas for the role is special enough, but within the short space of the song, you could hear a pin drop as her voice soared around the auditorium joined by Alison Langer as her younger self.  In a score of unstoppable great musical moments this was one to treasure.  Hopefully next time, Dame Josephine will be lit to fit her status.. someone should have given the follow-spot op a nudge.


I will be seeing FOLLIES again at the end of the month; by which time the wobbly preview ticks - Barstow's missed lighting, the feedback that distracted during Janie Dee's COULD I LEAVE YOU and the slightly unfocused ending - will be sorted.

As it is, FOLLIES is nigh-on perfect; an American classic given the production it deserves on our leading stage. Surely a cast recording must follow on?  If you are unlucky enough not to to have booked a ticket already, the great news is that FOLLIES will be filmed live as part of the NT Live series and shown simultaneously in cinemas in the UK and abroad.on 16th November.

Clink the image to see where it's playing near you:

http://ntlive.nationaltheatre.org.uk/productions/63102-follies

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The ghostly Weismann showgirls are waiting to walk their stage just one more time...