Not perfect, but powerful, witty and sophisticated: I’ve reviewed over on My London Your London Howard Barker’s I Saw Myself – with one of the finest parts for a mature female actor that I’ve ever seen. It is on until April 19 – see it if you can.
Just landing in my inbox is a piece recalling Mary Daly’s “The End of God the Father: A little castration is called for if we are ever to get away from phallus-centered faith,” an article from 1972, which is appropriate really, since I’ve just returned from seeing Linda Marlowe’s very fine Believe, in which the women of the Old Testament really, really get their revenge on malekind. My review is on My London Your London – but in short: go and see it if you possibly can.
Over on My London Your London I have a review of Walking on Water at the White Bear Theatre. Great acting, a decently written script, but why oh why does the scenario have to be that old, despressing, “family abuse finally uncovered” as abused, damaged women get together. It’s supposed to be a comedy – no doubt someone will call it a “black comedy”, but I really needed that interval drink to get through the second act!
… over on My London Your London. I’ve been to a strong production of a beautifully written play, The Lightning Field, and Robert has been to an evening of Americana, which I gather is what you or I would probably call “country music”.
I had two years of that as a journalist in Tamworth, Australia’s “Country Music Capital” (has to be imagined said with a twangy and wholly fake American accent”). It was enough.
Not at all bad. There were many other things I should have been doing last night (I really can’t seem to get out from under just now), but I said what the hell and went to check out The Curse of the Werewolf at the Union Theatre last night, and as I write over on My London Your London I didn’t regret it. If you can imagine a blend of Hammer Horror, with an affectionate parody of the traditional musical and the traditional British farce – this is it.
Over on My London Your London I’ve a review of The Great Theatre of the World by Pedro Calderon de la Barca – now playing at the Arcola, and well worth an evening.
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