I want to assure you all that Actorvist will not become just another theatre review blog as some of you fear.
I am however going to share those reviews on here that I write elsewhere when I feel that there's something worth seeing (or avoiding) and hope to bring it to a wider audience by including it here.
Normal service will be resumed later today though with a blog about how my confidence gets sky-high after a random piece of good news or the promise of a decent carrot being dangled in front of me just slightly out of reach but close enough to be able to taste it only to have it come crashing down again when that hoped for phone call doesn't materialise. How I console myself with Burts Chips or some other delicious piece of comfort food! And don't get me started on the thoughts that run through my head when I see a huge long list of submissions from my agent and wonder why only a few people wanted to see me!
Now I'm off for little corporate role play so adieu!
Wednesday 15 June 2011
Review: "Mr Happiness" & "The Water Engine" - Screening Room - Old Vic Tunnels
This double bill of David Mamet radio plays, translated here to the stage by the combination of a remarkable, atmospheric setting, an ensemble cast of extraordinary strength, versatility and talent, the clear directorial vision of director Kate McGregor and brought to life by the designs of Amy-Jane Cook (Water Engine) and Carla Goodman (Mr Happiness) has to be the current must see piece of theatre in London.
The only problem I have in reviewing this is deciding how to single out specific actors without making it seem like the ensemble is not the key here. Because it really is. They are the lifeblood, the sounds, the souls of what we cannot hope to have brought to life on this, or any, stage.
Mamet wrote these plays with 40 voices and 60 characters so there are few places and fewer companies that could tackle a cast like that without some imagination. And imagination is what you see on display here. From the way the sound effects are made live on stage to the way the images in the the head of Mr Happiness are brought to life it all just "works" like a well oiled machine.
Notwithstanding the strong ensemble there are a few stand out performances. David Burt, who manages to hold the audience in the palm of his hand both as the eponymous Mr Happiness, and also as Mr Oberman in The Water Engine has to be lauded for his performance in Mr Happiness. I have not seen an actor handle a monologue in such an enthralling manner in a long time. A delight to watch.
Other notable performances include Jamie Treacher who plays Charles Lang with an innocence and vulnerability and a palpable sense of hope that you can't help but empathise with when Life, and people, conspire against him. And for me the other most notable performance goes to Lee Drage for his Bernie who I found utterly engaging to watch on stage.
I realise that I've not "reviewed" this piece so much and I've more implored you to go and see it, well I don't want to tell you what happens in either of the two plays and I don't want to spoil the visual delight either. So trust me, if you like brave, bold, utterly entertaining theatre then go and see it. And yes, the theatre is tricky to find but hunt it down because what Theatre6 and MokitaGrit have produced here is an inventive, vital piece of theatre that deserves to be seen. So go and see it.
The only problem I have in reviewing this is deciding how to single out specific actors without making it seem like the ensemble is not the key here. Because it really is. They are the lifeblood, the sounds, the souls of what we cannot hope to have brought to life on this, or any, stage.
Mamet wrote these plays with 40 voices and 60 characters so there are few places and fewer companies that could tackle a cast like that without some imagination. And imagination is what you see on display here. From the way the sound effects are made live on stage to the way the images in the the head of Mr Happiness are brought to life it all just "works" like a well oiled machine.
Notwithstanding the strong ensemble there are a few stand out performances. David Burt, who manages to hold the audience in the palm of his hand both as the eponymous Mr Happiness, and also as Mr Oberman in The Water Engine has to be lauded for his performance in Mr Happiness. I have not seen an actor handle a monologue in such an enthralling manner in a long time. A delight to watch.
Other notable performances include Jamie Treacher who plays Charles Lang with an innocence and vulnerability and a palpable sense of hope that you can't help but empathise with when Life, and people, conspire against him. And for me the other most notable performance goes to Lee Drage for his Bernie who I found utterly engaging to watch on stage.
I realise that I've not "reviewed" this piece so much and I've more implored you to go and see it, well I don't want to tell you what happens in either of the two plays and I don't want to spoil the visual delight either. So trust me, if you like brave, bold, utterly entertaining theatre then go and see it. And yes, the theatre is tricky to find but hunt it down because what Theatre6 and MokitaGrit have produced here is an inventive, vital piece of theatre that deserves to be seen. So go and see it.
Tuesday 14 June 2011
A one star review
A Big Day for the Goldbergs
New End Theatre, Hampstead.
As an actor and sometime director myself, I fear writing an official review for something that I take a strong dislike to. Why? Well I don't want to annoy directors, Olivia Rowe in this case, or fellow actors when I come away disappointed from an evening at the theatre when it's obvious that they've tried to make the best of a bad lot. But it's my role to review, so review I must.
To quote from the press release for this play "North London's special home to Jewish theatre announces this light-hearted slice of modern provincial life starring the Archers' Amy Shindler."
That name is the only saving grace in this production. I would have wished that this was a one woman show and that woman was Amy Shindler.
It seems, again from reading the press release, that this is a reworking of the "knockout" version of this play which premiered in 2010. The play examines the lives and relationships of the female members of the Goldberg family of Leeds.
The writer, Brian Daniels, has taken what was a two person production mainly constructed of monologues about their own lives and their relationship with their mother and has enlarged the role of the mother as a "nod towards the tough decisions that come with parenthood, middle-age and imminent divorce". Well in the mind of this provincial Jewish man he shouldn't have bothered.
The sisters Goldberg, played by the rather engaging Brenda Tucker, sorry I mean Amy Shindler, and the somewhat entertaining Suzanne Goldberg, manage to make the best of a cliche laden script beset by the presence of the "Mother" character. I couldn't help but wonder how much more entertaining this evening would have been had it not been for the somewhat arboreal nature of Jane Hayward as the mother.
I'm not going to give away any of the plot details here as really there are that many to give away.
Is it worth seeing? Well if you've nothing else to do and find yourself in Hampstead and you're a fan of the Archers and want to see what Brenda looks like and sounds like in real life then yes, go for it. If however you like better constructed, more challenging, more entertaining theatre then spend your money elsewhere.
New End Theatre, Hampstead.
As an actor and sometime director myself, I fear writing an official review for something that I take a strong dislike to. Why? Well I don't want to annoy directors, Olivia Rowe in this case, or fellow actors when I come away disappointed from an evening at the theatre when it's obvious that they've tried to make the best of a bad lot. But it's my role to review, so review I must.
To quote from the press release for this play "North London's special home to Jewish theatre announces this light-hearted slice of modern provincial life starring the Archers' Amy Shindler."
That name is the only saving grace in this production. I would have wished that this was a one woman show and that woman was Amy Shindler.
It seems, again from reading the press release, that this is a reworking of the "knockout" version of this play which premiered in 2010. The play examines the lives and relationships of the female members of the Goldberg family of Leeds.
The writer, Brian Daniels, has taken what was a two person production mainly constructed of monologues about their own lives and their relationship with their mother and has enlarged the role of the mother as a "nod towards the tough decisions that come with parenthood, middle-age and imminent divorce". Well in the mind of this provincial Jewish man he shouldn't have bothered.
The sisters Goldberg, played by the rather engaging Brenda Tucker, sorry I mean Amy Shindler, and the somewhat entertaining Suzanne Goldberg, manage to make the best of a cliche laden script beset by the presence of the "Mother" character. I couldn't help but wonder how much more entertaining this evening would have been had it not been for the somewhat arboreal nature of Jane Hayward as the mother.
I'm not going to give away any of the plot details here as really there are that many to give away.
Is it worth seeing? Well if you've nothing else to do and find yourself in Hampstead and you're a fan of the Archers and want to see what Brenda looks like and sounds like in real life then yes, go for it. If however you like better constructed, more challenging, more entertaining theatre then spend your money elsewhere.
Sometimes we're faced with tough choices and I've had one to deal with this week already.
I write reviews for Remote Goat mainly so that I can get to see a lot of theatre for very little cost, but sometimes I wonder what that cost might actually be.
I'm not talking about my sanity here, but what I'm talking about is that I have to review what I experience and I can't help but wonder if posting a negative review, or even one with negative comments in an overall positive experience might prejudice future producers, directors and actor colleagues against working with me?
I know it shouldn't do so and that they should respect that I'm doing a job and would expect reviewers, even those who are friends, to review any production that I am in, and any performance that I give on stage or immortalise on film, an accurate and fair review. But there's a little tiny nagging voice of doubt at the back of my head that makes me hover long and hard in thought before hitting the "Submit Review" button when I've got copy waiting to go.
Where I have no hesitation at all in writing about poor performance are those times when a restaurant or private members club like Shoreditch House for example, or a retail outlet like Orange fall woefully short on service.
Picture the scene at Shoreditch House at Monday lunchtime. A smattering of people on the sun loungers pool side, the single swimmer in the pool calmly swimming lengths, perhaps ten members in the restaurant/bar indoors and a large number of staff who dutifully ignore members. I was there with a friend who is a long standing member and even they commented that the service on a Monday is "usually" a little slow but that waiting for almost an hour for drinks to arrive was taking the pee somewhat. There was even a staff member seemingly more interested in watering the plants, by hand with what appeared to be a jug of ice, than he was in taking beverage and food orders. I am fully aware that I now sound like a spoilt little thesp but I wouldn't have expected to wait for an hour to order drinks. This is in a venue that prides itself on service and style. Really? Still, I have to say I'd happily return and laze by the pool even if you have to wait hours for service just because the view of the City from that rooftop is magical.
And now to Orange. Let's set the scene... about 9 months ago I bought a Blackberry Curve 8520 on payg because, as an actor and writer it is important for me to have access to email and the web wherever I happen to be and also as an actor it's important to know what my monthly outgoings are. So far so simple...
After a period of weeks the phone started to slow up, lock up at times, do weird things like not recognise any of the music tracks that I'd synch'd to it via Blackberry Desktop. Eventually, after about 8 months of slowly deteriorating service on the phone I took it back to my local Orange shop. Which just so happens to be the one that I bought it from too. I explained that the phone was locking up, dropping wi-fi, generally misbehaving to the point where it would need rebooting a couple of times a day.
I was delighted to receive stunningly seemless customer service in store as the assistant agreed that what was wrong with my Blackberry was not acceptable. She also mentioned that it was one of a number of "known" issues with the Curve 8520. I arranged delivery of replacement handset for the next day and thought "well done Orange! Brilliant service!".
The replacement handset arrives and all is good. For a week. One week. 7 little days.. Until the handset locks. Again. And again. At the end of the week the replacement handset was regularly dropping calls, not playing tunes stored on it, and a number of times an hour I would see something like (and I paraphrase here) Application rim_messaging not working or Application rim_phone not working... and, as had previously happened, if I received a phone call whilst I was texting or emailing someone then the phone would lock up, it wouldn't show me who was calling, just would freeze. After perhaps as long as five minutes it would suddenly spring to life and reveal that it had opened every single app on the phone. Although not being a technically minded person I knew that this was not right. So I returned with the handset to my local Orange shop once again but this time seeking a refund or credit note and the ability to upgrade my handset by paying more money.
I can't tell you how shocked I was when the assistant in the shop said that I can't do that and that I was "stupid" to think that I could. I asked her to call customer services and after much protestation about me being "difficult" she did. Only to then argue with customer services about whether or not they would let me spend money in their shop. After about 40 minutes or so I gave up and tried emailing customer services. No reply. I searched online forums and found the email to the Executive Office and thought they'd reply. Nothing. So then I resorted to Twitter. I found the name to of the guy who does PR for Orange and sent him an open tweet. He responded by asking someone else to get in touch. They have. I have an email address which I've forwarded everything to and now I'm waiting for their reply. They've said they'll sort it all today but I've very little faith now in anything that Orange, or its staff, say.
I'll reserve judgement before heading off to 3 though. And I'll keep you all updated but I will return to more acting type themes once this "issue" has been resolved.
I write reviews for Remote Goat mainly so that I can get to see a lot of theatre for very little cost, but sometimes I wonder what that cost might actually be.
I'm not talking about my sanity here, but what I'm talking about is that I have to review what I experience and I can't help but wonder if posting a negative review, or even one with negative comments in an overall positive experience might prejudice future producers, directors and actor colleagues against working with me?
I know it shouldn't do so and that they should respect that I'm doing a job and would expect reviewers, even those who are friends, to review any production that I am in, and any performance that I give on stage or immortalise on film, an accurate and fair review. But there's a little tiny nagging voice of doubt at the back of my head that makes me hover long and hard in thought before hitting the "Submit Review" button when I've got copy waiting to go.
Where I have no hesitation at all in writing about poor performance are those times when a restaurant or private members club like Shoreditch House for example, or a retail outlet like Orange fall woefully short on service.
Picture the scene at Shoreditch House at Monday lunchtime. A smattering of people on the sun loungers pool side, the single swimmer in the pool calmly swimming lengths, perhaps ten members in the restaurant/bar indoors and a large number of staff who dutifully ignore members. I was there with a friend who is a long standing member and even they commented that the service on a Monday is "usually" a little slow but that waiting for almost an hour for drinks to arrive was taking the pee somewhat. There was even a staff member seemingly more interested in watering the plants, by hand with what appeared to be a jug of ice, than he was in taking beverage and food orders. I am fully aware that I now sound like a spoilt little thesp but I wouldn't have expected to wait for an hour to order drinks. This is in a venue that prides itself on service and style. Really? Still, I have to say I'd happily return and laze by the pool even if you have to wait hours for service just because the view of the City from that rooftop is magical.
And now to Orange. Let's set the scene... about 9 months ago I bought a Blackberry Curve 8520 on payg because, as an actor and writer it is important for me to have access to email and the web wherever I happen to be and also as an actor it's important to know what my monthly outgoings are. So far so simple...
After a period of weeks the phone started to slow up, lock up at times, do weird things like not recognise any of the music tracks that I'd synch'd to it via Blackberry Desktop. Eventually, after about 8 months of slowly deteriorating service on the phone I took it back to my local Orange shop. Which just so happens to be the one that I bought it from too. I explained that the phone was locking up, dropping wi-fi, generally misbehaving to the point where it would need rebooting a couple of times a day.
I was delighted to receive stunningly seemless customer service in store as the assistant agreed that what was wrong with my Blackberry was not acceptable. She also mentioned that it was one of a number of "known" issues with the Curve 8520. I arranged delivery of replacement handset for the next day and thought "well done Orange! Brilliant service!".
The replacement handset arrives and all is good. For a week. One week. 7 little days.. Until the handset locks. Again. And again. At the end of the week the replacement handset was regularly dropping calls, not playing tunes stored on it, and a number of times an hour I would see something like (and I paraphrase here) Application rim_messaging not working or Application rim_phone not working... and, as had previously happened, if I received a phone call whilst I was texting or emailing someone then the phone would lock up, it wouldn't show me who was calling, just would freeze. After perhaps as long as five minutes it would suddenly spring to life and reveal that it had opened every single app on the phone. Although not being a technically minded person I knew that this was not right. So I returned with the handset to my local Orange shop once again but this time seeking a refund or credit note and the ability to upgrade my handset by paying more money.
I can't tell you how shocked I was when the assistant in the shop said that I can't do that and that I was "stupid" to think that I could. I asked her to call customer services and after much protestation about me being "difficult" she did. Only to then argue with customer services about whether or not they would let me spend money in their shop. After about 40 minutes or so I gave up and tried emailing customer services. No reply. I searched online forums and found the email to the Executive Office and thought they'd reply. Nothing. So then I resorted to Twitter. I found the name to of the guy who does PR for Orange and sent him an open tweet. He responded by asking someone else to get in touch. They have. I have an email address which I've forwarded everything to and now I'm waiting for their reply. They've said they'll sort it all today but I've very little faith now in anything that Orange, or its staff, say.
I'll reserve judgement before heading off to 3 though. And I'll keep you all updated but I will return to more acting type themes once this "issue" has been resolved.
Monday 13 June 2011
Train of thought... tangental
It's been a few days since my last blog entry and I've been wrestling with what purpose this blog will serve long-term (if any). It was never meant to be a day by day account of my life and my thoughts, anyway that's what Twitter is for, so that means that this space has to be reserved for bigger, more complex issues. Perhaps I will use this space to campaign against arts cuts, or maybe I'll have a space where I can enter the debate about actors, professional actors, people with years of training being expected to work for nothing other than the opportunity of working with a "really talented crew/director" or on a "really exciting" project which may, at some vague point in the future, perhaps determined by the removal of all reality shows from our screens, lead to some work on some future project.
Perhaps I'll use this space to talk about how being an actor is not all about what you do on stage or on screen but also includes the business side of things, and then maybe include the steep learning curve that that necessitates.
Maybe I'll ramble on endlessly about the quality of the paper you use to print your business cards on actually, really, being a matter of importance and then wax lyrical about the subtle off-white colouring, the tasteful thickness of it, and Oh my God, if it has a watermark.
The thought even struck me that I should perhaps mention that the "casting couch" is alive and well in London in 2011 and go into detail, without mentioning names of course, about the audition I had with a female producer of uncertain years who made it clear to me that if I wanted a big part then so did she. But I thought that might not appreciate that sort of salacious story. I even thought about taking that and running sideways with it into the minefield of delights that can be the "showmance" but then I thought long and hard about what I would write and decided I will write whatever comes into my head and make no apologies for doing so. All of which brings me to write this....
What hope is there for an actor when the casting calls that land on his desk include wonderful ones such as "man, heavy breather, white, decadent, sleazy haircut" and this comes the week after I go to a casting for "Man.. Not Albert Einstein." Seriously guys, is this really the way you want to conduct your castings?
"Hello Easy Casting Services. How can I help you?"
"Well I'm trying to cast a project and need your help."
"Sure, what's the breakdown?"
"Man. Oh and can you make sure he isn't Albert Einstein please?"
"That it? Age? Height? Hair colour? Size? Any of that important?"
"Erm... no. No. Not really. Just make sure he isn't Albert Einstein."
How on earth can you cast something when you have no idea what it is you're looking for?
I'm not meaning to be obtuse here but I really don't understand the thought process that goes from seeing a character take shape on a page and ends up being "oh anyone who isn't Einstein". Just for the record, I'm not a virgin to the casting process as I've assisted in casting an increasing number of short and feature films.
(I apologise for this now turning into a bit of a rant but I'm in my groove and going with the flow here!)
And whilst I'm on the subject of casting I've just come back from a play (which shall remain nameless but my review of which will appear tomorrow on a certain fringe theatre listing website) in which the casting choices were just odd. The youngest actress, playing the youngest character, was a dream. The middle one... so so... and the one playing the mother.. well.. ahem... erm... I'm reminded of the "nice buttons" review that Coward is reported to have given once to the son of a friend after his lamentable performance in a play that Coward had the misfortune to sit through. At this point I'm about to mention my mother who, when I saw her last week and after talking her through all the projects I've completed whilst she's been cruising around the seas in the some boat or other, and then going through the meetings and the various fires which currently have irons of mine in turned and said, "That's all very interesting dear but it's not real theatre is it? Or real films are they?"
According to the world my parents live in, for they are both as bad as each other sometimes, but it's just mum that says things, it's not "real" theatre unless it's within Zone 1, has tickets for sale at TKTS and garners at least a 4 star review in that most august of newspapers the Daily Mail, and similarly it is not "real" cinema unless it has posters in the Tube advertising it, Redd Pepper voicing the trailer, and preferably Colin Firth in it too.
Parents! Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. At least not until I know for sure where the will is!
Perhaps I'll use this space to talk about how being an actor is not all about what you do on stage or on screen but also includes the business side of things, and then maybe include the steep learning curve that that necessitates.
Maybe I'll ramble on endlessly about the quality of the paper you use to print your business cards on actually, really, being a matter of importance and then wax lyrical about the subtle off-white colouring, the tasteful thickness of it, and Oh my God, if it has a watermark.
The thought even struck me that I should perhaps mention that the "casting couch" is alive and well in London in 2011 and go into detail, without mentioning names of course, about the audition I had with a female producer of uncertain years who made it clear to me that if I wanted a big part then so did she. But I thought that might not appreciate that sort of salacious story. I even thought about taking that and running sideways with it into the minefield of delights that can be the "showmance" but then I thought long and hard about what I would write and decided I will write whatever comes into my head and make no apologies for doing so. All of which brings me to write this....
What hope is there for an actor when the casting calls that land on his desk include wonderful ones such as "man, heavy breather, white, decadent, sleazy haircut" and this comes the week after I go to a casting for "Man.. Not Albert Einstein." Seriously guys, is this really the way you want to conduct your castings?
"Hello Easy Casting Services. How can I help you?"
"Well I'm trying to cast a project and need your help."
"Sure, what's the breakdown?"
"Man. Oh and can you make sure he isn't Albert Einstein please?"
"That it? Age? Height? Hair colour? Size? Any of that important?"
"Erm... no. No. Not really. Just make sure he isn't Albert Einstein."
How on earth can you cast something when you have no idea what it is you're looking for?
I'm not meaning to be obtuse here but I really don't understand the thought process that goes from seeing a character take shape on a page and ends up being "oh anyone who isn't Einstein". Just for the record, I'm not a virgin to the casting process as I've assisted in casting an increasing number of short and feature films.
(I apologise for this now turning into a bit of a rant but I'm in my groove and going with the flow here!)
And whilst I'm on the subject of casting I've just come back from a play (which shall remain nameless but my review of which will appear tomorrow on a certain fringe theatre listing website) in which the casting choices were just odd. The youngest actress, playing the youngest character, was a dream. The middle one... so so... and the one playing the mother.. well.. ahem... erm... I'm reminded of the "nice buttons" review that Coward is reported to have given once to the son of a friend after his lamentable performance in a play that Coward had the misfortune to sit through. At this point I'm about to mention my mother who, when I saw her last week and after talking her through all the projects I've completed whilst she's been cruising around the seas in the some boat or other, and then going through the meetings and the various fires which currently have irons of mine in turned and said, "That's all very interesting dear but it's not real theatre is it? Or real films are they?"
According to the world my parents live in, for they are both as bad as each other sometimes, but it's just mum that says things, it's not "real" theatre unless it's within Zone 1, has tickets for sale at TKTS and garners at least a 4 star review in that most august of newspapers the Daily Mail, and similarly it is not "real" cinema unless it has posters in the Tube advertising it, Redd Pepper voicing the trailer, and preferably Colin Firth in it too.
Parents! Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. At least not until I know for sure where the will is!
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