Writing down what I think about theatre I've seen in That London, whether I've been asked to or not.
Showing posts with label Clarke Peters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clarke Peters. Show all posts
Thursday, 14 March 2024
Theatre review: King Lear (Almeida)
Given that it doesn't look like Yaël Farber’s going anywhere anytime soon, I feel like Rupert Goold's Almeida has really found the right match for the highly ritualistic South African director, by sticking to those Shakespeare plays where an apparent complete absence of a sense of humour isn't a major obstacle. So after her Macbeth we now get a nearly four-hour long King Lear that despite being a particularly nihilistic take on the play is easily the best work I've ever seen Farber do. Regular readers of this blog may both decide for themselves how much of a compliment that actually is - but I'd say it's also one of the better Lears I've seen in general. We begin at a live TV broadcast by the Royal Family where the succession is to be formally announced. Lear (Danny Sapani) asks his three daughters how much they love him, and the eldest two go along with the ritual, singing his praises.
Labels:
Akiya Henry,
Alec Newman,
Clarke Peters,
Danny Sapani,
Faith Omole,
Fra Fee,
Geoffrey Lumb,
Gloria Obianyo,
Hugo Bolton,
King Lear,
Lee Curran,
Matthew Tennyson,
Merle Hensel,
Michael Gould,
Yaël Farber
Friday, 15 February 2019
Theatre review: The American Clock
London's improptu Arthur Miller festival continues with my second of his more obscure works in a week. The Old Vic will be featuring one of the more famous plays in a couple of months when All My Sons opens, but first The American Clock, which has another close link to The Price in that it's once again a story of the 1929 Wall Street Crash and the resulting Depression. Except this is a much more on-the-nose approach, a sweeping review of the way people were affected throughout America, although it does have a single Jewish family at its heart, played in Rachel Chavkin's production by three sets of actors: We follow Moe Baum, initially played by James Garnon, his wife Rose (Clare Burt) and teenaged son Lee (Fred Haig - you know when you suddenly realise something like "oh he must be David Haig's son seeing as how they have the same last name and THE EXACT SAME FACE" and then feel stupid for not noticing it the first second you saw him? That.)
Labels:
Abdul Salis,
Arthur Miller,
Chloe Lamford,
Clare Burt,
Clarke Peters,
Ewan Wardrop,
Francesca Mills,
Fred Haig,
Golda Rosheuvel,
James Garnon,
Jyuddah Jaymes,
Rachel Chavkin,
Taheen Modak
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Theatre review: Race
At some point David Mamet must have decided that dealing with a single inflammatory topic in 85 minutes wasn't enough for him, hence Race which covers both rape and racial politics in a legal drama that never actually sets foot in a courtroom. Following an ongoing sexual relationship with a much younger black woman, white millionaire Charles Strickland (Charles Daish) has been accused by her of rape. Having left his original lawyer, Strickland turns up at the offices of Jack Lawson (Jasper Britton) asking him to take on his case - the fact that Lawson's business partner Henry Brown (Clarke Peters) is black will, he hopes, stand in his favour with the jury. The lawyers aren't keen to take him on but an error by Lawson's protégée Susan (Nina Toussaint-White, who regenerated into River Song on Doctor Who) sees them legally bound to represent him. The race is now on to second-guess how the case's racial makeup will affect the jury, and find the one piece of evidence so compelling it'll override it.
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