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 James McArdle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James McArdle. Show all posts
Tuesday, 14 October 2025
Theatre review: Bacchae
Long before he even announced he was leaving the National Theatre I was arguing that RuNo should be succeeded by InRu, so when I actually got what I wanted I wasn't going to let a little thing like Covid keep me from seeing the results: A couple of weeks later than originally planned I'm at the Olivier for Indhu Rubasingham's debut as Artistic Director, and the current front of house exhibition is all about how Ancient Greek theatre has always been a major part of the venue's DNA, not just in the amount of adaptations staged over the years but in the very architecture of the largest auditorium. But Rubasingham has always been more of a specialist in new writing than classics, so if Euripides' Bacchae already seemed a gory start to a new regime, it was always going to come with a twist or two as well.
Friday, 15 October 2021
Theatre review: The Tragedy of Macbeth (Almeida)
Yaël Farber has in the past few years added herself to a fairly exclusive club, considering how undiscerning my theatre bookings can seem: Creatives who are widely lauded but I've never seen the appeal of, to the point that I eventually decided just to skip their future work altogether. This is inevitably a rule I keep finding exceptions for, and in a year that's been short of major event theatre for obvious reasons, her new take on The Tragedy of Macbeth has, thanks to the London stage debut of Saoirse Ronan (I don't watch many films but I'm assured she's a Famous,) become such a hot ticket that the Almeida introduced a Byzantine new booking process especially for it. It also doesn't seem quite as risky a booking as some - one of my problems with Farber is the lack of any discernible sense of humour, and that's not often much of an issue where this play's concerned. James McArdle plays Macbeth, the Scottish warrior lord whose prowess in battle sees him promoted by King Duncan (William Gaunt).
Friday, 12 July 2019
Theatre review: Peter Gynt
The latest main-stage epic at the National is largely selling itself on the way it reunites the creatives from 2016 hit Young Chekhov on the Olivier stage - adaptor David Hare, director Jonathan Kent and star James McArdle. Building the whole show around the latter, Hare has transported Henrik Ibsen's weird social fantasy Peer Gynt to Scotland, although much of the mythology remains jarringly Nordic. Retitled Peter Gynt, it sees McArdle's title character starting out as a lovable fantasist, returning to Scotland from a war in which he's seemingly made a name for himself, except all his exploits start to sound suspiciously familiar to anyone who's seen any movies*. In reality, his biggest claim to fame is fighting mechanic Duncan (o hai, Lorne McFadyen,) but he gets the idea for a bigger stunt when he finds out his ex-girlfriend Ingrid (Caroline Deyga) has got together with Spudface (Martin Quinn) in his absence.
Tuesday, 23 May 2017
Theatre review: Angels in America, a Gay Fantasia on National Themes Part 1: Millennium Approaches
For the second year in a row London's hottest theatre ticket, with reviews to match the level of anticipation, is an epic play in two parts with a supernatural element. But far from the obvious appeal of Harry Potter, this year it's a 25-year-old American play about the AIDS crisis in the 1980s that was the instant sell-out. Tony Kushner's Angels in America comes in at well over seven hours, the first three acts of which are haunted by a sense of dread at something apocalyptic on the way - hence its subtitle, Millennium Approaches. Prior Walter (Andrew Garfield) is a flaboyant gay man who's just found out he's got the virus. His boyfriend of a few years, Louis Ironson (James McArdle,) is still deeply in love with him but very quickly realises a fact he hates himself for: He can't handle staying with Prior to watch him get sick and die.
Saturday, 13 August 2016
Theatre review: Young Chekhov - Ivanov
This may be Young Chekhov but it's already time for a midlife crisis play in
the middle section of Jonathan Kent's productions of David Hare's translations.
Ivanov (Geoffrey Streatfeild) is 35 and depressed, feeling trapped in his
home with consumptive wife Anna Petrovna (a completely different Anna Petrovna but
again played by Nina Sosanya, showing range as she goes from educated woman to
completely dependent on her husband's attention,) and his bombastic uncle Count
Shabyelski (Peter Egan, from the 1980s.) As with the characters in Platonov,
property doesn't always come with the money to maintain it, and Ivanov is hugely in
debt to the two women who between them control the town's finances. Ivanov begins an
affair with Sasha (Olivia Vinall,) daughter of his main creditor.
Labels:
Anton Chekhov,
Beverley Klein,
David Hare,
Debra Gillett,
Des McAleer,
Emma Amos,
Geoffrey Streatfeild,
James McArdle,
Jonathan Kent,
Mark Penfold,
Nina Sosanya,
Olivia Vinall,
Peter Egan
Theatre review: Young Chekhov - Platonov
Another theatrical marathon day as a trio of productions originally seen in
Chichester come to the Olivier. Jonathan Kent directs David Hare translations of
Anton Chekhov's early work, grouped together and played either individually or in one day as Young Chekhov. First up is the playwright's first, unfinished
full-length play Platonov, in which a rural community deal with twin
obsessions of sex and money - too much of one and not enough of the other. Cash is
thin on the ground for the upper-class widow Anna Petrovna (Nina Sosanya,) who's
running her late husband's estate entirely on loans from local loan shark Shcherbuk
(David Verey,) but she's still a young woman and the wealthy Porfiri (Jonathan Coy)
has proposed. But Anna only has eyes for the same man all the other local women do.
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Theatre review: James I - The Key Will Keep The Lock
Laurie Sansom inaugurates his time in charge of the National Theatre of Scotland in epically ambitious fashion, in a co-production with the other National Theatre, Rona Munro's The James Plays. This trilogy of new history plays - a genre that's definitely back in fashion at the moment - looks at the first three King Jameses of Scotland, beginning right in the middle of the period Shakespeare looked at in his own English histories. At the start of James I - The Key Will Keep The Lock, Henry V (Jamie Sives) rules England, but not for much longer: The dysentery that would kill him is taking hold. In an attempt to leave one less source of conflict for his infant son to rule over, Henry frees his prisoner, King James of Scotland, who's been held hostage in England for 18 years. In return for being returned to his throne, James (James McArdle) is expected to pay a hefty ransom, which Henry hopes will leave the country too poor to wander South of the border; but James has other ideas.
Monday, 14 May 2012
Theatre review: Chariots of Fire
PREVIEW DISCLAIMER: I seem to be having a run (ha!) of these at the moment. This one doesn't open to professional critics until next week.
I didn't know what to expect from Chariots of Fire: On the one hand there's an exciting creative team, with Mike Bartlett adapting the film for the stage, Edward Hall directing and Miriam Buether doing one of her complete redesigns of a space, here turning Hampstead Theatre into an in-the-round, miniature athletics stadium. On the other hand, the project itself seems overly safe and cynical: An Olympic story in an Olympic year, with a double helping of nostalgia - for the 1920s when the story is set, and for the much-loved 1981 film. The publicity even reassures us that yes, the show does feature the iconic Vangelis theme music. The whole thing seems such a safe bet that a West End transfer was announced before it had even started previewing. So how will the story of two rival runners on the same team, a Jewish Englishman and a Christian Scotsman, translate to the stage?
I didn't know what to expect from Chariots of Fire: On the one hand there's an exciting creative team, with Mike Bartlett adapting the film for the stage, Edward Hall directing and Miriam Buether doing one of her complete redesigns of a space, here turning Hampstead Theatre into an in-the-round, miniature athletics stadium. On the other hand, the project itself seems overly safe and cynical: An Olympic story in an Olympic year, with a double helping of nostalgia - for the 1920s when the story is set, and for the much-loved 1981 film. The publicity even reassures us that yes, the show does feature the iconic Vangelis theme music. The whole thing seems such a safe bet that a West End transfer was announced before it had even started previewing. So how will the story of two rival runners on the same team, a Jewish Englishman and a Christian Scotsman, translate to the stage?
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