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Waterproof, by Teresa Burns

Saturday, 5 March, 2011

Some gentle wonders, very good stagecraft

Waterproof is a one-woman show played with a lot of charm by Eva Sampson, as a wide-eyed innocent, fascinated by water, devastated by the loss of her job at Luton’s (fictional, we hope) Waterworld, and upset by the loss of a boyfriend she never had. At its best – and its best was really very good indeed – it had an elegant, self-deprecating humour that was reflective, insightful and delivered with a real awareness that entertainment was the goal. The extensive range of props on the stage were brought to play in ways that met the needs of the subject matter head on.

Early on, Laura admits us to her fantasy, a red-headed girl who finds a compelling vision of herself as a princess in a fairytale world under the sea, using a big book and a few cut out figures to make her point, and it all works beautifully.

The magic doesn’t end there; there are many other moments of revelation (about the nature of Laura’s character mostly) and the way she uses props is often reminiscent of a Jacques Tati character. Madeleine Scott Cree should also be given a mention here, because this is a busy show for lights and sound and the chief technician from the Archway Theatre in Horley hit every cue on the night.

Its not all good news though. The storyline is thin throughout (why is she still in the abandoned Waterworld building?) And though Eva Sampson puts a lot of effort into making her character big enough to fill the stage, the idea of a ‘love at first sight’ attraction to one of the visitors to the acquarium in its final days isn’t really enough to sustain more than a pale imitation of a Bridget Jones scenario, even if – in this case – girl doesn’t get boy. Something extra is needed to pull this into a different category if it  really is to be powerfully, or just wittily, different.

There is though, a piece of lovely fantasy once more towards the end of the ninety minutes of so of the performance, and the way that the wheelbarrow becomes, with the aid of a couple of torches and some balloons, a ship of dreams is a simple but wonderfully effective piece of showmanship.

In the end, this production is full of heart and nicely mounted, but charming and engaging are the adjectives most appropriately used about the performance, while the subject matter remains just a little bit tired.

Eva Sampson – Laura

Writer – Teresa Burns; Lighting and sound – Madelaine Scott Cree; Production – How it ended productions

reviewed Friday, 4 March 2011, at the Courtyard Theatre Studio

(c) michael spring 2011

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A Morning with Guy Burgess, by John Morrison

Friday, 14 January, 2011

Before the Oligarchs

At the Courtyard Theatre, London N1, 11th- 30th January 2011

Guy Burgess, when working for MI6

The story of Guy Burgess (and of his fellow spies, Maclean, Philby and Blunt) is an interesting one, (even though it has been told before) and writer ex-Reuters correspondent John Morrison knows his history, but this is ultimately a production which isn’t totally satisfactory, and seems to lack a real focus.

In many ways, this is a shame because there are some good performances (Richard Holt as Philby, for example, brings the right balance of self-awareness and flamboyance, and one also grows to like Gareth Pilkington too, as Burgess himself). But writer (John Morrison) and director (Dmitry Devdariani) don’t seem to know where the focus of the production lies. Is it with Burgess’ relationship with Julia, his substitute housekeeper (played quite touchingly by Margarita Nazarenko) or is it elsewhere, in the history of how Burgess has come to be marooned in Moscow for 12 years? (The play is set in 1963).

Bets are hedged here, (Julia is sometimes confidante, sometimes sounding-board, sometimes just plot-device) and worse is the prop-mania that accompanies the very short flashback scenes. The actors are called upon to change their dress with frightening regularity (often marking their transition to another character). This is probably to try to help the audience, but just ends up being distracting, and means that at one point Philby (I think; it could have been Blunt) appears wearing white socks, which, if these dandies were actually as portrayed, just would not have happened.

Often, plays in small theatres are crying out for more expansive spaces in which to be performed. Here,  in the comparatively lavish space of the Courtyard Theatre, this production might have benefited from a more restricted environment. Actors seemed to appear from everywhere, which was interesting, but sometimes because of it, there were chilly pauses.

Whether you believe that Burgess was a victim of his own need for attention, just too intelligent (and sexually promiscuous) for his own good, or just a man at the wrong time in the wrong place, it was hard to generate any kind of sympathy for him. Any communist of his generation had to deal (somehow) with the fact that Stalin sold out on the idea that communist states were the bastion against Fascism when he signed his pact with Hitler, and not only that, that Russia under his leadership was more disgustingly ruthless even than Hitler’s Germany, and probably responsible for more deaths.

A wistful longing for old haunts in central London can’t really overcome the suspicion that Burgess’s treachery sent many Britons (among others) to their deaths.

Still, there is an interesting and complex story here, but too much cartoon-strip semi-comedy (as in the scene where we are shown the attendees of Burgess’s Saturday morning seminars) and above all, those props and costume changes, do get in the way.

If you are a student of the times, interested in Burgess and his cronies, or the history of ideas, you might well find this a surprising tour d’horizon. It’s a creaky structure though, and you will need powers of endurance to see it through.

Cast: Charles Church – Tom Driberg MP; Anthea Courtenay – Voice of Julia’s mother; Jacob Fortune – Peter, a KGB officer; Richard Holt – Kim Philby; Rich Keeble – Donald Maclean; Margarita Nazarenko – Julia; Gareth Pilkington – Guy Burgess; Jacob Trenerry – Anthony Blunt; Robin West – Goronwy Rees

Writer – John Morrison; Director – Dimitry Devdariani; Asst Director – Rupert Holloway; Costume – Claire Suzanne Thompson; Lighting – Andrew Clunie

(c) Michael Spring 2011

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