This darkly comic, thought provoking play has a perfect cast of characters: a young man awaiting trial for shooting a cult leader in the arse to try and rescue his buddy, a charismatic serial killer who manipulates all but the most sadistic of guards around him, and a defence lawyer who feels a moral sense of purpose to help those who stand up for themselves.
Set on a traverse stage with perspex walls and doors, we’re reminded of the subway ‘A’ train of the title. Many scenes become verbal battles pitched back and forth between the characters as they tell their stories, lies or myths. Angel (played superbly by Ukweli Roach) is the angry young man pitched into the American justice system awaiting trial. We first meet him in his cell attempting to recite the Lord’s Prayer but stumbling over the word “hallowed” as clearly this is an unfamiliar recitation for him, but one he feels he needs in this moment of crisis. And when he meets his lawyer (Dervla Kirwan) he rejects her for not looking like the type of lawyer he’s seen on TV, like Columbo, in a suit and with a moustache!
Written by Stephen Adly Guirgis, whose only previous work I’d seen was the National’s staging of The Motherfucker with the Hat (and which I’ll be honest underwhelmed me), here brings vivid stories and characters to life with a sharpness of writing that is beguiling. The charismatic serial killer Lucius, played superbly by Oberon K. A. Adjepong, had me convinced I too would be smuggling him in special Oreos for him if I were in there with him. Whilst Valdez (Joplin Sibtain) as the sadist prison guard had quickly turned the whole audience against him, and yet it was only through his cruelty that he protected himself from the charms and wiles of Lucius.
The themes of good and evil, right and wrong, salvation and redemption are not too far from the surface, but not thickly layered on as you’re swept along by Angel’s story and where it will end. False prophets are here too, both in Lucius and the unnamed cult leader Angel shoots. Angel can see the latter as one to rescue his friend from, but fails to see the danger of his fellow prisoner. Like the Mary Jane, Angel’s lawyer, who risks her career to save Angel, we as the audience are willing Angel on to do his best on the stand and be freed. Whether it was the writing, the acting or the perfect alchemy between the two, but I too would have risked it all to save Angel. And there perhaps is no better praise for the play and this production.
This current season of the Young Vic is certainly proving to be exciting, refreshing and unmissable.
So for February I’ve got the following plays booked up:
9 to 5 The Musical @ Savoy Theatre – the classic comedy film from 80s brought to life as a musical with songs by Dolly Parton, this couldn’t get much camper if it tried!
Berberian Sound Studio @ Donmar Warehouse – probably couldn’t get more of a contrast in film adaptations with Peter Strickland’s darkly comic horror coming to the stage.
Jesus Hopped the A Train @ Young Vic – hoping the combination of the dark comedy set on murderers’ row, written by Stephen Adly Guirgis, will maintain the Young Vic’s impressive new season.
Shipwreck @ Almeida – new play by the tremendous Anne Washburn (Mr Burns will never ever leave me!) and directed by Artistic Director Rupert Goold.
When We Have Sufficiently Tortured Each Other @ National Theatre – the ballot-only production with Cate Blanchett that had sold out is now garnering some terrible reviews! Oh well only one way to find out if this is a turkey is to see it myself.
Gently Down the Stream @ Park Theatre is a new play by Martin Sherman who wrote the award-winning play Bent.
And I’m still yet to get around to book the following:
Nine Night @ Trafalgar Studios – having failed to squeeze this in at the end of last year I’ve got to get to see it before it ends its run on 23 February.
The Son @ Kiln – the UK premiere of the latest play from the prolific and intriguing playwright Florian Zeller (The Mother, The Father, The Truth, The Height of the Storm) – I’ve seen every one produced in London over the last few years.
Pinter 7 @ Harold Pinter Theatre – having seen all but Pinter 4 so far, it would be quite nice to add this one with Martin Freeman and Danny Dyer, but we’ll see.
A crowded London street and two young men catch each other’s eye, hook up and fall in love. What follows is the interweaving of their friends and families and personal histories told through a play with songs (written by Matt Jones and Kele Okereke from Bloc Party) and dance.
This is a modern inter-racial gay love story that tackles the issues of families, secrets, lies and trust within a relationship. Told with a freshness and honesty that had me captivated, even though I thought I knew where the story was heading.
Populated with sucker punch songs, some that could easily be stand alone singles – ‘Not the Drugs Talking’ ‘The Sea Between Us’, ‘To Family’, ‘5 Years’, ‘The Lies We Tell’ – which add emotional depth and richness to the characters and scenes. Our lead lovers Obi ( Tyrone Huntley who I last saw as Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar) and Alex (Billy Cullum) turn in some terrific performances. But other characters, such as the mothers (Rakie Ayola as Grace and Johanne Murdock as Diane) get some touching moments. Even the ‘bad’ best friend Damian gets to open up his heart in ‘More Than You Know’ with a beautiful performance by Arun Blair-Mangat. (Album details at the end of this post.)
If all this wasn’t enough, you get something truly visually stunning in the choreography by director Robby Graham. You start to get a sense of the power this can bring in an early scene in a nightclub (usually something that falls flat and unbelievable in other plays), but it is at moments of drama such as the family dinner where we get balletic repetitive movements that hint at how each of the characters are themselves stuck in their actions and their ways of seeing the world, that had me doing emotional cartwheels of joy inside.
Running until 16 Feb you need to stop what you’re doing, grab life with both hands and get to see this joyous feast of life, love, music and dance!
January 19 (Stalls L5-6)
The album Leave to Remain is now available on iTunes
A few friends have recently asked what I’m booking up ahead of time, rather than finding out after the event what they should have seen. Which is a fair ask, given that I’m sometimes catching the last night of a run and / or not getting to blog about it in a timely manner.
So the Park Theatre 2019 Jan – Jun Season has been available to book for a little while, but I’ve just got around to booking a clutch of plays coming up.
Now whilst I have no direct affiliation to the Park Theatre (a stone’s throw from Finsbury Park Station) I can proudly claim it as one of my local theatre’s and hence I’m more than happy to bumble along and see what’s on. That and the fact it has consistently been putting on some interesting and challenging plays.
The Park Theatre has two stages, the smaller Park 90 and the larger Park 200. In the smaller you tend to get more intimate productions, often more experimental, whilst on the larger stage you may find more popular plays or higher profile actors who will possibly ensure a packed production (such as David Haig in Pressure recently). Yet the theatre manages to keep a local and friendly feel, which makes it feel like a place you want to spend time in. And because of this local feel you often find yourself meeting and chatting with the actors and directors after a show. This gives it a reality and a personal feel that lies at the heart of its charm.
So you’ll find me propping up the bar (before, during and after) the following shows:
The Dame – story of a northern pantomime Dame, staring Peter Duncan, written by his daughter and having had previous outings up in Edinburgh the last two years. 2 -26 Jan.
My Dad’s Gap Year – Dave and his gay son on holiday in Thailand and directed by Rikki Beadle-Blair (who recently directed Alexis Gregory in The Riot Act). 30 Jan – 23 Feb.
Gently Down The Stream – A UK debut of this play written by Martin Sherman who wrote Bent, which charts a gay history leading to marriage equality. 13 Feb- 16 Mar.
The Life I Lead – Based on the true life story behind the actor David Tomlinson, best know for playing the uptight father in Mary Poppins, and played by Miles Jupp (and my favourite current host of The News Quiz). 18 – 30 Mar.
The Last Temptation of Boris Johnson – A comedy drama written by Jonathan Maitland who wrote An Audience with Jimmy Saville. Given this will be playing post Brexit, it will either be painfully funny or hilariously painful! 9 May – 8 Jun
There is much more on in the new season and more that I’m still highly likely to go see, but these are my first picks. For more details check out their website.
By way of an end of summer report I thought perhaps I’d comment on the productions I’ve seen so far this year that have reached the high water mark of 20. Going forward it isn’t my intention to retrospectively discuss plays and musicals I’ve seen that have now closed, unless they are likely to transfer. Here though I want to give some indication of what I’m prepared to give these marks to, and why.
So before I start praising, I will add just that there is no mathematical formula being applied to my scores. I am not for example dividing up a production into scores for acting, staging, creative interpretations or story.It is instead more of a gut feeling (which I appreciate is subject to many and various pressures). As I leave a show, was I enraptured? On the edge of my seat? Wanting to leap into the aisles and dance? Was I challenged or stimulated (intellectually)? Or did I not feel it? Did I come away feeling like something was missing or off or out of kilter? Was I bored or distracted? Was I inwardly rolling my eyes and tutting?
Now given that writing reviews is not something I’m trained or particularly experienced in doing, other than verbal enthusiastic recommendations to friends, I beg some leniency. I will though try and be as balanced and even handed as I can.I will state the night I saw the show and where I was siting (as I’m of the belief that sitting in the front of the stalls vs back of the upper circle can influence your experience of a show). Although forgive me for this post I wont add these details. And I’m more than happy to have alternative views shared.
One final caveat is simply this: I never read or studied English or plays beyond GCSE, so any understanding or interpretation is coming from my background of enjoying the theatre, and possibly having seen different productions of a play.
So in the order I saw them this year:
Hamilton – So it probably goes without saying that receives top marks. An all round impressive production from music to performances and staging, of which much has been written already. I’ll only add simply that this is one show that lives up to the hype. And if you’re worrying you can’t get a ticket until 2019, then you can always try their ticket lottery: https://hamiltonmusical.com/lottery/
Network – A tour de force that cleverly brought the 1976 film to life. Brian Cranston was incredible in his performance of news anchorman Howard Beale, with an equally talented supporting cast. For me it was staging and live camera feeds projected up onto screens behind that was particularly clever (too often such efforts seem out of place) given the story being told. That, combined with this being a story about truth and how the news (and the public) is manipulated, made it a perfect play.
The Brothers Size – Almost at the other end of the production budget scale came at the Young Vic. A beautiful moving story simply told, in a chalk circle drawn by one of the actors at the start of the play. Written by Tarell Alvin McCraney (writer of the film Moonlight) this play demonstrated how talented he is.
Summer and Smoke – Another big hitter by Tennessee Williams at The Almeida. Happily and deservedly it is getting a transfer to the Duke of York’s in November, and well worth going. Whilst a fan of Tennessee Williams, I did not know this play. For me this was an incredible and magical production. The simple staging powerfully creating the atmospheric setting, with a wonderful performance from Patsy Ferran as a minister’s daughter.
The Inheritance Part 1 & 2 – Hard on the heels of the revival of Angels in America at the National last year, this was inevitably going to draw comparisons with its themes of gay men and the impact of AIDS on their lives. Whilst I think it had some flaws in the story, that perhaps could benefit from looking at afresh, it was an overwhelmingly powerful and moving theatrical experience that once I started crying there was little to stop me until we reached the end. As a gay man it resonated.
The Encounter – Complicité – Probably the most inventive storytelling seen so far. This one man show (Simon McBurney) using sound / foley tricks to recreate a fascinating true story of a encounter of a remote Amazonian tribe by National Geographic photographer Loren McIntyre in 1969
My Name is Lucy Barton – Laura Linney gave an outstanding performance in the play of Pulitzer Prize winner Elizabeth Strout’s best-selling short novel. The design team – including lighting and sound, should also win praise, in this minimalist staging. Perfection.
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie – Coming out of this production at the Donmar I was just bouncing up and down by how great I thought it was, from the adaptation to the performances to the staging. Sublime!
A 24-Decade History of Pop 1776-1806 – This wonderfully outrageous show by Taylor Mac defies categorisation with its use of a 22-piece orchestra, drag, audience participation (at the Barbican no less), historical storytelling and musical history and deconstruction. I have never seen anything quite like it and cannot wait for the next instalment (1806-1836)!
XENOS – I’m sneaking in this dance piece by Akram Khan at Sadlers Wells (out of order of my timeline) because I do think this man is a choreographic genius, but also as it was also a tour de force of storytelling and staging, shining a light on Indian soldiers fighting for the British during WW1. His last solo show will not be forgotten (and I cannot wait to see what his company does next).
So there we have it 10 of my 20/20 productions taking us up to 6 months into 2018. I am genuinely excited and intrigued to see whether the remainder of the year can reach such zeniths of perfection.
* Photo credits: Matthew Murphy (Hamilton); Jan Versweyveld (Network); Tristram Kenton (Brothers Size); Marc Brenner (Summer and Smoke); Simon Annand (The Inheritance); Jenny Anderson/Getty Images (The Encounter); Manuel Harlan (Lucy Barton & Miss Jean Brodie); Sarah Walker (Taylor Mac)
You need a hook, a backstory. That’s the idea. Mine is a former English teacher called Mr Rowlinson. Back then (in the 1980s) he taught the first two years at secondary school. It was not a traditional classroom, but one set up with benches, four rows, divided in the middle, facing towards a raised platform that was to act as our stage. The division down the middle of the seats split the class into two, and each half of the class for the rest of that year then formed a theatrical team, which was given the name of a guild – ours was the Haberdashers Guild. A play for the term was selected by Mr Rowlinson (or possibly as part of a unseen curriculum), usually Shakespeare, and each guild then alternated each scene within the play. For those within each guild we had to select the actors, others to do the lighting design, or select and queue music (from a selection of old classical 78s), those to arrange the set (we had limited blocks to move about and no chance of painting scenery) and even someone to write up and design a poster for the production.
This then was really my first introduction to both Shakespeare and the complete workings of the theatre (within our limited remit). I’m discounting the primary school production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat, or even a pre-prep school foray treading the boards for some production – was it Annie? – where the Headmistress insisted everyone, including the boys, learnt ballet. Those earlier exposures were nothing like as intensive or broad as those first two years in the upper school.
So I should probably state that at the time this was an all boys school. As a result, in good Elizabethan theatrical style, the female roles were naturally also played by us boys. And as luck would have it I managed to get the roles of Calpurnia, Julia Caesar’s wife and Lady Macbeth. I also played Heracles as the deus ex machina finale in Philoctetes by Sophocles as the end of year production in front of parents. And once I played one of two crows in some random Scottish ballad, the details I now forget, other than my fellow crow and I both studied crows on the school playing fields to check if they walked or hopped about, and any other elements of realism two teenage boys could bring to a crow on stage.
I never though plucked up the courage to audition for any of the main school plays that pulled talent from across the school. Although as we moved up through the school our English classes always involved some end of term performance in front of parents. I recall we performed an extract of Henry IV Part 1, although I don’t now remember the part I played. More fun in those years was that we got to write our own pieces. Initially we wrote plays about soldiers and officers in the trenches of World War One and then later we got to write and perform comedy sketches.
There was one other English teacher I should probably thank for my love of theatre now, and that was a Mr Porter. I chose not to take A Level English (for reasons I wont explain here otherwise this is just becoming an autobiography of schoolboy memories), but had I done so, or had I auditioned for the main school play, then Mr Porter would have been a far more prominent figure. As it was, and I’m not quite sure how, by the time I entered the Sixth Form I was known to enjoy going to the theatre, and when there were spaces on trips to London to see a performance, I would be able to join. These were often classes for younger years, such as those doing their GCSEs. I remember getting to see productions at both the National (Daniel Day Lewis in Hamlet) and the Young Vic (Corialanus). So I owe a debt of gratitude to Mr Porter to allow me to go.
There is one final reason for naming this blog after my first English teacher. And it is this. He marked our homework – for we did also have to write stories and poetry – out of 20. He was a very tough marker. For the first term I was getting 12 or 13 only. And gradually when you got back your exercise books and you got your first 14, then 15 and incredibly 16, it was something you really felt you had earned. I did reach the dizzying heights of a few 17s, and if memory serves me well one 18. But never more. Never higher.
So when some years ago, prompted by another avid theatregoer I started giving a score for the productions I’d seen. This was only ever for my own use, or to cross reference with my friend to see what he thought of a play. Quickly though I found the usual five-star rating wholly inadequate for my needs. And after a brief period rating out of 10, I recalled Mr Rowlinson’s homework marking out of 20 and decided this would give me sufficient breadth and range to allow me to mark what I have seen. Then, as I’m often to be found at the theatre, friends would ask for recommendations. Whilst I’d tweet or mention on Facebook what I’d seen I knew that ideally I would need a bit more space to expand on my thoughts about something I’d seen. And as a good number of friends asked, I thought perhaps a blog might be the best platform. And so Rowlinson’s Report is now born.
Perhaps one final comment should be given to the fact that I deem the scores to be a little bit fluid. I tend to come out of a production with an idea, but sometimes a few days later, or longer, I’ll think no this was better or worse than I marked it. Often there’s a little bit of horse-trading with myself and other productions I’ve seen in the year. Was it better than X that I scored 16? Perhaps not. So I’ll adjust accordingly. It’s never a wild variation, and by the end of the year, everything is locked and I don’t go back and change them.