Showing posts with label Sonya Cullingford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sonya Cullingford. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

ELIZABETH at the Barbican - The end of a Golden Age...

It's 35 years since I first stuck my nose into the Barbican... and I still feel uncomfortable there.  As welcoming as a 1960s East European airport with zero atmosphere or personality, it might also explain why I have enjoyed only a handful of productions in the theatre there; it's a rare performance that can make one forget the dispiriting surroundings outside the auditorium.  We were at the Barbican recently to see The Royal Ballet's production of Will Tuckett's ELIZABETH - needless to say the surroundings were no Covent Garden.


ELIZABETH was first performed in 2013 at the Old Royal Naval College at Greenwich, the site of Elizabeth's birth in the now-demolished Greenwich Palace. It was revived in 2016 as part of William Shakespeare's 400th anniversary celebrations at the Linbury Studio at Covent Garden and here it was again in the Barbican.

It is a chamber piece, with a company of seven, and runs for 90 minutes with no interval.  I am sure it worked better on a small stage, it's very sparse quality sometimes looked a bit strange on the enormous Barbican stage; a large golden panel served as the sole set piece but then with the wonderfully charismatic Zenaida Yanowsky reprising the role of Elizabeth, there was really only one place to look: she was mesmeric and held attention throughout.


Will Tuckett collaborated with Alasdair Middleton on the text which is drawn from Elizabeth's own writings along with contemporaneous writings by her intimates and also play-texts which used the Queen as it's subject.  Composer Martin Yates wrote his score using Tudor musical patterns and it sounded great played on a solo cello by the charmingly named Raphael Waallfisch, and it was sung by the baritone Julien Van Mellaerts who also doubled as a supernumerary.

Starting with Elizabeth slipping into her final illness, she spins back through her life and meets again the men who all came closest emotionally to The Virgin Queen; namely Robert Dudley Earl of Leicester, the Duc D'Anjou, Sir Walter Raleigh and Robert Deveraux Earl of Essex.  These were all danced by Yuri Yanowsky, Zenaida's brother.


They danced together with an easy familiarity and he delineated the different men well but I think an additional male dancer might have broken up the similarity, although I suspect that was the intention, to show that Elizabeth was constantly attracted to the same man, indeed Yuri also danced Elizabeth's final partner, a figure signifying Death.

They were supported by Sonya Cullingford and Katie Deacon, and more excitingly for me, Samantha Bond lent her purring voice to commenting on the danced love affairs in Elizabeth's own words or the thoughts of those who witnessed the relationship themselves.  She was a lovely addition to the production and it was a pleasure to see her in such a key role.


As entertaining as it was, it did sometimes feel overly slight: it would have been dramatically more varied if another female dancer could have danced the role of Mary Queen of Scots, an important opponent in Elizabeth's life which might have provided a dramatic counter-point - the piece did rather give the impression that the only important thing in her 45 year reign was the men in her life which is a bit reductive.

Special mention must be made of Fay Fullerton's eye-catching costumes which were quick-changed into by Yanowsky at times; it must have been a hard job to design costumes which summoned up the Tudor look but were also easy to wear and to move with the dancer; the answer was the use of silk and organza printed with the heavier look of brocades.  Paule Constable's lighting also helped to show the changing focus of the story.


But it was the remarkable Zenaida Yanowsky who held the attention throughout: transitioning seamlessly through the different ages and moods of Elizabeth: imperious, flirtatious, frail, youthful, angry - she moved through her character's life with passion, grace and magnetism.

But she saved her biggest surprise at the end: gesturing for the applause to end, she produced a note from her bodice and, reading from it, told us how much she loved dancing the role which Tuckett had created just for her and especially dancing with Yuri.  Zenaida praised Tuckett for all their collaborations in the past, and said how special this was... as it was her last time dancing on stage!  There was a huge collective groan from the audience and her co-stars looked on in various states of surprise and shock.


Personally I think it's me and Owen... when we went to see her in MARGUERITE AND ARMAND last year it was actually her last night on the Covent Garden stage as she was stepping down from the Royal Ballet regular company!

Whatever, I have been very lucky to see the incomparable Zenaida live...


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

The 7 Shows of Xmas 2: THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS

Owen, being a fan of Kenneth Grahame's book of life along the riverbank, booked tickets to see this ballet version by the Royal Opera House.  It had a big success last year so has been brought back for a short season at the Vaudeville.


Now I must declare at this point that I have never been partial to Grahame's story.  With it's superior tone and referencing the worst elements of upper-class snobbish attitudes I am afraid I have always remained resistant to it - even the Disney version.

But Owen wanted to see it so I went along.  Sadly after a fairly hectic day at work - and with the heaviness of a head cold hanging about - about 5 minutes after it started I was nodding and drifting away. It's placidly charming tempo and Listen With Mother air knocked me out.


Another reason for the slightly soporific feeling was down to the fact that The Narrator was played by none other than Alan Titchmarsh - yes THE Alan Titchmarsh! Onstage! Not on tape like I was expecting.  I think the shock of seeing the Gran's favourite pin-up in all his woolliness set me off to snoozeland.

However after an interval that saw the bar being invaded first by the irate owner of a stolen car then Mr Toad in said stolen vehicle and finally by the bobbies who arrested him - and after finishing off a gin and tonic *and* an ice-cream - I felt a bit more connected to the piece.  


There was real snow in the auditorium during the winter section although Owen was upset we didn't get any as we were under the balcony overhang like at WHITE CHRISTMAS and by the end of the show - it's only 100 minutes - I must admit I had quite a pleasant time.

It's killingly twee of course but it has a charming quality which works quite a spell of good-feeling.  It was hard to think that outside it was all manic Christmas shopping and boozy office parties.  Will Tuckett's choreography is inventive with a nice manic twist for Toad.  And even Alan Titchmarsh's casting *worked* at the end.


Cris Penfold whirled and bounced around the stage as Toad with unstoppable energy and he was well-supported by Martin Harvey (Ratty), Ira Mandela Siobhan (the most bizarre name currently onstage played Badger) and Sonya Cullingford (Mole).  A busy cast double and triple up as well as acting as puppeteers.

I still dislike the story but I have to admit the show - to quote Sam Goldwyn - had charmth and warmth.