Ghoema

Certain countries have systems in which they declare living individuals national cultural assets. Primarily concerned with the preservation of folk art, skills, creative talents and oral traditions, especially with the transfer of craft skills that are in danger of being lost between generations, the system declares individuals to be national treasures and could be enlarged to include talented individuals of the highest distinction – poets, artists, musicians, story tellers.

Having watched Ghoema the other night it occurred to me how much musical history has been lost and distorted. Culture defines our identity and the identity of communities. If people like Taliep Petersen and David Kramer could be declared cultural assets – they could devote time to their passions – which although having tremendous value for all of us – are not commercially viable to pursue. I’m sure Ghoema will do well commercially, but the work that went into it and the research backstage has been going on for over twenty years – not to mention the people out there in the communities who Kramer and Petersen uncovered. As I see it, living asset status would be a bit like being awarded a life long sabbatical.

One could argue that this could be done through funding specific research projects at universities and museums to document the skills, but there is a big difference between going out and documenting and actually having the creative talent yourself to perpetuate the art. It’s about making life sustainable for individuals that embody our cultural identity or are developing it. How else is a poet to live? Besides the concept of “living treasure” or “living cultural assets” seems like much more fun. And it has that aura of recognition – like an honorary doctorate.

Of course government must attach strings – skills and knowledge has to be imparted – but people in this category live to do that in any event.

Japan started its system in the 1950s under the onslaught of capitalism and by 1994 it had 7 categories of performing arts with 36 specific skills, as well as 39 in the applied arts held by 52 individuals and 23 groups.
The Republic of Korea by 1995 had 167 individual holders and 50 organizations. The Philippines have “National Artists” by Presidential Decree, while Romania has a system of living treasures for folk artists and France’s Ministry of Culture by 2002 had elevated over 20 persons to the rank of “Maîtres d’art”.

In South Africa the application could be particularly exciting, and I would argue should be broad and encompass several categories – including creative individuals, our Nobel prize winners in literature for instance, as well as crafters and story tellers who are under siege from modernisation, globalisation, market forces and victims of historical social engineering by the apartheid ideologues.

After all, many of these as yet unidentified living treasures – particularly those in rural areas and practising African oral traditions and crafts – don’t have proper pensions, medical aid or any kind of support in their dotage. Our approach has been to get these crafters to adapt – paint Boeings and make fine art and commercial wares. This has merit too, but some things need preservation not globalisation.

Photo by Pat Bromilow Downing

Photo by Pat Bromilow Downing

For those of you who didn’t stand in the queue that stretched from Computicket to Primi Piatti in Camps Bay to get tickets to Robbie Williams’s upcoming concert, I suggest you go along to Cape Town City Ballet’s new production “Let Me Entertain You”. You will feel much better. Something to do with sitting in an auditorium without the Robbie hype, and watching the music set to dance, makes you realise just how boy band poppy and uncharismatic Robbie’s music actually is. The total opposite of Bovim’s last ballet set to the music of Queen. The lyrics are banal and often plain ugly –

“I hope you choke
on your Bacardi and coke”

- goes one rhymed refrain. You get the picture.

The major fault with the piece – and it’s unfortunately the worst thing you can say about any live performance – is that it is boring. Really boring. Much of the choreography is also unconsciously unattractive – the line often unappealing. I have not seen so much repetitive movement still somehow failing to produce even coherency.

Did Elizabeth Trichaardt in her introduction say that Bovim was dragging Cape Town City Ballet into the 20th or the 21st century with this work?

Bovim’s aim is to tell us about the artist – and to do this he has developed four Robbie personas: Robbie Rebel, Robbie Cool, Robbie Icon and Robbie Camp – or was that one meant to be Robbie Star?

Andre Sauer (as Rebel) has a great masculine energy. Devan Josephs as Robbie Cool – whose opening number is the most “Handsome Man” in the world – certainly fits the bill with his good looks, but he starts to run out of strength. Cape Town City Ballet principal dancers Daniel Rajna and Tracy Li, both superb classical dancers, don’t quite find their chemistry in a rather awkward pas de deux.

Lee Fennell is clearly too tall to play any of the Robbie roles, but he has a great stage presence for this kind of work.

Fortunately Cape Town audiences are fairly easy going, but this was neither fish nor flesh nor good red herring. It was only the old folks, a few dance vets whom I recognised and myself who didn’t give it a standing ovation – though for an openng night in Cape Town the number of people who remianed seated does not augur well.

We care greatly about our ballet company, but they did not pull it off tonight. I hope newly appointed Harold King starts making his presence felt.

While on ballet, please spare a thought for dear old John Simons, veteran character dancer, who passed away three days ago.

Nicholas Ellenbogen with Rob van VuurenTheatre veteran Nicholas Ellenbogen, together with partner Liz Szymczak and his sons Matthew and Luke, must constitute one of the last surviving classic Actor Manager Families in South Africa and possibly one of the last such entities in the world. In the great 19th Century tradition of people such as Henry Irving or of the Dibdin family, Ellenbogen, writes, directs, casts himself and family in his shows and presides over his own theatre – The Post Box Theatre, just opposite CCFM on the Muizenberg Main Road.

A few years ago he started with the quirky Olympia Café with its tiny bucket-seat theatre, then transformed the landmark church on Main Road Kalk Bay into a two level gourmet-restaurant and performance venue. It continues now as the Kalk Bay Theatre under the sensitive and discerning patronage of Simon and Helen Cooper

Currently on at the Post Box Theatre is Second Slip – a review of which cannot appear in the M&G due to lack of space (the PANSA play reading festival gets the pick of the week this time) – and has all the hallmarks that characterize Ellenbogen’s work. The characters are always affable sorts, the stories empathetic and particular, but reflecting the wider currents in our society. The players are funny and entertaining, occasionally they border on clowning, but never slapstick. They may even be bawdy, but are not lewd. The scripts are all deeply affirming of our humanity, without being sentimental. They are didactic, but never pedantic. Ellenbogen’s direction keeps the pace fast, the action lively and the comic timing slick. One thing about Ellenbogen is that he is always up to date with his humour and social commentary.

His productions as a whole succeed on a par with the fair served up by our much larger and much bigger-budgeted theatre organisations. The current production – on until November 19 – is Second Slip a charming, delightful comedy about the changes in the members’ stand at Newlands. Contrast this with the sitcom fare often dished up at Theatre on the Bay- the truly awful Breakfast with Dad (on this time last year) springs to mind – with dear old Rex Garner. Ellenbogen’s Second Slip is far more interesting and a way better production on almost every level. The central character played by Nicholas Ellenbogen is pretty Rex “Garnerish”.

The theatre of the Ellenbogens – though not what might spring to mind as obviously groundbreaking and cutting edge – continues to subtly open up new themes and fresh fertile territory for our South African drama that should be edifying to many would-be theatre-makers. It’s that combined ability to both find and tell a good story – in Hamlet’s words – with “as much modesty as cunning” – that usually makes for a unique and rewarding experience at the Post Box Theatre.

Below is a summary of recent Ellenbogen works I’ve reviewed that will give you an idea about his kind of theatre:
Elephant of Africa – set against the backdrop of the broader conflict of the colonial suppression of Africa, which involved the forced resettlement of villages and the disruption of a respectful truce between man and the natural kingdom, Elephant of Africa is a tale of destructive, vengeful obsession.
A great tusker tramples a villager’s wife to death while raiding her maize field. Her husband-to-be seeks revenge and quarrels with the hateful colonial district commissioner who is spurred primarily by greed then megalomania to kill the lone bull. The story is told to us by the ancestral spirits of the bush invading the dreams of young musician who has come to cut wood to make a marimba.

Mistakes of an African Knight – The Ellenbogen team mounted on their tiny stage a full-scale nine-character play in period costume. African Knight is an adaptation of Irish playwright Oliver Goldsmith’s 1773 Restoration comedy She Stoops to Conquer. It’s a farce about young romance up against norms and society. Ellenbogen has reset it on a farm in Natal in the mid-1800s. Thick South African accents and romantic love cleave through prim and proper Queen’s English, colonial pretensions and class expectations.

Mud River – a gentle romance set in a small Karoo town during the depression period as told through the eyes of a young Jewish trader. Luke Ellenbogen scripted this play from a short story by his father. Against a backdrop of the real horror caused by the depression, the story asserts – most importantly without idealism – that integrity can triumph and dignity be upheld even in dire poverty.

Nguni, A Love Story- a pair of star-crossed lovers must pick their way through the dilemmas of the ancient Nguni cattle-keeping traditions and the pressures of contemporary lifestyles. It’s a self-reflecting deconstructed work combining traditional African story-telling and physical theatre.

Scrums – If only our Bokke would perform as well as Ellenbogen and team we’d all be in better shape. The plot revolves around the cheeky but clever dramatic ploy of a female coach taking control of the Boks. Pinkie Craven is the official charged with finding a new coach who is not a white male. He happens upon Sissie Doom the coach of an undefeated local team in Malmesbury.

Mute – created and performed by Luke Ellenbogen, who returned to the Ellenbogen family fold from performing in Denmark. It tells the tender story of a boy who loses his ability to speak after he witnesses the murder of his family. In it young Ellenbogen makes himself emotionally vulnerable without wearing his heart on his sleeve or falling into the traps of sentimentality.

The Agency is a comic sketch written by Nicholas Ellenbogen as a vehicle for a very fine actor, Anthea Thompson. An award-winning actress finds herself doing commercials, playing clowns at children’s parties and doubling as a magician. It’s all too familiar to the local acting fraternity.