Anthea Thompson

Anthea Thompson

After her great success last year with Shirley Valentine, Anthea Thompson returns to the recently reopened (thank goodness) Kalk Bay Theatre with another hit play by Willy Russell. Even though the film of Educating Rita came out way back in 1983, many lines are as unforgettable as they are still entertaining.

Also remarkable is how when the adult student Rita, a Liverpudlian hairdresser whose real name is Susan, bent on self-improvement, describes the appalling conditions of her government schooling with its violence and apathetic teachers (a speech omitted from the film), she could be describing many of our neglected and vandalised local schools today.

In this modern day Pygmalion, the teacher is unwilling. Professor Frank Bryant is a washed-up alcoholic, failed poet and professional cynic. The play, scathingly critical of academia, is sympathetic to his reasons. Yet Frank meets his match in Rita, a determined optimist, craving everything she imagines he ought to be and the life she fantasizes he leads.

Filled with irony, this gentle satire on literacy, on the class system, on the tutor of life as opposed to the pedagogy of art, entertains at every delicious twist.

Anthea Thompson (Rita) is as impressive and David Dennis (Frank) as reliable as always.

I was appalled recently to find on a USA website selling sniper rifles, sniper’s paradise (and no, I was not planning a trip to Zimbabwe), a banner advert running along the top of their homepage with the slogan “just in time for Christmas” with a photo next to it of President-elect Obama wearing a Father Christmas hat! As Meryle Secrest remarks in her biography of Stephen Sondheim, there never seems to be an appropriate time to stage Assassins.

With music and lyrics by Sondheim and book by John Weidman, this is a searingly subversive work, a theatrical séance using portraits of presidential assassins to scrutinize how the American dream so easily turns into nightmare. There is much to celebrate here: the inaugural production of the NewSpace theatre, the genius of Sondheim’s lyrics, and the admirable production values. Director Fred Abrahamse has pulled out all the stops for this one and kept in good faith with the original stagings. Musical director Stefan Lombard has managed a superb re-orchestration of Sondheim’s often satirical score.

Add to this, great performances from Andre Jacobs, David Dennis, Anthea Thompson, Marcel Meyer, and Tammy Meyer, and Assassins is not-to-be missed. We are indeed fortunate to have a brand new independent theatre and a Sondheim musical production of this calibre right on our doorstep. Do take advantage.

Shirley Valentine
Local audiences will be more familiar with the film adaptation than with Willy Russell’s 1988 West End and Broadway debut play Shirley Valentine. Shirley is a lonely, middle-aged Liverpudlian housewife and typical, selfless mother, who has lost her identity. Without even noticing it, her self has somehow been subsumed in the drudgery of life – domestic routine, a spoilt, indifferent daughter, mundane friends and a stale marriage with a selfish chauvinist. Sex has become like shopping – “lots of pushing and shoving and you still come out with very little in the end”. She asks, “Whatever happened to Shirley Valentine?”, and realises hers is a life gone unused. Her dream – “to drink a glass of wine in a country where the grape is grown”. When a friend wins a trip to Greece for two, Shirley has some tough calls to make.

The script by Russell (who also wrote Educating Rita) is amusing, economical, faultlessly structured and in the tradition of Alan Bennett’s groundbreaking Talking Heads manages to make the difficult theatrical devices of soliloquy and monologue work effortlessly.

Anthea Thompson stars – a word one can seldom use judiciously – in the eponymous role. Her nuanced interpretation and studied portrayal promises to be one of the best performances of the year.

With Thompson on board, the stage version works far better than the movie. Many of the theatrical conceits, such as Shirley talking to the wall of her home in England, and later on her rock in Greece, don’t translate as well on celluloid. Shirley’s fantasies and her romance lose their suggestive power in the film, which is diffuse and vaguely glam. If you enjoyed the movie, you owe it to your self not to miss this production.

Scott Sparrow (Paris) brings Theresa Iglich (Matriarch) on stage

This year’s Maynardville production is an inexcusably mediocre effort. Romeo and Juliet is the easiest of all Shakespeare’s plays to stage and to act. The venue is stunning; the budget is sufficient; and last year, Twelfth Night proved that we may not have entirely lost the alphabet to do Shakespeare.

Director Fred Abrahamse isn’t even guilty of directorial intemperance – the usual culprit that scuttles Maynardville. It is neither fish (straightforward and competent) nor flesh (a contemporary reading for which this play begs), nor good red herring (some audacious interpretation). Unusually for Abrahamse, this time around he is thoughtless and unimaginative. A brief respite, but rather tatty, out of place scene depicts Mexico’s Día de los Muertos. Otherwise, presumably we are in some fantasy version of Verona. At three hours, with almost no cuts, it becomes interminable.

The actors shout their way through the script as if unaware they have microphones (even though these are often faulty) – and several voices cracked on opening night. There seems to be a misconception among the cast that saying lines terribly fast makes it sound like they mean what they’re saying. They don’t, and it murders the poetry. This includes over emphasising the rhymes in a singsong manner after neglecting every other inflection. Creaky Shakespearean devices, like asides are kept, when the lines work as well naturally.

Without directorial vision, it is up to the players. But the casting is careless. While Abrahamse is at pains to make a homosexual subtext work between Mercutio (Jason Ralph) and Romeo, he is unable to manufacture any chemistry between the unsuited pair of Rolanda Marais (Juliet) and Marcel Meyer (Romeo). Having Ralph return as the apothecary is a nice touch. But Mercutio’s sexual assault on the old Nurse is inconsistent with the take on the character and distastefully portrayed. It is also shockingly glib given our society’s violence against women. It shows up the failure of this production to make any kind of interesting comment.

Meyer made a compelling Rosencrantz in Suzman’s Hamlet, but as Romeo he is out of his depth and without support. Theresa Iglich (Matriarch) and Scott Sparrow (Paris) give the best-judged performances, except when the latter falls in to undignified wailing at Juliet’s corpse. Meyer would have worked as Paris (and perhaps visa versa). Jason Ralph (Mercutio), Guy de Lancey (Capulet) and Anthea Thompson (Nurse) are capable and do their best to keep the first half together. Matthew Wild (Friar Laurence) is too busy trying to sound beneficent and avuncular to give his words any emotion.

Unfortunately, as the play is conceived, the last acts belong to Juliet. Rolanda Marais flips from spoilt brat to fishwife – the last thing you want from a Juliet. Her voice is hard to take – much like the lark Juliet describes: “sings so out of tune, / Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps”. Curiously, her only convincing moment, and she plays it well, is when she dissembles to her father about going to confession (Act IV Scene ii). Marais would have done well to pretend more and be less carried away by her method acting.

Lacking nuance, finesse, and beauty, this is a dull relapse into Maynardville’s chequered past.

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.