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 Joe Eyre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joe Eyre. Show all posts
Tuesday, 22 August 2023
Theatre review: Makeshifts and Realities
The Finborough's latest rediscovery season next takes us back around 110 years, for a triple bill of short, proto-feminist plays that take a steely, pragmatic look at young women of a certain comfortable, upper-middle class, and how their seemingly carefree lives are left up in the air when the money runs out - and they've not been allowed a Plan B. The first two come from writer Gertrude Robins, and run together so smoothly you'd be forgiven for thinking - as some of the audience did at the interval - that they were a single piece. They do tell a single story: In 1908's Makeshifts, sisters Caroline (Philippa Quinn) and Dolly (Poppy Allen-Quarmby) are caring for an invalid mother and have had to take in a lodger to help pay the rent. Both talk a big game of being independent: Teaching assistant Dolly says she doesn't think she'll ever get married, while Caroline is tentatively wondering if the suffragettes might have a point.
Saturday, 16 July 2016
Re-review: French Without Tears
French Without Tears made number 6 in my favourite plays of last year (you can read my original review here,) so it wasn't a hard choice to make another trip to Rattigan's early comedy of young men learning French in hopes of entering "The Diplomatic." Paul Miller's production has returned to the Orange Tree for a month prior to a national tour. Only two of the original cast members have returned - Joe Eyre as the smitten Kit and David Whitworth as the quietly grumpy teacher Monsieur Maingot - and the new actors bring slightly different characterisations to their roles, but the light feel and well-executed comedy are unaffected. Florence Roberts, for example, is a somewhat crueller Diana than Genevieve Gaunt was, taking obvious pleasure in breaking the hearts of the young boys while plotting to find the most suitable husband material among them.
Thursday, 15 October 2015
Theatre review: French Without Tears
The Rattigan revival remains in such full swing it seems insane he vanished from the
stage for so long. And given how well plays like French Without Tears hold
up, it feels downright criminal. The playwright has a knack for understated
heartbreak but while there's glimpses of that here, we're mainly in full-on,
mischievous comic mode. The setting is the rural French home of Professor Maingot
(David Whitworth,) where young Englishmen - usually those hoping to become diplomats
- can spend a few months learning the language from him and his daughter. Kenneth
(Patrick McNamee,) nicknamed Babe as he's the youngest, has brought along his
sister, and she's caused a stir among the other students. As the story begins she's
swearing love to Kit (Joe Eyre,) but when Bill (William Belchambers,) a Navy
Commander joins their class, he catches her eye too.
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