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Hope springs eternal for cockney commies


CHICKEN SOUP WITH BARLEY
Tricycle - by Illtyd Harrington

THIS is the first play of Arnold Wesker’s biographical trilogy and is set between 1936 and 1956, when his family lived in a basement in Stepney.
It starts on October 4th 1936, the day the people of the East End stopped Mosley at the Battle of Cable Street.
The basement is a dressing station, command post and peaceful bastion of the Communist Party away from the noisy fray. Exhilarated, they feel that they have taken a step towards revolution.
Father Harry (Simon Schatzberger) is a reluctant class warrior, a feckless man who steals scarce cash from Sarah’s handbag. His sister Cissie (Caroline Lennon) is a garment workers union official. They never abandoned their political base until the Khrushchev revelations about Stalin and the Russian suppression of Hungary in 1956. Now Harry is an incontinent stroke victim and his son has gone off to Paris to cook. Aida does not believe that her god has failed and Sarah is unbreakable: “I didn’t know what happened in Russia. So what if they made the ideology fail? Does that mean the ideology is wrong?” She is no quitter. In one great line she shouts out her belief: “If you don’t care, you die.”
Chicken Soup is not a period piece, but a clear story of the political and social evolution within a non-typical but certainly identifiable family. Giles Croft and Dawn Alsop directed and designed. The other younger actors are very much like the people I knew during this period.
Now I have to declare an interest. For a week or so in 1950, I shared the Wesker family’s hospitality and one Sarah endorsement; a rare accolade. So I can truthfully say the production is real and touching. These people held on to a belief that promised a better time. Now the left has no certainties and fewer beliefs and only a handful that have fire in their bellies.

Until November 22
020 7328 1000


Spirited players stop show from dragging

TORCH SONG TRILOGY
Pentameters - by Ronan Murphy

AN adaptation of Hollywood actor and writer Harvey Fierstein’s 1988 film, Torch Song Trilogy is an exploration of love, loss and homosexuality transposed from its original setting of New York to contemporary Camden Town.
The play follows the life of Arnold Berkoff, a drag queen who has a habit of getting involved with the wrong sort of men.
This trend continues when he becomes involved with Ed, a man who then starts seeing a woman.
A collection of confusion and power plays ensue between the three, eventually becoming four when Arnold finds the new love of his life, Alan.
The play often feels disjointed and lacking in any discernable rhythm, with the third act, in particular, appearing separate from what has gone before, and compounding the problem by descending into repetitiveness.
A confrontation between Arnold and his mother highlights an unfortunate problem in that many of the situations in the play appear highly clichéd in 2005.
We have Arnold’s mother telling of her and her deceased husband’s despair at giving birth to a ‘fairy’, while the entire character of Ed is a deeply unlikeable caricature of a self-loathing closet homosexual.
In fact, other than Arnold himself, played with a nice line in sardonic bitchiness and charm by Stuart Evans, most of the characters are highly irritating bores who delight in droning on about themselves. A fundamental failure of the piece is the manner in which the characters approach emotionally devastating events in a manner which is almost blasé. If they don’t seem to care about what happens, why should the audience?
It is a play which struggles to evoke the intensity of emotion that it seemingly aims for.
The raw but spirited cast are not helped by a script which opts for over-verbose self analytic dialogue as a substitute for depth.

Until November 6
020 7435 3648


Shakespearean pastiche transferred well to stage

WYRD SISTERS
The Gatehouse - by Jennie Gruner

HISTORY is rewritten in Wyrd Sisters, adapted from Terry Pratchett’s novel.
The play, a comic take on Shakespeare, involves a whirlwind of witches on broomsticks, a cowardly duke, evil queen, a ghost that can’t remember his lines and some wandering thespians.
The cowardly duke is convinced by his wife to kill the king, yet his nervous guilt gives him away. “I cannot get my hands clean of this blood,” he says frantically (sound familiar?).
The Shakespearean references are abundant, and the juxtaposing of this with modern language means the comedy comes thick and fast. Meanwhile, the Wyrd Sisters (three witches played by Niamh Dyar, Amanda Reed and Emma Keele) try to stop the duke and queen from taking the throne.
While the witches go about restoring order to the kingdom, (with Nanny Ogg having a few too many drinks along the way), there’s even a love story. This Threadbare Theatre Company production seems to have it all, and for fans of Pratchett and his fantasy land of Discworld, it’s well worth a watch.
Stephen Briggs has made a good attempt at adapting Pratchett’s work for the stage, using all the visual possibilities for exploiting the story’s humour. The actors certainly did the characters justice, yet at times there was a little too much expectation – in the form of pausing to wait for a laugh. However, the cast was charming and well meaning.
The second half seemed to flow much better than the first. The storyline unfolded and the character of Tomjohn, a foundling whom the witches want to install as rightful king, played by Scott Joseph, really came into his own.
It is well directed by Lucy Linger. Although the plot seemed thin, relying a little too much on light humour, if you want lots of harmless fun, this is the play for you.

Until October 22
020 8340 3488


Wit could be developed

SPIVS
Kings Head - by Laura Moss

IF you have a spare hour to kill at lunch time this week, you can watch two Del Boy-types reflecting on the end of their road as a double-act.
The King’s Head continues its series of afternoon performances with Tony Phillips’ one-act comedy Spivs staring Tony himself and Peter Dean, perhaps best known as Peter Beale in Eastenders. It’s the early 1950s and Syd and Ron are feeling redundant.
Drinking half pints of Guinness at Fred’s café, Syd admits he wants to retire to the south coast.
In a bid to out-do his long-time business partner, Ron threatens to move to Australia before Syd promptly exposes this plan as highly fantastical. The pair then rock back and forth between nostalgia and trepidation of their future.
The sometimes subtle references to the era in which the play is set might be lost on a younger audience. Spivs seems like a taster of a promising but incomplete play that might enjoy greater success once fully developed.

Until October 23
020 7226 1916


Boys seem to have comfortable life

BOYS' LIFE
Etcetera - by Rebecca Omonira-Oyekanmi

JACK, Phil and Don have been ‘friends’ since they were very young. Boys’ Life explores the hurdles drunkenly stumbled upon by the three men, from the “generation that had it all and didn’t know what to do with it”. Pulitzer Prize nominated Boys’ Life reiterates the stereotypes of being a man.
Howard Korder’s self-consciously post-modern play resonates with Shakespeare’s teasing profundity. The trio have problems with women but appear to have little in common.
Jack, happy in his role as a house husband, uses his time in the park with his son to ‘pick up’ a female jogger.
Despite their obvious idiocy, the men are endearing and amusing to watch, due to strong performances. particularly from George Leggat (Jack), Sharlit Deyzac (Lisa) and James Witt (Phil).
Although the illustration of the pain at losing friends and struggling with manhood is at times moving; the play inadvertently conveys the fact that rather than being problematic, perhaps a boy’s life is a little too easy.

Until November 6
020 7482 4857




Give power to the people


POST-war, early 1950s Britain was still experiencing food rationing and was a disillusioning place for English gourmands. The war had destroyed the restaurant trade and, with few exceptions, post-war eateries made the worst of a bad situation.
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