Tuesday, 28 October 2008

REVIEW: 'Antigone', Royal Exchange Theatre

Published: MANCHESTER CONFIDENTIAL, 28th October 2008
"Antigone at The Royal Exchange"

Antigone is a tale of raw emotion. Loss, grief, injustice, betrayal, loyalty, love and pride impregnate this most harrowing of tragedies. Daughter of the Oedipus, destined to destroy his father and marry his mother, Antigone’s life is one of unavoidable sorrow.

Her brothers Eteocles and Polynices, left to rule the city of Thebes, kill each other in battle, and leave their uncle Creon as leader. Creon, a tyrant, decrees that Eteocles shall be buried with honour fitting to a man who has died defending his city, while Polynices shall be left unburied, ‘to be devoured/by dogs and birds, mangled most hideously’. In refusing burial Creon not only dishonours Polynices, ‘but the Gods below, who are despoiled’ – they are denied a soul that is rightfully theirs.

Antigone, brave and resilient, defies her uncle and buries her brother in full knowledge of the punishment. Creon, outraged at her disobedience, sentences her to be buried. Encased in a rock cave, Antigone hangs herself. Creon's son, betrothed to Antigone, kills himself out of grief, resulting in the additional suicide of Eurydice, Creon’s wife. Thus the Gods punish Creon: he is left alone, having paid for the two deaths he caused. As Tiresias foretells, Creon is forced ‘to make amends for murder, death for death’.

Unfortunately I found Greg Hersov’s production of Antigone at the Royal Exchange confused and unsure of the stance it was taking on the original text. It attempted to place itself both within Greek tradition and the present and it didn’t work.
 
The tragedy begins at dawn and ends at dusk. No violence is committed on stage. The chorus remains, though greatly diminished. Creon is sinful of hubris (overweening pride) and is punished. Antigone is the complete tragic hero. The set is representative of ancient Greece, dry cracked earth covers the floor, a funeral pyre of ash and sticks stands off centre.

Yet the costumes are modern. Non-descript suits, high heels, flowing country dresses that do not marry with the other visuals of the production. Creon delivers his speech like a presidential candidate and the messengers are army-clad soldiers. His refusal of the rightful burial changes emphasis. This is no longer about him shaming the Gods: it’s reduced to an argument about what’s humanly decent or not. The messengers are figures of fun instead of solemn bringers of distress. Several moments of overwhelming grief are stunted with sarcastic and comically delivered lines.

Now first and foremost Antigone is a tragedy. It is filled with awful and unjust events, pain and emotional suffering. It is at no point meant to be funny.
 
An example: Antigone is brought to testify in front of her uncle and Ismene, where she is committed to a terrible death. It is a moment of utter desolation. The sisters are never to see each other again; they are preparing for grief and death. When Creon, in Sophocles’ text, proclaims: ‘Of these two girls, one has been driven frantic, the other has been frantic from her birth’, a poignancy is added to their fate, Creon’s tyrannical rule is reiterated and the grief of the situation heightened. Antigone's death is sealed with his unfeeling observation.
 
This production’s alternative line: ‘These women are lunatics!’ has the opposite effect. All gravitas falls away. The sister’s tears seem ridiculous. Creon becomes a comic misogynist. Instead of being overcome with sorrow, we laugh. The production seems afraid to let the audience feel the magnitude of the tragedy.

The original text, by Sophocles, is subtle but direct. It is an overtly political play, directly confronting the problems and dangers of anti-democratic leadership. It presents the importance of family bonds and honouring the dead. The words and events in Antigone are strong enough to carry this message, to be plainly relevant in any time period. I wish the Royal Exchange production had realised this. I wish it had been brave enough to stick to a decisive and clear portrayal of a heart-wrenching tale.

Despite these criticisms it is still not a bad performance. Audiences unfamiliar with the original, or interested in modern takes on classic texts, may well enjoy this production. It is a well acted, entertaining and engaging take on Antigone. It is important for theatre to revive old texts, attempt to bring them into modern contexts and to take risks. I applaud Hersoy for having done so.

My personal experience was to sit for the one and a half hours frustrated and annoyed. I have a pre-established relationship with the text. I have studied and formed a loyalty to what I think are the original intentions of the play. It is not that you shouldn’t see this production: you should. More that I would not want to go again.
 
Antigone, is showing until the 8th of November.

Thursday, 25 September 2008

REVIEW: Ally Wallace 'Stuck Cities', Victoria Baths


Published: MANCHESTER CONFIDENTIAL, 25th September 2008
"Ally Wallace 'Stuck Cities' at Victoria Baths"
 
I don’t like to say it, but when visiting Stuck Cities I spent more time marvelling at the beautiful building of Victoria Baths than I did the works of art. That is not to say I wasn’t impressed by Wallace’s instillation, but rather that the opportunity to explore and wander around the beautiful and decaying baths at your leisure is far too good to miss.

Ornate green tiles reach up to the ceiling, while transient light pours through stained glass windows on to impressive stairways. Mosaic fish even swim around your feet. Victoria Baths is a wonderful and fun piece of architecture. Walking around the echoing swimming pools, with the wooden seats of the theatre above and the bright blue paint peeling off the cubicles that line the room, is like being in a sepia coloured dream that is ever so slightly haunted. The emptiness of such a large and delicious space holds sorrowful tints. A building designed to be full of life now catching the sounds of solitary footsteps.

Ally Wallace’s main artwork that accommodates the first class pool is aesthetically successful. The huge square panels of newspaper which hang from the tall glass ceiling utilises and complements the space very well. The columns of text and boxed images of the broadsheets merge into the tiles of the pool and bring out the structural lines of the room. The fragility of the paper, suspended and motionless, emphasises the stillness of the derelict building, once alive and busy with people.

All locally sourced, the newspapers fade and yellow in time - disintegrating and becoming dilapidated just as the building has done. The stories relevant to a precise date or time period have been ‘frozen in the final installation’, the contents turned in to a graphic pattern. All of these elements poignantly reflect the history of Victoria Baths and its own pause in time, unused, empty and awaiting final restoration. The building is in limbo, as are the stories suspended inside.

The simplicity of Wallace’s delicate grid wall creates a wonderful new element to the space, interacting and bringing out the colours and shapes of its crumbling surrounding. Stuck Cities realises the size and height of the room, changes perspectives as you walk around and creates unexpected viewpoints of forgotten corners of the room.

My enjoyment of Stuck Cities meant I wished the exhibition had ended in the swimming pool. Wallace’s other works, displayed in the smaller adjoining rooms, in many ways tainted the impact of the main instillation. His small watercolours and newspaper sculptures seemed void of purpose and ill-thought out. The subtle peaches of the decorative windows captured my attention far better than the rolls of newspaper stuck together with bulldog clips and sporadic daubs of paint. This exhibition survives because of its magnificent home.

You should head down to this rather illusive exhibition (only open this coming Saturday and Sunday) even if installation doesn’t really float your boat. Do it for the baths I tell you, those wonderful baths.

There is an interesting exhibition on the history and renovation of the building, equipped with dated swimwear, audio memories and photos to boot. A magnificent building to explore and an aeratone to marvel at, which with its narrow, deep metal cylinder and red operating dials looks like some form of science fiction nightmare, but is in fact a swish personal Jacuzzi first developed as a treatment for mining injures in Scotland. Excellent stuff, and when you think the developers suggested turning it into a car park.
 

Monday, 22 September 2008

COMMENTARY: 'The Hireling Shepherd' by William Holman Hunt

Published: STUDENT DIRECT, 22nd September 2008
"Close Look"
This painting of Hunt’s, one of the major names in the pre-Raphaelite movement, always catches my eye twice. Something about it makes me need to examine the situation, work out what doesn’t sit right. Maybe it is the girl’s suspicious but sultry sideways glance. Maybe it is the bright, precise colours and lines of the assumably soft rural setting. Or it could be the fact that this painting has a story to tell of two people’s relationship; yet we don’t know what it is. Who are they? What are they saying to each other? Why does it feel tainted?

The answer, if there must be one, lies in the title. The Hireling Shepherd is a quote from Shakespeare’s King Lear, in which Edgar sings the tale of a Shepherd who neglects his duty and his sheep. In Hunt’s painting this is portrayed by a lamb wandering off unnoticed into a golden field, potentially ruining a farmer’s crop, while beauty, youth and desire distract the couple. The message of pastoral neglect and its consequences, takes on an extended social critique, when we look closer at the two sweethearts. The girl with her blood red skirt and forthright body language seems to be luring the man away from the right path of action. The apples on her lap, rotting, make her reminiscent of Eve tempting man to sin.

However the quite heavy moral message of this beautiful painting is not immediately obvious. At first we seem merely to be witnessing love. It is only on second glance that we see that this love sits inharmoniously with social expectations, duty and seemingly nature.

It is the sharpness with which Hunt portrays the landscape that empathises this moral. The focus brings out the harsh reality of the situation. The countryside is idyllic; the pool of water by the girl’s feet remains still, yet the image creates turmoil within the viewer; a sense of wrongdoing and future negative consequences.

It is a clever and expertly executed painting that everyone should look at.

'The Hireling Shepherd' by William Holman Hunt can be seen at Manchester Art Gallery.

REVIEW: 'Three Sisters', Royal Exchange Theatre

Published: STUDENT DIRECT, 22nd September 2008 



The Royal Exchange’s production of Chekhov’s classic Three Sisters is absolutely stunning. Not for a long while have I seen a play so smooth and eloquently performed. The set was beautiful and simple, clear columns and shear curtains ensuring no view was blocked. The acting from all was worthy of Chekhov’s poetical language, wrought with emotion. The audience were literally forced into submission, the three hours passing unfelt, as Three Sisters harrowing and sorrowful tale unfolded.


Chekhov’s Three Sisters is a tale of hope and dreams dashed and unfulfilled, of lives disappointed and helpless to their fate. Each character is dissatisfied with his or her present, each longs for a past or future full of glory and happiness. Their lives are confined to a small provincial town in Russia, where the weather and landscape is harsh and unforgiving, society limited and dull, without any prospect of changing for the better.
Three Sisters is a play that portrays with delicate beauty the way humans cope with misfortune and despair – they see at all times ‘in the distance…a gleam of light’.


The sisters Irina, Masha and Olga yearn for Moscow, the place they feel is home, where their roots belong. Thoughts of Moscow are ‘a washed in sunshine’, warm in comparison to the cold wintry present. Vershinin dreams of a future ‘two hundred to three hundred years from now’, when life will be ‘unimaginably beautiful’. While Chebutykin consoles his painful life with the belief that he might not actually exist at all. None inhabit a place they truly call home, either in time or place. All they want is change, change reverting to memory or to the unknown. Anything other than the stagnant and trapped state of the current. Indeed it is not without meaning that the poem Masha repeats throughout begins ‘a far sea shore…’


The lack of movement within the plot (three years pass without change) allows the audience to scrutinise and understand the characters in raw truth. Chekhov portrays the everyday existence of his characters with honesty and humour like no other. None are idealised humans; all have their faults, their selfish wants – yet we come to admire them each for their continuance through individual trials. Even Andrey, when his life has diminished far below his aspirations finds it within him to think of a future where he ‘can see freedom’.


Most poignant in this play is the disharmony of the characters hopes and their reality. Even when a form of happiness seems to glisten within their reach it is dashed from then within an instant. Life is cruel in handing out exactly what is not wanted and thus most hard to bear. What is the respite from such an ‘intolerable life’? Love; what comfort is there? Only, as Irina concludes, ‘that we shall all be forgotten’. All that is to be done is ‘to live our own lives...for none knows anything’.


Thoroughly moving, utterly impressive and refined. One that cannot be missed.

Monday, 15 September 2008

COMMENTARY: 'The Storm' by William Etty

Published: STUDENT DIRECT, 15th September 2008 


"A Close Look at Artworks in Manchester: The Storm by William Etty (1829-30)"

I have always been fascinated by how painters manage to capture light and motion. Painters, such as Turner, whose work is full of nature’s ominous dangers, and weathers perilous forms, have always captivated me. It is for this reason that I love The Storm by William Etty. 

He manages to covey the pure terror and force of the tumulus waves at sea. Despite the boat taking up quite a large portion of the canvas, Etty has managed to convey it’s tiny scale in comparison to the vast ocean in which it floats; it is vulnerable and dwarfed by the wave that looms above the two figures, their sail expressing the fierceness of the wind. The painting has a dark undertone and a raw sexuality about it, the woman’s naked flesh glows in the night, stark white, while the rest of Etty’s palate is of warm earthy tones. 

Looking at it you feel haunted by the power of things outside your control, you feel the couples isolation, the motion of the rough water. It is a painting of raw experience, of fear.

'The Storm' by William Etty can be seen in the Main Collections of Manchester Art Gallery.

Link: http://year2008-2009.student-direct.co.uk/2008/09/close-look/#more-497

Thursday, 11 September 2008

REVIEW: 'Lord Arthur's Bed', The Lowry Theatre

Published: STUDENT DIRECT, 15th September 2008 


It is lucky they gave a warning, otherwise I would have found myself rather shocked. Lord Arthur's Bed, a play about the lives and trials of Ernest Boulton, Frederick Park and Lord Arthur Clinton MP, Gay men of the 19th century, is rather graphic. Not only do we get full on male nudity, but foe sex, many references to sodomy, shafts, bursting pearly seas (their words not mine) and many other things far too rude to mention.

Not a play for the prude then; but very interesting and refreshing for its natural and unshrinking portrayal of Gay love. Lord Arthur’s Bed is not attempting to shock, rather tell a historical story in all its truth and performed in the Lowry’s Studio, a small and intimate space, the experience felt all the more bare and, well, naked.

The story of Ernest (Stella) and Frederick (Fanny), 19th century transvestites accused of ‘abusing gentlemanly behavior’ and performing ‘unnatural offences’, is told by a present day (fictional) Gay couple – Donald and Jim. It is portrayed as an important turn in the history of homophobic behavior. One of the first trials where publicly being Gay was proclaimed wrong and an offence to the decency of society. The legacy of this homophobia we see negatively affecting Donald and Jim’s relationship. The deeper into the trail the plot gets, the angrier, insure and depressed Jim gets. He talks of the shame he experiences in his desires, how sordid society makes his natural emotions feel and the image of his mothers face when he told her of his civil partnership. It is a play about the power of sex within society, of prejudice and love. How people who are brave enough to outwardly be themselves, are often punished and have been throughout history; especially for being homosexual.

Several things niggled at my satisfaction, which is a shame considering overall it was a tight, successful and engaging performance. The bickering of Donald and Jim got repetitive and rarely developed, the set (consisting of a double bed) was cheap and lacking impact or aesthetics, while the acting at times fell flat or over exaggerated. But these did not ruin a very entertaining and thought provoking evening. As the rather camp Lord Arthur Clinton would have declared – Very well done indeed.


Lord Arthur's Bed in on at The Lowry Theatre on the 11th and 12th of September 

Link: http://year2008-2009.student-direct.co.uk/2008/09/lord-arthur%E2%80%99s-bed/

Monday, 7 July 2008

REVIEW: Gwon Osang 'Deodorant Type', Manchester Art Gallery

Published: MANCHESTER CONFIDENTIAL, 7th July 2008


"Massive Horse Invades Manchester Art Gallery"

Deodorant Type, the new exhibition at Manchester Art Gallery makes interesting viewing. Korean artist Gwon Osang, in his first major UK show, fills the space with imposing realist sculptures that carry the power to confuse and challenge the viewer’s perception.
 

"These layered photographic surfaces give Osang’s sculptures a fragmented and therefore surreal appearance. The expressions and features of each individual model are occasionally skewed and unnatural, their proportions wrong."

In an attempt to move away from traditional sculpting materials and methods, which he finds, ‘suffocating’ and restrictive, Gwon Osang formed his current and signature technique, in which he uses photographs to create a composite image of his models on life size sculpted bodies.

These layered photographic surfaces give Osang’s sculptures a fragmented and therefore surreal appearance. The expressions and features of each individual model are occasionally skewed and unnatural, their proportions wrong. As a result the sculptures found in Deodorant Type are at times eerie, unnerving and intimidating. One such sculpture is an impressive horse mounted police officer, striking, proud and reminiscent of monumental equestrian sculptures of monarchs and princes. Another is that of Graham Massey, Manc muso, best known for his work as part of 808 State and pictured here.

Osang commented that he enjoys the 'contemporary visuality' photography achieves. It also brings an unavoidable realist stance to his work. These sculptures are real people who exist simultaneously and separately to the exhibition space, in the same clothes, making the same face. Osang cannot change them; the camera does not lie. Most of the sculptures featured in the exhibition were created from Osang’s month long residency in Manchester in 2007.

The poses of Osang’s sculptures are all those readily available in society, ads, and media. Osang describes his body formations as ‘very close to me and easily available…found around me or in any civilised city life on earth, through magazines or the internet’. They are positions that we are so used to seeing around us, we become almost unaware of them.

Though Osang states that he does not ‘really want audiences to understand or find something special by looking at my work’, this writer finds Osang’s photographic sculptural portraits an intriguing comment on identity.

In our contemporary society, photographs are the medium by which we assert, read and reproduce our identities. When individuals upload their carefully selected images on to websites and post photos on their Internet profiles, they create a public life and personality for themselves, be it true or false. Through these photos people are placed within stereotypes, judged, targeted by ad companies and others.

Osang in his use of photography for sculptural portraiture uses a medium which has become an expression of our social worth, our status. Osang’s work confronts this - he provides a photographic person, real in size, stance, style and looks: yet we will never understand them. All we create of each sculpture's identity will be a fabrication, a projection of our own experiences and prejudices.

You may think this understanding of Osang’s work utter rubbish. But that's all right as according to Osang, contemporary art means: 'a variety of misunderstandings', that become a 'way of communication'.

Indeed the exhibition’s title Deodorant Type is a pun on a cultural misunderstanding in itself: the failure of multi-national advertising agencies to sell deodorant in Korea due to, as Osang tells us, the majority of Asians not suffering from body odour. So go and become misunderstood and confused by Osang. If nothing else that life size horse is impressive.


Deoderant Type is on until 21 September 2008 at Manchester Art Gallery and is free of charge.