100 years in Variety

Stage Door, The Bristol Hippodrome, 100 Years
Gerry Parker and John Hudson
Published by Redcliffe Press

Bristol Hippodrome - from the stage C G Hanley

This well-illustrated soft-cover book is a pleasure to handle. Good to give as a present to anyone with an interest in the theatre or show-biz; even to yourself. The history of the Hippodrome takes in its early years as a twice-nightly variety theatre to being the venue of choice for ballet, major theatrical tours and visiting stars including Laurel and Hardy, Morecambe and Wise, Frank Sinatra, Paul McCartney and regular visitors The Hollies. It was famously Eddie Cochran’s last gig. The tale also covers the early career of Oswald Stoll, who teamed up with Mr Moss to build an Empire.
And of the nuts and bolts: “Frank Matcham was one of the great British Architects, and I have, over the years, performed in many of his theatres, The Bristol Hippodrome being my favourite. Modern architects don’t go to the theatre, which explains why the theatres they design resemble television sets. Matcham’s work was created with love. The Hippodrome was in construction at the same time as the Titanic was in Belfast. But the old Hippo, magnificently and lovingly restored by the people of Bristol, is still afloat.” Barry Humphries, February 2014

film reviews on radio

My website was off-line for a while, so the occasional pointers to my radio reviews on local radio -bcfm.org.uk - of film, art and theatre also took a break. Here is one - we don't just do movies here;  the theatre gets a look in too, and above is the evidence, with a random selection of other titles. 
 The Age of Stupid  - a dire but fascinating warning about the way we treat our planet. see it twice - but walk, don't drive!

VIEW at HARVEY’S A look through the earhole at Bristol’s new gallery, in Little Soho...

THE AWAKENING: noisy but creepy and ghostly who-dun-it set in a 1930’s country pile, with two first-league actresses to give it class.

PINA 3D - Wim Wenders’ triibute to 　modern dance’s great choreographer, 　the late Pina Bausch. Recreates her works onstage or in a variety of outdoor settings. The combination of extreme imaginations, individual talent and 3D, is gorgeous

ROUTE IRISH - named after the dangerous road in Baghdad. Ken Loach’s ultra-dark look at the war as Fergus tries to find out how his fellow contract soldier and life-long pal 　was killed. As complex as anything by Dashiell Hammett.and hypnotic.

SUBMARINE - In a very ordinary seaside town, a 15-year-old boy copes with his parents’ shaky marriage while trying to lose his virginity. It’s funny, eccentric and charming...

A force for change and hope - too much for some in Palestine

Just a few days after I posted this film on my website, the director of the Freedom Theatre, Juliano Mer-Khamis, was shot in his car, his (uninjured) son on his lap. Born of a Jewish mother and Palestinian father, he saw himself as 100% both - at least logically enough. The Freedom Theatre was a resurrection of his mother's theatre group; he had made a film about her shortly before her death, 'Arna's Children'. Her original theatre was destroyed during the first Intifada.

He had had to deal with threats since reopening: a production of Animal Farm got under the skin of the PA for instance, who took it personally as a suggestion that Fatah was collaborating. That incurred a petrol bomb. But friends and colleagues are determined that his work in the theatre, children's education and liberation and as a force for reconciliation will continue. An international theatre festival is already at the planning stage.

He leaves his partner, Jenny Nyman, pregnant with twins. She said, " He was aware of the danger and, though he joked about it, he was sometimes afraid. But he always said that he would rather die on his feet than live on his knees."

Theatre of Cruelty

THE THEATRE AND ITS DOUBLE
ANTONIN ARTAUD
Translated by VICTOR CORTI

The very phrase, 'Theatre of Cruelty', has passed into such common currency that few of us bother much to give a lot of consideration to what its creator Antonin Artaud, who died in 1948, was really (literally, sometimes) banging on about. Artaud, an actor, director, playwright and poet, was tangentially linked to the surrealists although what he admired most in drama, and what he strove for, was a kind of ultra-realism. Susan Sontag has said that ‘the course of all recent serious theatre in Western Europe and the Americas can be said to divide into two periods - before Artaud and after Artaud’.

The breadth of Artaud’s thinking allowed him to sweep across arguments and counter-arguments while he studied the theatre and pragmatically looked for the Great Answer to its then stagnation. This revised translation of Artaud’s Theatre of Cruelty Manifestos and related essays can be read two ways: first, from beginning to end, and second, to be thrown on the floor so that parts of it will surface randomly like I-Ching advice.

“We must believe in life’s meaning renewed by theatre, where man fearlessly makes himself master of the unborn, gives birth to it. And everything unborn can still be brought to life, provided we are not satisfied with remaining simple recording instruments.”

In his essay, Theatre and the Plague, Artaud refers to The City of God, where St Augustine points to the similarity between the plague, which kills without destroying any organs, and theatre, “which, without killing, induces the most mysterious changes not only in the minds of indviduals but in a whole nation... The mind believes what it sees and does what it believes, that is the secret of fascination. And in his book, St Augustine does not doubt the reality of this fascination for one moment. Yet conditions must be found to give birth to a spectacle that can fascinate the mind. It is not just a matter of art... And finally from a human point of view we can see that the effect of theatre is as beneficial as the plague, impelling us to see ourselves as we are, making the masks fall and divulging our world’s lies, aimlessness, meanness and even two-facedness.”

In Production and Metaphysics, the beginnings of a seeking after a non-verbal theatre and a look towards Symbolism and the metaphorical world, Artaud points to what he saw as over-literalised drama: “Given theatre as we see it here, one would imagine there was nothing more to know than whether we will have a good fuck, whether we will go to war or be cowardly enough to sue for peace”
He admired Balinese theatre for the “absolute superiority of the producer whose creative ability does away with words.” -and wondered, in Oriental and Western Theatre, if we could strip theatre away from The Words, as everything in theatre outside the script appeared to be subservient to it or merely part of the staging.

Artaud writes like a poet, although he picks at the meaning of meaning like a scientist splitting airs. He felt that current theatre was in decline because it had lost any feeling for seriousness and on the other hand, for laughter. It had “broken away from solemnity, from direct, harmful effectiveness - in a word, from Danger.”
Underlying his dissatisfaction and iconoclastic attitude was a romantic belief in “the profoundly anarchic spirit at the basis of all poetry.” For all his desire to do away with stilted old speech-driven and subjective drama, he yearned after a new kind of grandiosity. Why not? It’s all about spectacle, in the end taking us out of ourselves.

In No More Masterpieces, Artaud looks back at the sources of the Old Grandiosity, to Shakespeare and his ‘followers’. Guilty of instilling a concept of art for art’s sake, art on the one hand and life on the other. “We might rely on this lazy, ineffective idea as long as life outside held good, but there are too many signs that everything which used to sustain our lives no longer does so and we are all mad, desperate and sick. And I urge us to react.”

This probably says much more about the state of French theatre in the early twentieth century than anything. The French were not unique in their long established tradition of declamatory tragic theatre, so risible now. There is a wonderfully stilted, mannered, almost Dalek-voiced John Geilgud recording of Hamlet’s soliliquy, made in the mid Thirties. He would have been pelted with worse than vegetables if he had tried that in The Globe.

...“And bringing two impassioned revelations together on stage, two living fires, two nervous magnetisms, is just as complete, as true, even as decisive as bringing together two bodies in short-lived debauchery is in life.
For this reason I suggest a Theatre of Cruelty.
With this mania we all have today for belittling everything, as soon as I said ‘cruelty’ everyone took it to mean ‘blood’. But a ‘theatre of cruelty’ means theatre that is difficult and cruel for myself first of all.”

Above all a pragmatist, Artaud proposed among other things a theatre where the audience would be hypnotised by violent, pulverising images, “mesmerising the audience’s sensibilities, caught in the drama as if in a vortex of higher forces.”

After the publication of his First Manifesto, he discussed its implications with a few friends and associates, and this book includes some of his letters on the subject, devoted to clarifying the meaning of the manifesto or taking up other theorists on their ideas about staging; which led to the Second Manifesto, which emphasised the importance, as Artaud saw it, of creating transcendence in the audience and of replacing quotidian narrative drama with timeless primal forces.
Quite grandiose, as aspirations go. But the inheritors of the Theatre of Cruelty are everywhere: Second City in the US, 7:84 in Scotland; In England, the Cornwall-based Kneehigh Company, for instance; and appropriately in the vanguard are the French troupes Archaos and Cirque du Soliel.

The extensive appendix to this book is worth a random dip in itself, from the author’s ‘notes in the margin’ to the THEATRE OF CRUELTY Company Limited document.

The Theatre and Its Double is published by Oneworld Classics £7.99