Skip to main content

Edinburgh Festival Fringe 2012 - Theatre Reviews 5


Mies Julie – Assembly Hall – 5 stars

Woza Albert! - Assembly Hall – 4 stars

The People Show 121 – The Detective Show – Assembly George Square – 4 stars

Assembly Theatre's South African season is an intoxicating mix of old and new theatre from the frontline of the country's creative ferment. Baxter Theatre and South African State Theatre have joined forces to present Mies Julie, which places Strindberg's psycho-sexual pot-boiler in their post apartheid homeland. The result in Canadian playwright Yael Farber's own production of her version, set in a farm in the remote Eastern Cape Karoo, is a devastating reinvention that throws racial taboos into the mix of cross-class shenanigans and self-destructive power games between genders that already fester.

Here Julie is a white young woman, a troubled wild child who's just been dumped by her fiance and is drunk after gate-crashing the black servants' party. The object of her affections, John, is a black servant who cleans her father's boots before the simmering sexual tension that has grown between Julie and him spills over, as the electronic pulse which has throbbed throughout the play rises and falls with increasing intensity. All the while John's mother does her chores as ancient ghosts manifest themselves anew.

Put simply, Farber has concocted an electric piece of theatre, the sensual heat of which more resembling something by Tennessee Williams than Strindberg. Hila Cronje's Julie is an emotional mess even before she eggs Bongile Mantsai's John into brutal, animalistic sex which provides both a form of rebellion and a father figure. When the pair come together, it's as if the shackles of centuries of repression have been smashed. Yet, even when John stands defiant with rifle and blood-dripping sickle after Julie takes self-harm to symbolic extremes,, it's still John's mother that washes away the mess. Until August 27th

Also in the South African Season is the Market Theatre of Johannesburg's revival of Woza Albert!, Percy Mtwa, Mbongeni Ngema and Barney Simon's devised apartheid era satire that brought black South African theatre to the world in the early 1980s. More than thirty years on, the trio's yarn about what happens when a reborn Christ turns up in the townships remains a vibrant document of its time that channels a panoply of South African street-life onto the stage in a raw and urgent fashion.

Now, as with the original production, two actors play a roll-call of prisoners, shop-keepers and presidents. Mincedisi Baldwin Shabangu and Peter Mashigo switch between these with little more than a couple of pairs of glasses and the odd robe pulled from a hung floor-board that acts as a coat-rail. Prince Ramla's production sticks too to the poor theatre techniques of old, which both men seize with physical abandon. While things are far from perfect in the new South Africa, Woza Albert! Is a timely reminder of how art and politics can combine in a fearless and joyful romp that's a turbo-charged delight. Until August 27th .

The People Show were similarly pioneering when the company now regarded as the UK's first ever experimental theatre troupe first appeared way back in 1966. The People Show 121 – The Detective Show continues the company's particularly English strain of surrealism in a self-referential investigation that throws Agatha Christie, Hedy Lamarr, Bob Dylan and Adolf Hitler's sperm into a big daft post-modern whodunnit designed for ageing hippies everywhere.

Gareth Brierley, Fiona Creese and Mark Long play-act a series of Life on Mars style coppers circa 1976, a somewhat effete Christie expert and a feckless wannabe actor called Gareth, played by his real-life namesake. There's true-love and antagonism in equal measure in a riot of free-associative pop cultural silliness on show here. This set the template for Edinburgh, and, just as The People Show got their first, they'll probably be the last men and women standing.

The real mystery of The Detective Show, of course, is what became of the mysterious Sadie Cook, the seemingly absent cast member advertised on the show's flyer, and where are the bodies buried? Of course, this may be a theatrical red herring. Either way, it's a clue worth solving. Until August 27th.

The Herald, August 10th 2012

ends




Comments

Anonymous said…
Yael Farber is not Canadian, she's South African, but lives in Canada.
http://www.farberfoundry.com/farber.html

Chees

Popular posts from this blog

Losing Touch With My Mind - Psychedelia in Britain 1986-1990

DISC 1 1. THE STONE ROSES   -  Don’t Stop 2. SPACEMEN 3   -  Losing Touch With My Mind (Demo) 3. THE MODERN ART   -  Mind Train 4. 14 ICED BEARS   -  Mother Sleep 5. RED CHAIR FADEAWAY  -  Myra 6. BIFF BANG POW!   -  Five Minutes In The Life Of Greenwood Goulding 7. THE STAIRS  -  I Remember A Day 8. THE PRISONERS  -  In From The Cold 9. THE TELESCOPES   -  Everso 10. THE SEERS   -  Psych Out 11. MAGIC MUSHROOM BAND  -  You Can Be My L-S-D 12. THE HONEY SMUGGLERS  - Smokey Ice-Cream 13. THE MOONFLOWERS  -  We Dig Your Earth 14. THE SUGAR BATTLE   -  Colliding Minds 15. GOL GAPPAS   -  Albert Parker 16. PAUL ROLAND  -  In The Opium Den 17. THE THANES  -  Days Go Slowly By 18. THEE HYPNOTICS   -  Justice In Freedom (12" Version) ...

Edinburgh Rocks – The Capital's Music Scene in the 1950s and Early 1960s

Edinburgh has always been a vintage city. Yet, for youngsters growing up in the shadow of World War Two as well as a pervading air of tight-lipped Calvinism, they were dreich times indeed. The founding of the Edinburgh International Festival in 1947 and the subsequent Fringe it spawned may have livened up the city for a couple of weeks in August as long as you were fans of theatre, opera and classical music, but the pubs still shut early, and on Sundays weren't open at all. But Edinburgh too has always had a flipside beyond such official channels, and, in a twitch-hipped expression of the sort of cultural duality Robert Louis Stevenson recognised in his novel, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, a vibrant dance-hall scene grew up across the city. Audiences flocked to emporiums such as the Cavendish in Tollcross, the Eldorado in Leith, The Plaza in Morningside and, most glamorous of all due to its revolving stage, the Palais in Fountainbridge. Here the likes of Joe Loss and Ted Heath broug...

Carla Lane – The Liver Birds, Mersey Beat and Counter Cultural Performance Poetry

Last week's sad passing of TV sit-com writer Carla Lane aged 87 marks another nail in the coffin of what many regard as a golden era of TV comedy. It was an era rooted in overly-bright living room sets where everyday plays for today were acted out in front of a live audience in a way that happens differently today. If Lane had been starting out now, chances are that the middlebrow melancholy of Butterflies, in which over four series between 1978 and 1983, Wendy Craig's suburban housewife Ria flirted with the idea of committing adultery with successful businessman Leonard, would have been filmed without a laughter track and billed as a dramady. Lane's finest half-hour highlighted a confused, quietly desperate and utterly British response to the new freedoms afforded women over the previous decade as they trickled down the class system in the most genteel of ways. This may have been drawn from Lane's own not-quite free-spirited quest for adventure as she moved through h...