I think last year’s great revival of Amadeus made the prospect of seeing the film version’s star, F Murray Abraham, on stage even more of a draw for me. So it’s a good job his performance in The Mentor lives up to expectations, because little else about Daniel Kehlmann’s play was really memorable enough to stay with me past the Vaudeville’s front doors. Kehlmann is apparently a huge name in Germany right now, and being the first to bring him to the UK are the team of translator Christopher Hampton and director Laurence Boswell, who in recent years also introduced us to Florian Zeller. And there is more of a French than German aesthetic to Polly Sullivan’s design, a country garden inside a white box, with chairs shaped like human hands as a clue that pretension is welcome here – a retreat owned by an arts charity that pairs established names with promising newcomers to develop new work.
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 Daniel Weyman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daniel Weyman. Show all posts
Tuesday, 11 July 2017
Thursday, 2 June 2016
Theatre review: Sideways
When the St James Theatre announced it would be running without an Artistic
Director, I couldn't help but be cynical about the claim that they wanted to work
with lots of different producers for purely creative reasons; in the case of
Sideways, it feels suspiciously like the show was programmed by the
California Tourist Board, whose ads cover every surface of the hotel-like lobby and
various video screens, while brochures get handed out by the ushers after the
performance. Rex Pickett adapts his own novel about CaliforniaCOME TO CALIFORNIAwine
country and David Grindley has staged it with Daniel Weyman as Miles, the failed
writer and relentless wine pseud, who's about to be best man at his friend's
wedding. It may be Jack's (Simon Harrison) stag do, but Miles has actually chosen his own
favourite activity, and is taking Jack on a wine tasting tour.
Wednesday, 20 January 2016
Theatre review: 4000 Days
Peter Quilter's 4000 Days opens with Michael (Alistair McGowan) in a coma,
following a blood clot on the brain. He spends three weeks unconscious, but when he
wakes up he's lost more time than that: The action takes place in the present day
but he thinks it's 2005, having forgotten the last 11 years. The most obvious loss
is his entire relationship with his boyfriend - he only met Paul (Daniel Weyman) ten
years ago, so when Michael wakes up he's a stranger. Following the doctors' advice,
Paul tries to help his partner slowly get to grips with the missing decade, but
Michael's mother Carol (Maggie Ollerenshaw) sees this as an opportunity to wipe the
slate clean and start again: She never liked Paul, whose relationship with her son
was always rocky, and she intends to take full advantage of the fact that he's been
erased from his memory. The two end up in a tug-of-war over Michael's affections and
memories.
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