Tuesday, April 26, 2022

DVD/150: POLY STYRENE: I AM A CLICHÉ (Celeste Bell / Paul Sng. 2021)

When Marion Elliott died of cancer in 2011, Celeste Bell grieved for her mum while music fans grieved for Poly Styrene, iconic singer with punk band X-Ray Spex.  They had a troubled relationship and Celeste initially resisted exploring her mother's legacy but her journey to connecting with Marian is beautifully captured in POLY STYRENE: I AM A CLICHÉ.

Marian, a mixed-race South Londoner, found a natural home within Punk but still encountered patronising chauvinism from fellow musicians and press. Meanwhile Poly highlighted the rush to mass consumerism with THE DAY THE WORLD TURNED DAY-GLO and the magnificent OH BONDAGE UP YOURS!

A mis-diagnosed bi-polar condition led to recurring mental health issues including her years in a Hare Krishna retreat; her mood-swings resulted in Celeste living with her grandmother but music healed them, collaborating on the X-Ray Spex reunion gig and Poly's last album.

Shelf or charity shop?  Well I contributed to the film's crowdfunding so a definite shelf!  A genuine labour of love, co-directors Celeste and Paul Sng have crafted a personal story that resonates through Celeste's voice-over narration, Ruth Negga's voicing of Poly's diaries and lyrics and a hypnotic pace.  It's always sad when you find out that a hero had pain in their lives and Poly is no exception but despite the mental anguish which plagued her from the 1980s onwards, her unstoppable personality bursts through and she is and always will be a heroic figure who went against the grain to create amazing moments of being through her music. Wonderful archive footage shows her in full voice fronting X-Ray Spex while her offstage candid interviews show the girl who was always painfully honest.  With offscreen contributions from Pauline Black, Gina Birch, Laura Logic, Thurston Moore, Vivienne Westwood and Neneh Cherry among others, Celeste has given us a lasting tribute to her remarkable mother.



Sunday, April 24, 2022

ANYONE CAN WHISTLE at Southwark Playhouse - Here we go again...

It is twelve years since I last saw the 1964 Stephen Sondheim musical ANYONE CAN WHISTLE; I came out of that production thinking "great score, lousy book".  I came out of the Southwark Playhouse this week thinking "Great score. lousy book".  

Well it's consistant.

After reluctantly writing the lyrics for two now-classic Broadway musicals WEST SIDE STORY (1957) and GYPSY (1959), Sondheim finally had his debut sole Broadway composing credit with A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM (1962) but was disappointed that despite it's success - and Tony Award for Best Musical - his score was largely overlooked, not even getting nominated for the Best Score Tony.  

Ironically, he always cited his first good notices as being the London critics who pointed out the quality of his FORUM lyrics.  However back in New York Sondheim teamed up with Arthur Laurents, who had written WEST SIDE STORY and GYPSY, and started work on a new musical ANYONE CAN WHISTLE.


As writer and director, Laurents was probably too close to it and following a disappointing out-of-town try-out, it opened on Broadway after twelve previews to mostly negative reviews and closed after nine performances.  The show's one good luck was that the original cast recording was released so the marvellous vocal performances of Angela Lansbury, Lee Remick and Harry Guardino could be enjoyed while Sondheim's 1970s elevation to Musical Genius status made the record a cult success, with individual songs gaining an independant life in cabaret setlists.

WHISTLE has never been revived on Broadway but has appeared in semi-staged concert performances; in London it has been bravely staged in off-West End theatres but in all it's incarnations the book has not been touched - and while Sondheim's score is of it's time but still worthy, Laurents' book has dated badly.


Laurent's clunky satire is set in a small US town, bankrupted by the corrupt mayoress Cora Hoover Hooper and her administration - sounding familiar?  They fake a 'miracle' - water spouting from a rock - to get the tourists in.  But there is uproar when the inmates from the town asylum or 'Cookie Jar', led by the head nurse Fay Apple, escape into the crowd while visiting the shrine.  Unable to tell who is insane, a stranger. Hapgood, appears and is assumed to be the new head doctor; but his theory that everyone is mad and all authority is to be mistrusted has the politicians suspicious. 

Another stranger, "The Lady From Lourdes" appears to report on the new miracle but Hapgood quickly unmasks her as head nurse Fay who also refuses to identify her 'cookies' to the authorities. Their obvious attraction is compromised however by Fay's inability to be impulsive, to "whistle". The show culminates in Hapgood being revealed as a new patient for the asylum, the politicians still in power, the 'cookies' locked up again and Fay finally able to "whistle".


The last production at the Jermyn Street Theatre played up the political angle,
making the corrupt mayor and her cronies a rising fascist state while here director Georgie Rankcom has gone for a more brightly-coloured, happy-clappy approach as if the cookies had taken over the asylum. I guess with Laurents' hopelessly twee book of ham-fisted political satire which sugars it's pill by calling the insane 'cookies' it's up to the director what choices are made but I had quite forgotten Laurents' jaw-dropping climax where the patients are rounded up by head nurse Fay calling out there names: Brecht, Kirkegaard, Engels etc. Like... THUNK.  The whole approach that the mad are the sane ones is grindingly dated too.

It's a show which at least has two good roles for women and Alex Kelly is unstoppable as Mayor Cora, giving a very big performance on Southwark's small traverse stage.  No opportunity is missed to make her a comedy villainess but she does it with great timing and a voice that is still travelling when it hits the Playhouse wall.  Chrystine Symone is appealing as Fay and sings her famous numbers "There Won't Be Trumpets" and the always-affecting title song with clarity and conviction, she has a directness in the book scenes which cuts through the campness but she seems wary of playing the character's more vulnerable moments.  But as I said, they were both so good vocally I longed for the cut-on-the-road song "There's Always A Woman" between the two characters to be reinstated.


Jordan Broatch's pronoun choice in the programme is they/them; well all of them are too light for the role of Hapgood and the character's long introductory number "Simple" is probably still going on in some alternate universe; but with that chin and curls a future Dandini has been born.  

The supporting cast are all there and seem to be enjoying each others company but a little eccentricity can go a long, long way.  I did however want to mention the undeniable presence of Danny Lane as Cora's head crony Comproller Schub who played it like he secretly knew we were all there for him but gave a good performance and was adept enough to be able to ride over several prop mishaps.  Also snapps to Nathan Taylor who played the tiny role of Dr Detmold and various other characters but played them all with a big grin - and mohawk - which was infectuous.

I am sure there was a designer but they were hardly taxed while Natalie Pound's out-of-sight musicians are dangerously over-amplified.  Of course the cast all have headmikes - for the 240 seat space - which ruined "With So Little To Be Sure Of" one of Sondheim's most beautiful ballads, with ear-shattering cracks and crunches, like eggs were being thrown at a metal plate.

Despite all this, ANYONE CAN WHISTLE is not adapted from a film, a tv show, a book, and is not cobbled together from someone's CD collection; and is the only Sondheim show in London so... worth seeing for that alone.



Monday, April 18, 2022

DVD/150: JOY DIVISION (Grant Gee, 2007)

Grant Gee's documentary perfectly captures desolate late 1970s Manchester and the exhilarating but tragic 28 months of Joy Division.

Interspersed with photographs and concert footage, bandmates Bernard Sumner, Peter Hook and Stephen Morris give unfiltered testimony of living in that moment.

Also featured are Tony Wilson, Pete Shelley, Genesis P-Orridge (all since deceased), Anton Corbijn, designer Peter Saville, Paul Morley and Annik Honoré, Ian Curtis' companion for his last 7 months. 

Formed after seeing Sex Pistols in Manchester, Joy Division developed their own brooding sound to critical acclaim.

Driving home after a London gig, Curtis had a violent fit to the panic of the others; he was diagnosed as having severe epilepsy and, despite medication, he was prey to fits, putting in doubt his future with the band.

On the eve of their first US tour and their second album, and facing an imminant divorce, Ian Curtis killed himself.

Shelf or charity shop?  Still playing in my plastic storage box.  Although the film is inevitably forshadowed by Curtis' tragedy, Grant Gee's film is a marvellous chronicle of the post-Pistols world where anyone could start a band and hopefully change their destiny.  It remains a film of ghosts: the now-gone trio who shaped Joy Division for the world - Wilson, producer Martin Hannett and manager Rob Gretton; and as Gee's camera slowly scans along the landmark locations of Joy Division's career, it is telling how many have since vanished. But the film belongs to the tragic trajectory of Ian Curtis, as the pressures on him on and offstage come ever closer.  What is truly astonishing to the viewer - and evidently to his fellow-bandmates - is that they were unable to offer him any real help, their shamefaced excuse being that they were only lads in their early 20s but surely also at fault was Gretton who must have realised the pressure he was collapsing under.  They also admit they only realised the clues in his lyrics after his death.  Released in 2007 also was Anton Corbijn's biopic of Curtis CONTROL starring Sam Riley and Samantha Morton.



Friday, April 15, 2022

DVD/150: MADONNA DROWNED WORLD TOUR 2001 (Hamish Hamilton, 2001)

Madonna's DROWNED WORLD tour, her first in eight years which I saw at Earls Court, showcased RAY OF LIGHT and MUSIC.

It's interesting to revisit as I usually think of it as not one of her best shows. 

It had four sections: Rock 'n' Roll, Geisha, Cowgirl and Spanish/Ghetto but I have always felt it starts on the wrong foot with tired apocalyptic steampunk, squalling guitars and distressed punk drag.

'Geisha' - while visually splendid - again fails to ignite with an over-reliance on album tracks and a clumsy CROUCHING TIGER retread.

I started to relax in the Cowgirl section but in retrospect the choice of three ballads unbalances it.

But it finally erupts with a Spanish WHAT IT FEELS LIKE FOR A GIRL morphing into a flamenco-flavoured LA ISLA BONITA topped by a glorious HOLIDAY (sampling Stardust's MUSIC SOUNDS BETTER WITH YOU) and a crunching version of MUSIC.


Shelf or charity shop?  It has to be a shelf even if some of the show disappoints - the tour was pulled together in just three months which I have always felt might explain some of it's odd song sequencing. Directed and choreographed by Jamie King, Madonna was joined by fan favourites Niki Haris and Donna De Lory on backup vocals, but this was the last tour for Haris.  On keyboards in the onstage band was Madonna's future co-producer Stuart Price.  Sadly the filmed concert - in Madonna's home state of Michigan - has muddy photography which doesn't do justice to the show's visuals.



Thursday, April 14, 2022

DVD/150: ANIMAL CRACKERS (Victor Heerman, 1930)

During the 1920s The Marx Brothers became popular stage comedians on Broadway with their mix of madcap humour and musical numbers.  With the coming of sound films, they signed to Paramount Pictures.

Their debut THE COCONUTS (1929) was based on their George S. Kaufman Broadway hit and was filmed during the day in Queens so they could appear in the evening in their new Kaufman show ANIMAL CRACKERS.  Although clunky THE COCONUTS was a huge hit so ANIMAL CRACKERS followed.

Co-starring their onstage foil Margaret Dumont, ANIMAL CRACKERS is at times stagey - the supporting cast play their lines a quarter-turn towards the camera - but it captures the brothers at their most unfettered.

They arrive onscreen fully-formed: Groucho is the rapid-fire focus of attention while Chico and Harpo are chancers who usually side with him when not working an angle for themselves.

An utter Marx Brothers classic.

Shelf or charity shop?  A definite keeper. The film also features their younger brother Zeppo in a nothing role as Groucho's secretary but he does share a great, seemingly improvised, scene where Groucho dictates a letter to his solicitors.  Appearing in the ingenue role was 20 year-old Broadway singer Lillian Roth before her career was nearly ruined by alcohol; her confessional autobiography was filmed with Susan Hayward which earned her a Best Actress Oscar nomination.  Stopping occasionally for a Bert Kalmar & Harry Ruby song - including Groucho's later personal theme song "Hurray For Captain Spalding" - Kaufman and Morrie Ryskind's script zips along whenever the lads are allowed to sidestep the plot for more of their inspired lunacy.  Even the musical interludes for Chico and Harpo are not so grating as they later became.  But it's Groucho's film all the way - from breaking away from a scene to lampoon Eugene O'Neill's STRANGE INTERLUDE - and how many people in Buttkick Idaho would have got THAT? - to his whipcracking quips and asides which are as dazzling as ever..

"One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know."

"Signor Ravelli's first selection will be "Somewhere My Love Lies Sleeping" with a male chorus."

"We took some pictures of the native girls; but, they weren't developed.

But, we're going back again in a coupla weeks..."