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Popping into the European galleries in the British Museum

by Natalie Bennett

One of the great delights of living in London is that you can pop into the British Museum for an hour or so, make a couple of delightful little discoveries, then leave, without feeling that you have to consume the treasures in bulk.

A subject that caught my attention today was Anglo-Saxon literacy, not a phrase that readily trips of the tongue. You might think of them as warriors, as farmers, as invaders, but not usually as writers. But I learnt that their runic script was called futhorc, and related to that of the Vikings. (Wikipedia says only 200 objects with it on have survived, so maybe my ignorance of the subject is not so surprising)

It is angular, being designed originally for incising on to hard surfaces such as bone, stone or wood, and most of these survivals consist of single words, like the name of the maker or owner, or short magical incantations.

As Christianity helped spread literacy, however, it was also used on manuscripts.

But the more flexible Latin script eventually supplanted it, and litreacy spread among the aristocracy and clergy. (Interestingly on display was a wooden writing tablet that would have been filled with wax, just like the many found at Vindolanda.)

One of the touching items on display is this part of a cross, in Old English written in Roman letters, from Yorkshire, reading “a monument in memory of his child, pray for his soul”.

There’s also a seax (knife) inscribed with the owner’s name – and I learnt that had I come from Essex I would have known this already, since its flag bears three of them.

The other item that caught my eye was this statue of sculptor Anne Damer.

Not because it is a particularly fine statue, not because the turning a female artist into a Madonna-like figure, whose works are her children, is reasonable, but because it is nice to see a woman from history highlighted.

Theatre Review: My Romantic History at the Bush Theatre

by Sarah Cope

Plays which have transferred from the Edinburgh festival to a London venue often flounder when they come to the capital. Perhaps it’s because festival goers have lower standards, and an easy-to-watch, moderately funny play will receive accolades when playing alongside a lot of very amateur plays. My Romantic History falls firmly into this category of plays that once out of Edinburgh, seem decidedly lacklustre.

The play is based on the rather shaky premise that “if you haven’t met someone by the time you graduate you’re going to marry some cunt from your work”, in the words of the character of Thomas. (Interestingly, this quotation is used on the Bush Theatre’s website, though the word “cunt” is replaced with “idiot”).

Thomas sleeps with colleague Amy, after a Friday after-work drinks sessions. Thus commences an extremely gender-stereotyped “romance”, where Thomas tries to wriggle out of the “relationship” and Amy clings on like a limpet. Thomas’ inner thoughts are known the audience because he narrates them to us; Amy’s motivations are a mystery, albeit a not very interesting one.

In the second part, Amy gets to narrate, and for a moment I thought the play was about to find its feet. No such luck. We find out about the characters’ past relationships, but the facts just aren’t all that absorbing, nor are the characters remotely likeable.

There are some semi-good jokes and some memorable lines, but a bit more than a drop of wit was needed to breathe life into these predictable characters. Office paraphernalia such as a projector and a whiteboard were used to help tell the story, which was not exactly the most ground-breaking or imaginative of devices.

The audience members on either side of me fell asleep, which I think says all you need to know about this rather disappointing play.

Bush Theatre: booking until November 20

Comedy Review: Isy Suttie, Love Lost in the British Retail Industry at Jackson’s Lane, Highgate

by Sarah Cope

Isy Suttie is best known as Dobby from the Channel 4 Mitchell and Webb sitcom Peep Show. Her performance in that well-regarded comedy has always been a highlight for me, and her one-woman show didn’t disappoint. Playing four characters (“basically because there are four accents I can do”) she tells (and sings) the story of Lisa from Matlock (where Suttie is originally from) and works in Somerfield.

The little, mundane details of life and love are where Suttie finds much of her humour, and also in absurd moments, such as when Lisa meets Carl, a shelf-stacker, who is so weak from his vegan diet he cannot lift a magazine. Suttie voicing Carl’s gruff accent was one of the highlights of the show – think Jonny Vegas. “I don’t like making decisions,” she/he sings, “and there’s a lot less to choose from with vegan provisions.”

The third character is Valerie Mackerie, “the only actress in the country to have only played fairy godmothers.” This was perhaps the least successful of the four characters, the final one being Mary Westenberger, a singer from the US, which allows Suttie to do in an incredible – and hilarious – Alanis Morissette impression, illustrating the strength and versatility of her voice. Indeed, Suttie’s seamless incorporation of songs into her routine – always a risky strategy for a comedian – brought to mind Victoria Wood, but with a guitar rather than a piano. And that’s quite an accolade.

Suttie rounded off the evening with a song about the modern dating game, and she was perhaps at her strongest at this point. “There’s a million heartbreaks in a lowercase kiss”, she sings. With a lament about the problems of people getting to know each other online rather than in real life (“I know the shade of your knickers before the colour of your eyes”), Suttie concludes what has been on original and funny evening.

I should point out that the evening did not start well: Suttie’s warm-up act, Elis James, who took up the whole of the first half of the night, was beyond unfunny. One always knows that when a so- called ‘comedian’ has to resort to insulting the audience for 80% of their time on stage (one man apparently merited the comment “that dick doesn’t know what the fuck’s going on”), you know that they’re in the wrong game. Unlike Suttie, who shone. Go see her, but skip the first half.

Touring details.

Theatre Review: The Two-Character Play at the Jermyn Street Theatre

by Sarah Cope

Tennessee Williams spent more than ten years working and re-working The Two-Character Play, and he described it as his “most beautiful play since ‘Streetcar’”. Despite this, however, it is one of his less well-known plays and has rarely been performed.

The two characters in question are Clare (Catherine Cusack) and Felice (Paul McEwan), sibling actors who have been abandoned by their company and are staging a play for an audience who may or may not be there. Trapped in a theatre with an incomplete set, they embark on performing a play which is either based on or has strong similarities to their own traumatic lives. Acting seems to provide both an escape from reality but also a chance to confront emotionally difficult issues.

Clare first appears on stage bedecked in a tiara, which of course brings to mind Williams’ most memorable heroine, Blanche du Bois, brought to life so unforgettably by Vivien Leigh in the 1951 film of A Streetcar Named Desire. Clare is in many ways an archetypal Williams heroine: neurotic but witty, needy but resilient.

The power-struggle between the siblings at first manifests itself in their struggle over the content of the play they will perform. Whilst Felice ordinarily has control over this, Clare insists that “it’s going to be total collaboration on this occasion”.

All the classic Tennessee Williams themes are here: troubled families, loss, pain, fear, mental illness, and a traumatic past event that the characters skirt around but never quite address.

It doesn’t sound like the lightest of evenings, and perhaps it isn’t, but the unexpected wit, the superb performances (that of Catherine Cusack is particularly of note) and the rare chance to see a forgotten Williams play mean it is to be recommended.

The Two-Character Play is at the Jermyn Street Theatre until 20th November.

Theatre Review: The Insect Circus at Jackson’s Lane Theatre

by Sarah Cope

Many shows market themselves as suitable for all ages, and The Insect Circus is no different, proclaiming in its promotional literature that it’s suitable for ages 0 -100. I took my three-year-old daughter along to see whether this was the case.

Trapeze acts – injected with burlesque humour (think cheesecake facial expressions) and remote control ladybirds both featured, as did cross-dressing (always massively confusing for small children!) and a bed of nails.

Some of the acrobatic feats were spectacularly impressive (who’d have thought it was possible to twirl 20 hula hoops at once?), and the one-liners from the compere, geared more to the adults in the audience than the children, meant the show hung together despite the disparate acts.

At one point the front row were covered in plastic sheeting by ‘nurse nursey’, which brought much suspense to proceedings. It turned out that her well-trained dust mites were having an off-day, and soon baby powder and tea were being spurted everywhere. If it sounds bizarre it’s because it was. I was reminded of the occasion when I was hit in the glasses by a Baby Belle cheese at a burlesque night – but that’s another story.

So was this rather odd and undeniably entertaining ‘circus’ suitable for all ages? Well, when three actors came out dressed as flies (we were told they were craving “love and infection”), and darted amongst the audience, some of the youngest children wailed in terror.

Perhaps if they raised the age rating to three years-plus they would be nearer the mark. But that’s a minor complaint about what is a spectacular and unique show.

The Insect Circus has finished touring for this year but will commence again in 2011. More details.

Theatre Review: The Missionary’s Position by Bernadette Russell

by Sarah Cope

A tap-dancing rector with a tooth fetish and an obsession with prostitutes is perhaps an odd choice of subject matter for a sing-a-long play, but that’ s what the award-winning company Penny Dreadful are currently touring with. The play’ s title alone is enough to make one groan, and the production itself is full of jokes and puns which provoke a similar reaction.

The play is based on the true story of the Rector of Stiffkey, a man who trawled the streets of Soho for prostitutes who he could ‘ help’ . The assistance offered to them by ‘ the prostitutes’ padre’ , however, did not come without certain conditions. This resulted in him being accused of rape and ex-communicated, ending his life working in a freak show, and eventually being mauled to death by a lion. “ We’ ve added nothing,” we were told “apart from the three-part harmonies.”

In the grand tradition of Victorian vaudeville, the play sent up the upper class, though no one escaped ridicule – the depiction of a mean-spirited landlady was particularly funny, taking many a cue, I thought, from Julie Walters’ ‘ Mrs Overall’ in Victoria Woods’ Acorn Antiques. It also dealt with issues such as rape and syphilis with
many a one-liner and intentionally inappropriate ditty.

The play was full of physical comedy, which, much of the time, worked better than the verbal gags. The five-part cast (some of whom took on several roles) were incredibly lithe and acrobatic. Indeed, the bodies of the women cast members were more like those of dancers than actors, which is little surprise given that this is such a
physical, energetic show, lasting just short of two hours with no interval.

“The English are sick,” commented by Canadian companion when the play ended, songs about limbs falling off and blow jobs not being quite her thing. The point, though, of vaudeville is not only to amuse, but also to shock. It’ s a genre that disappeared for some time, but there’ s no doubt, with companies such as Penny Dreadful, it is alive again. Not always comfortable viewing, but that is kind of the point.

Seen at Jackson’ s Lane Theatre, Highgate – touring in Norwich, Chelmsford, Trowbridge: details.

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