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 Clint Dyer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clint Dyer. Show all posts
Tuesday, 28 January 2025
Stage-to-screen review: Death of England: Closing Time
The show I was due to see tonight got cancelled at the last minute, so I replaced it with another show that I'd missed the first time, and that I'd been keeping in my back pocket for just such an occasion: I had a ticket to Death of England: Closing Time's premiere at the Dorfman in 2023, but my performance got cancelled when Jo Martin fell ill. I wasn't too worried about missing the latest part of Clint Dyer and Roy Williams' increasingly epic project as I knew it would turn up on NTatHome sooner or later, which it now has: It played in rep as part of a trilogy (the made-for-TV Face to Face seems to have been quietly forgotten) that played in rep last year at @sohoplace, the theatre with a name so current it's working on a gag about what "Zig-A-Zig-Ah" means that it'll find a punchline for any day now.
Thursday, 1 December 2022
Theatre review: Othello (National Theatre / Lyttelton)
Othello must be one of the most-frequently performed Shakespeare plays at the National Theatre, and the latest production by Deputy Artistic Director Clint Dyer - the first at the venue by a black director - is in part inspired by how long the version with Laurence Olivier in blackface continued to hold pride of place in the archive. That's one of the photos that adorn the back wall of the stage as the audience enters the Lyttelton, among an ever-changing projection display of past production posters that suggests the different approaches to the play taken over the years. As the display ticks past the years since it was written, we get the idea that we've reached a very 2022 reading, which strips the play back to show its racial conflicts as the primary motivator. Here, only Giles Terrera's General Othello isn't white; almost everyone in the rest of the cast doubles as a member of a sinister, black-shirted chorus Dyer has christened the System.
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Benjamin Grant,
Chloe Lamford,
Clint Dyer,
Giles Terera,
Jack Bardoe,
Michael Vale,
Othello,
Paul Hilton,
Pete Malkin,
Rory Fleck-Byrne,
Rosy McEwen,
Sola Akingbola,
Tanya Franks,
William Shakespeare
Monday, 27 December 2021
Stage-to-screen review: Death of England -
Face to Face
You could certainly call what the National Theatre's been on with Death of England a rollercoaster ride, as there have been sharp ups and downs ever since Clint Dyer and Roy Williams premiered what was then a standalone monologue: Michael's side of the story, about a man both mourning his father and confronting his racist legacy, was one of the venue's hits of the year. The fact that the year in question was 2020 is a clue to where the downs came from: The same team came up with Delroy, a sequel from the point of view of Michael's black best friend, which culminated in him having a baby with Michael's sister Carly - while also crtically well-received, this installment suffered first from appendicitis taking out its star, and then from a story set during the first Covid lockdown being cut short by the second. Having managed to catch Delroy on stage I guessed that Dyer and Williams might now have an eye to a trilogy, with Carly perhaps the final piece of the puzzle: I was half right.
Wednesday, 4 November 2020
Theatre review: Death of England - Delroy
Back what was either five minutes or about twelve years ago depending on how time is passing, Clint Dyer and Roy Williams' Death of England was a hit in the National's Dorfman; a major part of the conflicted, grieving Michael's monologue revolved around his black best friend Delroy, and the way his father treated him. Like everyone else in that story, Delroy got an unfiltered taste of how Michael felt about him in an eventful, coke-fuelled eulogy, but he also ended up hooking up with his lifelong crush, Michael's sister Carly. Although the original monologue was powerful and self-contained, it did also effectively set up its unseen supporting cast of characters enough that Rufus Norris commissioned a companion piece soon after it opened. The resulting sequel/spin-off Death of England - Delroy hasn't had the best of luck - original star Giles Terera got appendicitis but his hand-picked understudy Michael Balogun has ably taken over; only for the NT's post-lockdown return to fall victim to Lockdown 2: Here We Go Again, meaning tonight's official opening is also its closing night (it was filmed so people who'd booked for a cancelled performance can be offered a digital alternative.)
Monday, 17 February 2020
Theatre review: Death of England
The National Theatre's website notes that Death of England opening at the Dorfman makes its co-writer and director Clint Dyer the first black British artist to have worked on its stages as actor, writer and director. It's worthy of mention but more significant, it seems to me, although probably harder to quantify in terms of firsts, is that Dyer and Roy Williams are two black British writers telling a story specifically about white Englishness in such a high-profile venue. In a frenzied tragicomic monologue Rafe Spall plays Michael, an Essex flower-seller whose father dies on his shoulder in the pub, keeling over suddenly when England get knocked out of the 2018 World Cup by Croatia. Fuelled by grief, alcohol and cocaine he tries to reconcile his feelings of loss with his deep-held disgust at his father's racism and increasing flirtation with the far right.
Monday, 20 March 2017
Theatre review: The Kid Stays in the Picture
Telling a true story that features more than a couple of troubled movie productions,
The Kid Stays in the Picture has had some teething problems of its own. Simon
McBurney and James Yeatman's adaptation of Hollywood producer Robert Evans' memoirs
had to cancel its first few previews and postpone press night to tonight. Whether
this was down to technical glitches in the multimedia - of which there were still a
few in evidence - or the format of the show not coming together I don't know, and to
be honest would believe either. Evans started his cinematic career as an actor, one
given a chance by a couple of powerful producers who went against the advice of
actors and directors to cast him in major roles (the title is a quote from Darryl F.
Zanuck putting his foot down.) As it turns out the directors were right, the
producers were wrong, and Evans was a critical flop in both his big movies.
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
Theatre review: Ma Rainey's Black Bottom
Dominic Cooke directs the 1920s installment of August Wilson's Pittsburgh Cycle -
actually the only one of the plays not to be set in Pittsburgh, taking place
entirely inside a Chicago recording studio - Ma Rainey's Black Bottom. In
this decade of Wilson's look at the black experience in 20th century America, the
experience is still one of being second-class citizens, but real-life blues singer Ma Rainey (Sharon D Clarke) isn't going to let that stop her doing exactly what she
wants: As the highest-earning artist on Sturdyvant's (Stuart McQuarrie) record
label, she can get away with diva behaviour like flaunting her young girlfriend
Dussie Mae (Tamara Lawrance,) refusing to sing until she's had her three bottles of
Coke brought to her, and demanding the spoken-word intro to the titular song be
performed by her nephew Sylvester (Tunji Lucas) - despite his stutter.
Friday, 27 March 2015
Theatre review: The Royale
Inspired by the real story of Jack Johnson, Marco Ramirez' The Royale is a fictionalised version of the early days of black boxers entering the mainstream in a still-segregated America. It's 1905, and Jay "The Sport" Jackson (Nicholas Pinnock) has been rising through the ranks to become Negro Heavyweight Champion and is hugely popular, selling out larger and larger venues. The real goal, though, is to be Champion, not of the Black World or the White World, but of the World; and for that he needs the white, reigning heavyweight champion to come out of retirement. It's a challenge nobody expects him to accept but Jay's promoter Max (Ewan Stewart) manages to arrange the match. So we follow Jay as he trains for his historic fight, but to let him concentrate Max and his trainer Wynton (Clint Dyer) are shielding him from some of the consequences his challenge is having in the world outside the ring.
Friday, 11 July 2014
Theatre review: Perseverance Drive
Without the hype that accompanies some multitasking actors, Robin Soans has had a second career as a playwright for some years, and does so with a light touch that shows in his latest play. Perseverance Drive is an address in Barbados where the Gillard family still keep a holiday home, although Leytonstone has been their real home since the '50s. It was back in Barbados where Grace Gillard died, and where her husband Eli (Leo Wringer) is arranging her funeral. Eldest son Nathan (Derek Ezenagu) is a minister, but middle son Zek (Kolade Agboke) was thrown out of the church for marrying divorcée Joylene (Akiya Henry.) But he's popular compared to Josh (Clint Dyer,) who was kicked out of the house as well as the church when Eli discovered he was gay. Although not invited, Josh has come along to pay his respects; and while he's the target of the family's open hostility, the real battle is between the other two brothers and their claims to holiness.
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