Showing posts with label greek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greek. Show all posts

Monday, 15 June 2015

Almeida Theatre: Oresteia by Robert Icke ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐


Theatre lovers will know Robert Icke for directing the pathological whirlpool, 1984 with Headlongt heatre-company. The production has gone from strength to strength and returns to the West End this week. As part of the Almeida’s summer season – devoted to classical Greek theatre – Icke has righteously kicked it off with his new, cool and jaw dropping production of Aeschylus’s 2,500-year-old play, Oresteia. It’s a supremely important canon of Greek drama and arguably the life-blood of theatre.

Icke translates Aeschylus’s text for a contemporary setting that is highly relatable, minus the kinship blood bath. (Those new to Greek tragedy are welcome). Aeschylus’s emblematic narrative highlights family sacrifice, Greek deities, death and morality and although there’s much talk of the supernatural Icke’s production is entirely modern and doesn't try too hard with theatrical tactics.
The subject matter is barbaric: father kills daughter; mother kills father; then, son kills mother. There’s shocking scenes of violence, seeping blood and raging arguments, which is mellowed with crafty moments of silence, which go part and parcel with Icke’s Greek tragedy. The trilogy lasts, just under, 4 hours and although this might sound long it is cleverly timed and fails to bore the audience.

Stage director, Hildegard Bechtler utilises a table and large glass panels, with subtle modes of technology (e.g. digital clock). The rest, of the imagination, is left in the hands of its outstanding cast who play characters with their own depth of fascination.

Angus Wright as Agamemnon is a ballsy, authoritative leader but shows pithy signs of fatherly fragility and warfare indecision when left with no choice but to appease the gods and drug induce his daughter. Wright presents a harrowing scene as a TV cameraman zooms into Iphigenia’s face, played by little Clara Read, and the blood absorbs the poison and she slowly closes her eyes.

Downtown Abbey’s young beaut, Jessica Brown Findlay, is the anxious, angry and disturbed daughter, Electra who moans the death of her father and makes a moving and empowering statement on stage. And Luke Thompson as the ‘snake’ born from his mother’s womb, Orestes gives a fine performance of a deeply distressed and psychopathic son.
Lia Williams, as Klytemnestra, however steals the spotlight and acts as a focal point of the tragedies that befalls her house. We see her as a mother, wife, queen, supporter of her husband’s political battles and a monstrous betrayer. She appears seamless in the role, as if Klytemnestra was written for her.  What’s more interesting is how intelligent and tremendously irresistible Icke’s adaptation is even though the stage is prosaic. Icke’s serious overtones, poetic imagery with Greek drama qualities is inventive and authentic and makes for an exciting and thought provoking show. Although the last segment, where the Athenian jury judge Orestes for his barbarous crime, is slightly off from the rest of the play, it’s a tense and interactive scene. The audience can decide whether or no Orestes is guilty.
Icke manages to get the audience to put their thinking caps on. Do we look at Greek tragedy as a form of theatre that should be left as it is or a genre that can be moulded into another contextual environment? Almeida’s other two Greek season "modern" productions, Bakkhai and Medea of Euripides, may help assemble our answer. 

Complimentary ticket not provided. Pictures courtesy of Guardian and Almeida Theatre. Theatres for Oresteia is available until July 18th. Click here to purchase tickets and more information. Running time 3 hrs 40 with 2 intervals. 




Tuesday, 25 March 2014

300: The Rise of an Empire - SPOILER ALERT: Carnage, valiant speeches, breasts, rampant sex and blood, which is thrown on the screen for unneeded impact


The excessive hype of the release of 300: The Rise of an Empire last week was unnecessary given the recognition of the first 300 movie in 2006. Zack Synder's original movie combined Greek mythology, 480 B.C history, Frank Miller's comic illustrations and 21st century green-screen special effects which was an epic success. It also received attention from Men's Health magazine readers for obvious reasons - muscles, abs and a lot of it.

 (Synder's 2006 movie - 300 with Gerald Butler)


However, this sequel is a visually hazy movie that blurs faces and illuminates its backdrop scenery by its special effect bravado which is slightly off putting. Throughout the movie there are tiny dots that look like gold dust or fluffs of barley that distract viewers from the actual goings on in the scene. Perhaps the audience is meant to be reminded that this movie is set in an quasi imaginary time and place, and is relentlessly unreal. But doesn't this negates the purpose of sfx in the first place? 


Another disappointment is that viewers won't get the shredded abs and muscular gloss and shine achieved in the first movie. There is no replacement for the hunky Gerald Butler or Michael Fassbender to please our eyes but there are some hard Athenian torsos that may make some slup or raise an brow or two. Our main hero Themistocles, casted by Sullivan Stapleton who is actually from Australia plays a strong and charismatic leader that sadly doesn't have the same testosterone fueled Scottish command as Leonidas (Butler.) Stapleton is his own leader and despite not being within the same league as the mighty Spartan King, he comes across most convincing in the second half of the film after butchering hundreds of Persians and cutting a captain's head in two just like a water melon.

 (Stapleton as Themistocles)


The real tables have turned in this film as it is Artemisia (Eva Green,) who is famous for her Bond girl title in Casino Royale, that is the object of causation for the entire 300 saga who supposedly manipulated the golden jewellery King, Xerxes (Rodrigo Santoro) in the first place. She encouraged him to storm and conquer the world and rid it of anything and anyone unwilling to submit to Persia and his cheesy "divine and unpenetrable power" The film portrays Artemisia's sword fighting and cut throat action in the Persian crusade and more importantly, her sex, her sexiness and domineering le femme warrior attributes. Her goth-like stoicism for war and fetish fabulous couture is somewhat attractive not forgetting her breasts too which the director, Noam Murro, notably magnified to impress a frustrated audience.

                                                                 (Eva Green is Artemisia)


 Xerxes (Rodrigo Santoro)


Much like the first, there is a lot of killing, dead bodies, valiant speeches that echo  Mel Gibson's epic speech in 'BraveHeart', rampant sex, swearing and blood, which is thicker and thrown on the screen for unneeded impact. The movie acts a tiny bit as a prequel and only goes as far as Leonidas' and his 300 spartas martydon so it's not much of a sequel to talk about. Yet his spartan queen (Lena Headey) is back and plays a loyal and confidant wife just as influential as the first movie.

 (Athenians in action)


Like any sequel, this film does not live up to the critical acclaim as the first but what is most worrying is that it does not even match the graft or filmography employed in the 2006 epic. The spartans were tenacious, die hard warriors, ready to sacrifice their lives in spartan style, while these Greeks depicted here were average humans trying to triumph. It is a great disappointment for the audience that got so much the first time round to see hardly any resemblance in the second. Even the Immortals with their oriental silver masks appeared somewhat afraid and unsure of their dwindling abilities in this film. This isn't the gun-ho movie you were expected I am afraid. I suggest you save your cash and wait for the DVD version if you can.