Pride & Prejudice, The Scoop

Nothing says summer quite like a spot of outdoor performance with a picnic. The Scoop between Tower Bridge and London Bridge is a great spot for such entertainment: a large amphitheatre on the river, with plenty of shops nearby in which to pick up food and drink to bring to the show. Best of all, the entertainment they lay on for the summer is free. The Pantaloons are at the Scoop for a few days before setting off on their summer tour with an adapted Pride & Prejudice is trademark Pantaloons style.

Fans of the novel and its various film and television incarnations are in for a treat, though this is unlike any Pride & Prejudice ever seen before. Five actors take on all the roles and add narration to keep the story moving at a brisk pace. They are decked in Regency costume other than brightly coloured trainers, capturing the feel of the play: genuine with a touch of playful irreverence. With the addition of improvisation, music and audience interaction, this is a jolly production that captures the joie de vivre of historical popular theatre.

Barring Alex Rivers as Elizabeth, the other actors multi-role, playing the more minor characters as panto caricatures. The Bennett girls’ friend Charlotte Lucas is a shallow, tea-drinking gossip. Christopher Smart is an amusingly pompous and geeky Mr Collins. Both Smart and the other male actor Edward Ferrow occasionally take on female roles, like a more sedate version of panto dames. These lighter moments involve much chatting with the audience and self-mocking any line fluffs. Wisely, the silliness is disregarded in favour of sincerity in the longer, more serious scenes. The show has the perfect balance between silly and serious, following Elizabeth and Darcy’s love story despite the compression of the plot. The entire cast give excellent performances, carrying though the challenge of working outdoors and attacking the script with energy and enthusiasm. They clearly love what they do.

Both audience and performers are relaxed and enjoying themselves. The script mocks more traditional versions of the story, but doesn’t take itself too seriously, either. With the audience free to come and go as well as the feel of a summertime community gathering, the event is reminiscent of The Globe, or a team of travelling players on their summer rounds to places great and small. Which is exactly what The Pantaloons are.

The play runs for about two and a half hours, with an interval. Whilst it is satisfying to see a full-length show for free, it began to feel like it could do with being shorter. Though the Scoop is a great venue, sitting on stone in the Thames wind does get rather uncomfortable after awhile. The length is probably more palatable in a sheltered park with deck chairs or blankets. Condensing the original novel to this length is commendable, but could do with being half an hour shorter. Considering the audience freedom, an interval isn’t particularly necessary either.

As The Pantaloons Pride & Prejudice travels through the country stopping off at scenic estates and venues, it is certainly worth catching this excellent example of summer popular theatre. Bring your friends, family and a picnic, and revel in the community enjoying and celebrating theatre accessable for everyone.


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Troilus & Cressida, everything theatre

“A single, long table spans the width of the stage, brightly decorated for a party. As the sixteen strong cast conga in and fill the stage, there is clearly something to celebrate. The Trojans are winning the war and Troy is having a party…

“…Pandarus is Cressida’s camp, matchmaking uncle, well played by Matt Butcher. His performance is the best of the production. Troilus (Nicholas Farr) and Cressida (Colette O’Rourke) follow, with a genuine portrayal of young love and devotion…

“The entire cast is onstage for the whole performance, making transitions instant and effectively enhancing the setting…Due to the extensive cuts, fast pace and the constant presence of the ensemble, the smaller roles are rather indistinct…

“Other standout performances come from Charlotte Mafham as Cassandra and CJ de Mooi as Thersites…The rest of the cast deliver the language fluidly and skillfully. Director Ricky Dukes certainly knows how to choose performers with an innate sense for Shakespeare’s linguistic nuances.

“Dukes is an accomplished director, having been running Lazarus Theatre Company for several years. He is committed to approaching and reinventing Shakespeare for modern audiences…If you want to see high-quality, cutting edge fringe Shakespeare, see one of his productions…”

Read the entire review on everything theatre here.

My Initial Response to “This Is How We Die”

Today I gaze at anticipatory faces. Chasing A-stars, they wait.

And wait.

And wait.

I struggle to face the mundane day lazily unwinding in front of me. The bullet train fever dream of last night’s memory rips at my periphery but I have piles of goddamn exam papers to hand out and count down the time for those little eyes lined up in front of me.

“You have seventy-five minutes to complete this exam paper. Raise your hand if you need anything. You must not speak.”

You must not speak.                         You must not speak.                     You must not speak.

The silence of rustling papers and scratching pens and scraping chairs deafens me. Fatigue caresses my face already propped up by tapping, restless fingers frustrated with marking the correctness of the explanation of hot seating and how its used in my year 9 Drama class.

The middle distance pops up, slides in.

I ruminate.

Never had I thought I’d find Shakespeare reincarnate, but he’s there, under the rioting hair of a Canadian paranoiac, raging at the space he faces of pairs of eyes lined up. He bombards, he bashes, he races. The world we know but ignore is exposed. The guts hang out, the greed, the hate. The racism, the fascism, all those “isms” and “ists” that stain and distend, that we block out to keep out tiny, insignificant spheres of existence perfect and quiet and numb.

This bard makes us see.

He stops.                                                                                                           He whispers.

Just him at a desk with a script and a glass and some lights.

And us. We face him. We hear him. We drink in his sounds, his words, his allegorical tales of love found and lost and open road desert adventure. This is confessional. This is a soul ripped open and we are going to ingest it, whether we want that screaming, raw mass inside us or not. Not through our mouths, but with our ears we catch his lightning, eventually blinded by words and light and music.

We are overcome.

We are left.

We are the catalysts of our own change.


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Happy Days, Young Vic

In Samuel Beckett’s Happy Days, we see two characters, elderly couple Winnie (Juliet Stevenson) and Willie (David Beames), at the mercy of the elements on a baking-hot cliff base. We never learn why they are there even though they allude to their life before this place. Not that the audience would be partial to that information; it would not suit Beckett’s style and existential message. We see them seek purpose in their bizarre existence, hoping for another happy day.

Regardless of an individual’s like or dislike of Beckett’s theatre, this is an outstanding production. A monolithic, craggy cliff face drops into a pool of sparkling gravel. For the first half, Winnie is buried up to her waist but impeccably groomed. Willie dwells in a crevice out of sight most of the time. When he initially emerges, his back and shoulders are a painful landscape of bruises and blistered sunburn. Winnie speaks incessantly whereas Willie is almost completely silent. A jarring “bell” (really a loud, gratingly tonal noise) wakes them at the start of the day and any time they are at risk of nodding off. It is as disruptive to the audience as it is to the characters.

Winnie find fragments of joy in her pointless existence, be it inventorying her handbag contents or Willie’s rare contribution. This is cause for a declaration that it is indeed a happy day. She is mostly energetic and perky for much of the first half, but the character is not without nuance and emotional depth. She herself credibly exists, her situation much less so. Stevenson’s performance as Winnie is the driving force of this production, evoking a range of emotions from the audience.

The second half is much more bleak; Winnie is less forthcoming with her praise of the day. A landslide has buried her up to her neck. Has Willie survived? This is only revealed at the end. Despite a bruised face and complete entrapment, Winnie eventually reveals that it is still a happy day, with a pistol lying inches from her face but completely out of reach.

This play and production give the audience an in-yer-face version of existentialism, forcing an examination of the human condition and female entrapment. It makes for most harsh viewing, but theatrically excellent.

Intention: ☆☆☆☆☆

Outcome: ☆☆☆☆

Star Rating: ☆☆☆☆ 1/2


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