Saturday, January 17, 2009

I am sitting here typing this with a knot in my stomach. I blame it on watching UNITED 93 about ten hours ago.

I will admit I only bought the dvd because I knew Cheyenne Jackson was in it and he had impressed me on stage in XANADU. I hadn't much interest in seeing it when it was released in 2006 but this afternoon I suddenly got an urge to watch it. It is possibly one of the most gruelling experiences I've ever had watching a film.

What I respect about the film is that it is presented totally without any attempt at sentimentality or hindsight, happening in real-time and although we know what happens, the passengers and ground crew react as one would in the moment. The passengers - despite conforming to cliche disaster movie roles such as The Old Married Couple, The Young Students, The Granny, The Man Who Knows How To Fly A Plane, etc. - are presented as anonymous, none are even identified during the course of the film which I think is a brave choice. Greengrass' use of little known actors - even to me! - works very well and his roaming camera-style and jumpy editing means they all hardly register during the 40 minute lead up to the actual hi-jacking.

The pace constantly keeps you on edge, with the scenes on the ground growing from surprise to disbelief to frantic action as air controllers and military watch their radar screens as planes don't respond to commands while going off-route until they see live CNN footage of the World Trade Centre then cutting to the quiet humming of the cabin with tiny details known to anyone who has done an internal flight - no one heeding the safety
procedure (irony in itself), slight nods of acknowledgement as people catch another's eye, reading the morning paper, business paperwork being done, the bustling stewardesses preparing the breakfasts. The telling point is made too that the military were desperate to act but couldn't do it as they needed executive authority - Bush and Cheyney were both uncontactable.

The hijack when it happens erupts out of nowhere and the sudden violence is all the more shocking due to the cramped space, people stabbed in jerky sudden movements. Even here though, where lesser directors would now focus on the passengers as heroic good guys, the style remains fractured as passengers react with panic and fearful stoicism. The remarkable thing about the film is the way the four hijackers are portrayed - not as villains in the standard Hollywood way but as men fulfilling a mission they have set out upon - just after the hijacking there is intercutting between the prayers of the passengers with those of the terrorists flying the plane. Indeed the film opens with the hijackers reading the Koran and preparing in their anonymous hotel room for their mission, this then cuts to the daily routine of the ground staff at the airport - air and ground crews going through their procedures... just another working day.

Greengrass' handling of the finale is I suspect where the film is most controversial. Several cable tv movies were made before UNITED 93 which lingered over the passengers using their mobiles and the air-phones to contact their families, usually with reaction shots from the loved ones they were calling. Here Greengrass shows the calls but again in the jittery style as before - we overhear phrases but nothing is lingered over, the magnitude and the futility of the calls is evident in itself. It is only when one of the passengers is told about the WTC that it dawns on them a similar fate awaits them and, realising they have a private aircraft pilot as well as a man familiar with aircraft landings amongst them, decide to attack the hijackers. The notion of fighting heroically for the safety of their country as has been retrospectively claimed doesn't come into it... they are fighting for survival, a much more human trait and one that holds no shame. Of course ultimately it's all
conjecture as no one survived. That some passengers attacked the hijackers and made it to the cockpit is known from other passenger's calls as it was happening and the flight recorder.
The film actually gave me the queasy feeling I felt on that day and it's ending allows no relief or resolution and it took me quite a while to get over it. It's brutal honesty, excellent filmcraft, commited performances and overall vision makes it a film I will want to watch again. Finding the strength to do it is another thing altogether.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Another year... another show! And unsurprisingly... another theatre year starts in the Olivier Theatre.

I was a little surprised when Owen said he had booked tickets for EVERY GOOD BOY DESERVES FAVOUR. I had obviously not mentioned my antipathy to Tom Stoppard loud enough. So for once I felt a bit on edge as I took my place in my favorite theatre.

Sure enough after a few minutes we were being battered over the head with his preening wordplay that screams LOOK AT ME... I KNOW THE
ENGLISH LANGUAGE, ME... I JUST MADE A PLAY ON WORDS! Tom Stoppard has the same effect on me as Michael Frayn's NOISES OFF... it makes others roar their heads off while I feel it's written by someone who has read every book on the mechanics of making people laugh but has no sense of humour. However the knowledge that the running time was 65 minutes made me plow on. And then something changed my mind. The play is written by Stoppard with a score by Andre Previn and once the on-stage South Bank Sinfonia started playing I was hooked.

Toby Jones plays a madman in a Russian asylum who is not
only convinced he hears an orchestra playing all the time but joins in with his triangle. His orchestral reverie is interrupted by a new cellmate (Joseph Millson), a political activist - who just happens to have the same name as him - who has been incarcerated in the asylum for dissent. The activist is first quizzed by Jones about all things music - refusing to take in the fact that his cellmate is not a fellow musician - and later by a violin-playing psychiatric doctor (Dan Stevens) who tells him he can be released as soon as he admits his madness in opposing the State has been cured. The action in the Asylum intercuts with scenes in a schoolroom where the activist's son is being taught by a teacher who is sympathetic to him but who is also a loyal Party member.

Although it has not conquered my antipathy to Stoppard I did enjoy Felix Barrett and Tom Morris' production. The Sinfonia under the baton of Simon Over sounded wonderful throughout and became almost a character itself as they interrupted the scenes with music - soaring, troubled, soothing, discordant - to reflect the inner life of the characters. The production is full of physicality and although the modern dance torture scene was a bit obvious again it was fine as the music was so good.
The performances also made it watchable. Toby Jones had great fun with the role of Ivanov the madman and Joseph Millson was quietly effective as Ivanov the dissident who goes on hunger strike to frustrate the doctors. The servants of the State were also well played by Dan Stevens as the smooth doctor more worried about missing his amateur orchestra rehearsal than the injustices he was perpetrating and Bronagh Gallagher was excellent as the teacher, happy to admit that the Stalin years were the Bad Old Days but unyielding about the current regime.
A special word too for Bruno Poet's lighting which also contributed to the air of spooky threat and isolation.

In a perfect world however my first theatrical experience would have been on Monday night at Studio 54 in New York where the Roundabout Theatre staged their benefit rehearsed reading of Sondheim's A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC with Natasha Richardson as 'Desiree', Victor Garber as 'Frederick', Christine Baranski as 'Charlotte' and - gulp - Vanessa Redgrave as 'Mme. Armfeldt'. She looks radiant in the photos from the event.

Sondheim came on at the end to share the applause. Now if there really is a God they would have recorded it.

*whipps out rosary beads*


Monday, January 12, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTOWN - 50 today!
Congratulations to Kate Winslet who has just won her first Golden Globe award - Best Supporting Actress for THE READER - on her sixth nomination and she is still in the running for Best Actress in REVOLUTIONARY ROAD! Her previous nominations were for SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, TITANIC, IRIS, ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND and LITTLE CHILDREN.

Maybe she'll be winning her first Academy Award soon too.

PS It got better - she won both Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress! Way to go Kate.

Friday, January 09, 2009

The Wizard of Blair is being interviewed on Newsnight in his role as Peace Envoy to the Middle East. Doin' a good job Tone.

Despite the Israeli authorities refusing to allow journalists into the occupied territories - and how come when Zimbabwe does that they are condemned more than Israel has been - BBC journalists within Gaza are managing to get out shocking footage of the terror of the Palestinians.

Yes Hamas are to be blamed for the targeting of northern Israeli towns but the numbers speak for themselves - since 27th December 13 Israelis have been killed compared to approximately 800 Palestinians.

Again the Palestinian people are being caught in the fight between vested interests and the failure of the world governments to help these disenfranchised people is an abiding, bewildering shame.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

is 50 years old this year as you have probably heard, so by way of a tribute, my blog will have a different Hero picture each month representing my 12 favorite Motown stars.

January is the marvelous Gladys Knight & The Pips, surprisingly my most played Motown act on last.fm. Signed to Motown from 1966 to 1973, the frustration of not being given their proper recognition within the company nevertheless resulted in 12 Top 10 entries on the US r'n'b chart and a devoted fan following.

Friday, January 02, 2009

I am happy to see the back of 2008 - my annus horibilus - but certainly not to see the back of some of those who will be mentioned in the Gone But Not Forgotten montages. I have blogged about Suzanne Pleshette, Paul Scofield, Julie Ege, Cyd Charisse, Geoffrey Perkins, Norman Whitfield and Levi Stubbs but there are some others I would like to tip the hat to:

Eva Dahlbeck starred in two of my favorite Ingmar Bergman films, A LESSON IN LOVE and, in particular, as 'Desiree' in "SMILES OF A SUMMER'S NIGHT" which was the source material for Sondheim's A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC, Estelle Getty who memorably played 'Sophia' in "The Golden Girls and Elizabeth Spriggs who, among others, played 'Nan' in "Shine On Harvey Moon" and 'Mrs. Jennings' in Ang Lee's "Sense & Sensibility".

Leading actors Paul Newman, Heath Ledger and Roy Scheider all took their last bows as well as "Porridge" supporting actor Brian Wilde and freewheeling theatrical comic legend Ken
Campbell. The fine director, producer and sometime actor Sydney Pollack also yelled 'cut' for the last time.

Two great record producers went to the great booth in the sky - Joe Gibbs who
produced Dennis Brown's MONEY IN MY POCKET and Culture's acclaimed TWO SEVENS CLASH among hundreds of others and Atlantic Records legend Jerry Wexler.

And at the end of the year, two artists showed their innate sense of timing: playwright/director/political activist Harold Pinter and singer/dancer/actress/legend Eartha Kitt.

It is only with the passing of a genuine diva that one realises how devalued that word is now. When
any caterwauling melismatic mare with an addiction to Junior Disprin is accredited as a diva, maybe one should credit Eartha Kitt - Eartha Keith's own special creation - as Orson Welles did "the most exciting woman in the world".

Born on a cotton plantation, raised by a woman she thought was her mother but was actually her aunt, sent to NY at the woman's death to live with her real life mother, auditioning as a dare for the Katherine Dunham company - the first black modern dance company - she was accepted which led to Paris which, like so many black female entertainers before her, allowed her to hone her stage persona as the man-hungry exotic chanteuse.. the original Material Girl.

But beneath that seductive slinkiness was pure grit and steel - exemplified in 1968 by her using a White House luncheon with Lady Bird Johnson to confront the First Lady over the Vietnam war which led to an unofficial blacklist in the USA although Europe as always, opened it's arms to her.

I was lucky to see her in 1988 when she replaced Dolores Gray as 'Carlotta' in FOLLIES at the Shaftesbury Theatre. She prowled through the plot, nabbing her chances for a laugh when she could then seizing her moment with "I'm Still Here". Sparkling in a beaded dress in the spotlights, singing Sondheim's anthem for the showbiz female survivor she turned it on and turned it out. She was unique, dangerously near parody at times, of her period but also timeless. A real star.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

And the Best Of's just keep on coming!



It's been a busy year for gigs - 31 all told - so it's been a difficult choice!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Constant Reader and Equity, you can all now relax.

The Chrissies are here:

Best Drama/Comedy:

Best Musical:

Best Actor (Drama/Comedy):

Best Actress (Drama/Comedy):


Best Actor (Musical):

Best Actress (Musical):

Best Supporting Actor (Drama/Comedy):

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Best Supporting Actress (Drama/Comedy):

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