Showing posts with label king lear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label king lear. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 June 2014

Lear at the Union Theatre - An enamoured mother downtrodden by maddness ****


Ursula Mohan’s Lear is the King’s widow in Phil Wilmott’s new production at the Union theatre that begs the question: “what if King Lear were a woman?”. In a stuffy and smoke-lit room, the audience is warned that ‘some of the immersive production is promenade’.  

The first scene is set in a black tie event where Cordelia (Daisy Ward) gently plays the piano as her self-controlled stately mother announces handing down her kingdom in return for lavish words of endearment. The older sisters, Goneril (Claire Jeater) and Regan (Felicity Duncan) although, insincere and secret plotters could have been a bit more sinister. Yet, it is only within a matter of minutes before Lear looses her head and all logic is lost as she throws her younger teary-eyed daughter at Burgundy (Riley Madincea, who also plays Oswald) and France (Alexander Morelli).

The subplot between the illegitimate son, Edmund (Rikki Lawton) and the real son, Edgar (Tom McCarron) couldn’t have been showed in any neater form. Edmund is a spitting, in-your-face and rough-around-the-edges type of fella who reveals his bloody endeavours in a zany manner. Yet, Edgar is fooled by his half-brother’s antics and is spurred on to leave his fitness regime, of push ups and sit ups, and to hide away, ultimately becoming the naked beggar of bedlam. McCarron develops Edgar’s character from hitting rock bottom to become a stronger and more clear-minded ‘Tom’ towards the end - the polar opposite of Lear.

Standing has its perks particularly for getting close to the cast during the torture scene of Gloucester (Richard Derrington). The cocaine addict, Cornwall (Stephen Harakis) and Regan use cigarette butts and a spoon to pluck out Gloucester’s eyes and it’s just as juicy and gory as Shakespeare would have liked. 

Madam Lear quickly becomes madder, hitting her head whilst asking members of the audience, ‘who am I? And ‘are you my daughter?’ It is an immediate sign of the bitter onslaught of dementia and her indecisive conscience. One moment she hugs Goneril, her sympathetic noble blood, and then hastily pushes her away calling her an ‘ungrateful hag.’ In the second part, her fool (Joseph Taylor), dressed in a NHS uniform, accompanies her through the rain with a trolley filled with a laundry bag. She is later hidden under brown cardboard boxes to denote her mental poverty and lack of royal sanity.


 By the final part, a large table is brought in and the audience can get near to the action. A light cheesy saxophone plays a lady’s love song whilst Edmund asks himself which sister to pursue sexual liaison with. His violent struggle with France ends with a loud neck crack, having a domino effect on everyone else’s death, besides the awakened Edgar and bystander, Albany, confidently played by John Rayment. 

Overall, the use of Lear’s widow has a more enamoured effect on the audience given the relationship subscribed to a mother and child. Yet, the intrigue of an interactive stage is an unnecessary gimmick. Often the audience spends half their time concentrating on the show and the other half trying to figure out where to stand to avoid a collision. Luckily in part two and three there’s opportunity to sit down.
Ends on the 28th June



Sunday, 18 May 2014

National Theatre Live's showing of 'Sam Mendes' King Lear ****


National Theatre Live has provided live broadcasts of their stage productions since 2009 to over 500 cinema venues internationally. 250 venues of which are in the UK alone.  May 2nd was the live presentation of Sam Mendes, director of James Bond: Sky fall and American Beauty, suspense driven production of ‘King Lear.’ The re-broadcast shows shall take place on the 15th and19th of May and considering that ‘King Lear’ has sold out at the theatre, itself, it is perhaps worthwhile grabbing cinema tickets for one of Shakespeare’s most notable tragedies; which although loses the frills of a theatrical experience allows viewers to see the action from closer angles, which can be equally beneficial.

Mendes relationship with Simon Russell Beale, who plays Lear, has been longstanding since 2000. Russell Beale’s Lear descends from an officious authoritarian leader, (who, although, is a short man has a powerful presence that speaks volumes beyond his height,) to an insane naked hospital patient who wears a straw hat and carries a bag of flowers; he suffering from dementia.


The beginning scene is a stately affair, in the presence of military men, where Lear divides his kingdom amongst his three daughters, yet Cordelia (Olivia Vinall) defies her father’s request for praise and love which drives him into a tantrum frenzy as he stomps across the stage. Vinall, however, plays an outspoken and unwavering Cordelia quite different to docile and self-effacing versions of Cordelia often portrayed, yet his parading of her on top of a chair to embarrass her is early signs of his sanity soon-to-be doomed.
Anthony Ward’s injection of digital grey cloud screens made the ominous tone of the play even scarier and his use of an elevated platform, which brought Lear and the fool towards the turbulent thunderous skies, was an innovative device necessary in any version of ‘King Lear.’

Goneril (Kate Fleetwood) and Regan (Anna Maxwell Martin) play the catty, evil sisters, similarly dressed in colour, sexiness and skintight wear to enchant and bewitch the men of power; Lear, their husbands, and their own half brother, Edmund, who they both – unknowingly – have affairs with to get their way. Yet there are other sinister and darker hues of immorality which pervade Mendes stage such as an incestuous relationship between Lear and Regan, as he often smack her bottom, and her husband, the Duke of Cornwall (Michael Nardone) use of a cork screw to pluck out the eyes of loyal and merciful Gloucester (Stephen Boxer) which left viewers gasping from the, somewhat realistic, blood as they hid behind their hands. A unique touch of Mendes was added when Lear killed his fool (Adrian Scarborough,) with an iron bar who delivered woeful singing to his Shakespearean lines of half-truths as he subtly warned Lear to be, ‘not have been old before thou hadst been wise.’ It is a unexpectedly shocking scene to see the innocent fool dead in a bath tub by the hands of the one he had most concern for, yet Russell Beale’s Lear is full of contradictions; he looks back at the bloodied body and whimpers as he had forgotten that he taken his fool’s life.

Sam Troughton as the bastard son, Edmund, plays an erudite half brother, but a hypocrite (no less,) whose charismatic monologues make him a great fit for the role. Yet Tom Brooke’s Edgar only becomes convincing towards the end of Act 2 with the accompaniment of his blind father, Gloucester. From the moment Brooke enters the stage, he presents a naive and uncertain Edgar; unsure of himself and, possibly, his own place in the play which is, sadly, felt by the audience. Gloucester and Edgar’s relationship is a parody of the lack of familial love shared with Lear and his daughters, and it is perhaps Brooke’s mistake to emphasise this as oppose to focusing, a little more, on the deeper elements of Edgar’s character.

The last scene where, like, most Shakespeare plays many anti-heroes are suicidal and bloodied, is rather unchoreographed and half-heartedly done. A much-anticipated brawl would have come in handy for such a taut and forlorn play. Nonetheless, the show’s sell-out status is thoroughly justified thanks to Mendes’ wickedly presented production.