Wednesday 9 October 2019

"Solaris", Royal Lyceum Theatre, Edinburgh, 25/9/19

I've been trying to fathom my feelings for this production ever since I saw. This is not necessarily a good thing.
What I have realised is that I have to separate my adoration for Stanislaw Lem's book and look at David Greig's adaptation on its own merits as a play.


Greig's writing is adept at focusing themes and motives though it's apparent that he became enamoured of his own take on Lem's ideas, transforming them into more palatable - though inherently mundane -tropes which have been used over and again in science fiction. Greig crams a number of conceits in that aren't always consistent and bloat the play with concepts: some are subtle and some are hammered home (iterations of "that's what it is to be human" are oft repeated by the cast).
It's also apparent that despite claiming to be based on the novel Greig takes several cues, plot points and ideas from previous incarnations of "Solaris" and even borrows concepts form other sci-fi (such as the conclusion of Michael Crichton's 'Sphere'). It is also clear that Greig used the poor Polish-French-English translation which itself loses much of the nuance and detail that the more recent, Lem-estate authorised translation attempts to restore. The names alone are an indicator: Snaut becomes Snow, Harey becomes Rheya then Ray in this play. 
Greig's best work is where he does a brilliant job of condensing some of the longer exposition into short, credible dialogue and one wishes he had done more of this throughout with the original plot elements. Unfortunately Greig also creates an internal logic which lacks consistency at times and is ignored to promote Greig's concepts.

Direction by Matthew Lutton is clean and clear though the conceptual design by Hyemi Shin can seem a little obvious - it's more Star Trek perfection than Lem's used reality (which Star Wars went on to utilise). It's also unfortunate that both director and writer have chosen not to show the planet at all (discounting the CG 'water' that is sometimes projected during scene-changes) though Greig does, at least, mentions the planetary formations (if not their names) echoing the treatment of the planet itself much like the previous cinematic takes.
Act One becomes a little wearisome, for some reason, three-quarters of the way through but does pick up before the act's end whilst Act 2 meanders further away from Lem, becoming bogged down with Greig's ideas on water and the nature of humanity. 
The performances are, given the material, solid and true. The choice to flip some of the characters' genders is not an issue except that Kelvin (now a woman - portrayed here by Polly Frame) becomes more emotional than originally written, which has the effect of seeming to revert to a gender-stereotype which is unfortunate. Another gender-flipped role, Ray (Keegan Joyce) is rewritten to be a stand out performance and is executed as such though the balance between the two lovers has shifted to no positive effect. 

As an adaptation of the novel it's no more faithful than the big-screen versions and bizarrely, though it is inevitably difficult to avoid the Kelvin/Harey relationship, the relationship is staged more intensely (and sexually) thus falling into the same obvious plot lines. In ignoring some of the history of Solaris (which the 1972 film addresses), as well as the plasmic ocean itself, the play inevitably loses the pervading air of cosmic mystery that pervades the novel.
Perhaps the biggest sin - as an adaptation - is the efforts Greig makes to make the alien elements a little more malleable to human experience which goes against Lem's initial concept in the novel.

All told, Solaris - as adapted by David Grieg - is a perfectly fine theatrical production which makes an effort to bring science fiction into mainstream theatre though it fails to be any more faithful to the source material than any other previous adaptation.




Thursday 26 September 2019

"The Exorcist", Glasgow Theatre Royal, 17/9/19

It's been a while but here's another review written for Backstage Pass:




When young Regan (Susannah Edgley) becomes host to a diabolical entity her desperate mother, Chris (Sophie Ward), is ultimately forced to seek out the aid of two Jesuit priests, Father Merrin (Paul Nicholas) and Father Karras (Ben Caplan) - the latter carrying his own troubles. Thus begins the gruelling confrontation between the soldiers of God and the emissary of Evil as the battle for Regan's soul commences.

William Peter Blatty's 1971 novel of demonic possession, The Exorcist, became a seminal movie in 1973 - with an Oscar-winning screenplay by the author himself - and now, following a West End run last year, the theatrical adaptation by John Pielmeier is trekking across the UK under the auspices of Bill Kenwright's 'Classic Screen to Stage Theatre Company'.

Pielmeier's script hits most of the iconic moments from the book (and film) but it is a trifle disappointing that the relationship between the demon and Merrin is given short thrift which, sadly, lends their final confrontation little of the weight it deserves. The play's ultimate conclusion also deserves more impact but this may be a staging issue for the director to address. That director is Sean Mathias who has Ian McKellen providing the voice of the demon; a device that proves their long association still pays great theatrical dividends but which also serves as a dramatic standard that the other performers have to meet. For the most part meet it they do and the conviction in their acting is solid and assured - negating the moments that are, perhaps inevitably, met with some laughter. There are moments where the pacing could be refined but Mathias, wisely, directs the piece with an air of simplicity that allows the atmosphere and tension to build palpably based on the performance of his cast who are aided in proceedings by the atmospheric design of Anna Fleischle, the eerie lighting of Philip Gladwell, the projections of Jon Driscoll and Gemma Carrington, the tremendous sound design by Adam Cork and the illusions of Ben Hart, all of which coalesce into a satisfying fun house of thrills that keeps the audience attentive and poised; waiting for the next inevitable scare.

As Father Merrin Paul Nicholas adds a gravitas to proceedings that appropriately shifts the tone of the play towards its climax when his titular presence is finally revealed whilst Tristram Wymark, as Burke, amiably leads a solid company that supports and contrasts against the sterner and darker performances of Sophie Ward and Ben Caplan who have the majority of the heavier moments, most of which are delivered with excellence. Susannah Edgley's performance as Regan is another positive of the production, and her physical unification with the voice of McKellen is both outstanding and unsettling.

Regardless of the quibbles I have (most of which will probably be rectified as the cast and crew settle into the play's run - this is still a fairly new production, after all) at its core The Exorcist is about faith and belief, about good and evil, and the play delivers both philosophically on that front and as a piece of thrilling entertainment which contains some truly disturbing and exciting moments.


Thursday 1 August 2019

The Passing Of A True Genius Of The Theatre


Yesterday, July 31st, one of my absolute theatrical heroes exited the world stage. Given his age (91) it was bound to happen sooner rather than later but Hal Prince was one of those figures who you convince yourself will live forever. In some ways he will: the mark he left on the world of theatre is truly immeasurable and the numerous shows he ushered into the word, be it as producer or director - or sometimes even both, include a substantial number which have become legendary in the entertainment industry. 
To say that the news of Prince's passing came as a blow to me is an understatement and, though I sadly never met the man, his influence on me is quite far-reaching. Prince's methods and philosophy have influence my own approach to all aspects of theatre (and entertainment) and I have always devoured all material I can find on the man. 
Yesterday felt like a real marking of the end of something and I will continue to mourn Harold Prince deeply. I can find some semblance of comfort in the fact that his influence still thrives throughout theatre and his productions will continue to be referred to with reverence and awe. Of course, he was not perfect - no one is - but even in his failures Prince always looked to learn something and that is something I attempt to emulate.

Harold (Hal) Prince 1928 - 2019