Theatre Review: Othello

Here’s a question: is Othello a play about race?

My answer, which I seem to recall formed a large part of my A Level English Lit coursework, is that it isn't. I don’t think Iago is genuinely racist, I think he’s just a shitty human being for whom racism (and suspicions of his wife’s infidelity and Cassio's promotion over him) are convenient excuses for his shitty behaviour. (I didn't phrase it quite like that in the coursework.) For me, the line that tells you the most about Iago and his motivations is when he says of killing Cassio “he hath a daily beauty in his life which makes me ugly”. I want to kill him because he’s a better person than me, in other words. See, shitty human being.

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The fact that the play is not, or at least need not be, about race is currently being reinforced in spectacular style in the RSC’s current production where both Othello and Iago are played by black actors, Hugh Quarshie and Lucian Msamati respectively. Msamati is the first ever black actor to play Iago at the RSC, and one of only a handful in other productions around the world. The importance of the casting shouldn't be understated in a world where until as recently as 1990 Othello, one of the most famous non-white characters in theatre, was played by a white actor.

More importantly, though, he’s an amazing Iago in an amazing, clever production.

What was most interesting about the production for me is the way it dealt with the (lack of the) race issue. My expectation was that it would simply ignore it completely. What it did instead was use it to create a solidarity and kinship between Iago and Othello which made the former’s corruption of the latter seem a lot more plausible than it often does. Because Cassio is white, and a different age to Othello and Iago another factor which this production plays on extremely effectively, the sense of the other that is usually directed at Othello is often aimed at him (for example during the scene in which Iago gets him drunk when he attempts to engage in a rap battle with the rest of the - predominantly non-white - military unit) which is an interesting twist on the character dynamics that opens the play up in an entirely different way.

The other particularly interesting thing the production does is to destroy this idea that Othello is ‘the noble Moor’, an exceptional example of gallantry from an otherwise suspicious race. This is done through the obvious implicit statement that having a black Iago makes, but more strikingly through playing up the idea of Othello as the hardened military man. Most obviously this is done through a scene in which Othello oversees the waterboarding of an enemy soldier and then later when he ties Iago to a chair and tortures him with a drill and hammer into telling what he ‘knows’ about Desdemona's infidelity. It’s a fascinating take on the character and, again, makes the transformation of Othello seem more plausible and the play feel more modern.

No performance of Othello, however innovative, can be successful without exceptional performances though and it’s in this regard that the play is particularly thrilling.

Hugh Quarshie's Othello is by far the most complex and rounded iteration of the character I’ve seen, partly due to the decisions director Iqbal Khan takes with his characterisation as mentioned above but also because of a by turns jovial, sad, threatening and tragic performance that I don’t think puts a foot wrong. He captures the moments during Othello’s ‘conversion’ particularly well and his torture scenes are genuinely frightening, especially the waterboarding one as he casually wanders around the victim adjusting his glasses. His is a less sympathetic Othello, and all the better for it.

As is so often the way with this play, it’s Lucian Msamati's Iago who steals the show though. He is an outstanding Iago, the best I've seen, who hides an even-nastier-than-usual streak beneath an air of easy joviality. His soliloquies are delivered with such avuncular nonchalance that it’s quite difficult to either disagree with or dislike his logic and thought processes. For all that though, he is frightening in a way that other Iago's I've seen aren't. He doesn't seem to be as in control of what’s happening as Iago usually is, but the way his brain moves so quickly from one horrible act to the next makes him a more dastardly - and plausible - villain. And the very last scene, as he kneels, laughing, next to Othello, Desdemona and Emilia’s dead bodies as the lights fade, is one of the most memorable moments of theatre I've seen this year. It’s a masterful performance and worth the price of a ticket alone.

The play also looks beautiful, all fading Venetian arches and clever use of a water trough under the stage, and sounds fantastic too, with a live soundtrack of an eclectic mix of (I think) mostly African instruments and, when required, modern dance beats. And the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, which I’d never been to before, is a fantastic space to which I hope to return frequently.

I don’t think I need to do an ‘overall...’ paragraph for this one as it is, I hope, obvious how much I loved this production. Go and see it. Go and see it now.

Othello plays at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford Upon Avon until 28th August and is getting a cinema broadcast on 26th August.  

Theatre Review: Everyman

Sometimes you know instantly that you’re going to get on with a piece of theatre.

The moment a blue suit clad Chiwetel Ejiofor fell from the ceiling of the Olivier theatre in front of a full length video screen of neon lights to a soundtrack of pulsing dance music I decided that the National Theatre’s Everyman was for me.

Actually, the moment I decided I would get on with this production was probably some time before sitting down in the theatre. It was probably when it was announced that Carol Ann Duffy - superstar poet, if there is such a thing, who I fucking love - was doing the adaptation. There was no way that this archetypal traditional morality play was going to be given an uninteresting or unsympathetic update in Duffy’s hands, it was just a question of which direction she was going to take it.

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Everyman tells a very simple story: a man meets Death who tells him his time is up and that he must prepare himself to make a reckoning of his life in front of God. The man is young and healthy, completely unprepared to die and doesn’t have a great deal to say to God in his favour. Duffy’s update on this story is mostly to the ways that Everyman has wasted his life - booze, cocaine, fast cars, expensive holidays, gadgets, designer clothes, other stuff that a period audience wouldn’t necessarily recognise - but she also adds an element of environmental fable too. Everyman has been complicit in ruining the earth, and God is definitely not happy about that.

For me, the star of this production is Duffy’s writing. Written in verse, though not always obviously as is very much her style, the script is witty, punchy and accessible; funny, sad and beautiful (particularly when talking about the destruction of the environment). There’s also liberal use of some of the big swears which is also to be encouraged.

The writing is certainly helped along by some energetic, eye-catching staging, particularly in its use of video. One half of the stage is covered with a floor to ceiling video wall which is used largely in lieu of sets and is particularly effective when used to show the neon cityscape that Everyman falls to his death in front of. The music is great too - a very effective blend of modern dance and traditional music, from jazz to folk, with a quite literal, primal heartbeat pulsing through the action - as is the use of the Olivier’s famous revolve which is fully retracted to create a gaping chasm in the stage.

There’s no question that Chiwetel Ejiofor is a great Everyman either. The way his sunny carelessness becomes disbelief, grief, guilt, anger and, ultimately, a sad resignation is done with a lightness of touch and authenticity which makes him a plausible character rather than just an archetype. He wears a blue suit exceptionally well also. The stage is largely stolen from him, though, by Dermot Crowley as a joyfully deadpan Death and Kate Duchene as a wistful (AND FEMALE) God. Crowley in particular is a delight in every scene he is in. It’s a great part anyway, and he absolutely relishes it. The Irish accent helps to be fair.

As I think is abundantly clear, I really enjoyed this production and certainly recommend it. It really is a must for anyone who enjoys Carol Ann Duffy’s work or poetry more generally. And blue suits. Blue suits are well represented in this show.

Everyman is in the Olivier at the National Theatre until 30th August.

Theatre Review: Light Shining in Buckinghamshire

I always think a good measure of how well a play is being received by its audience is how much coughing is going on. If a play is really good and people are gripped they forget their tickly throats. If it’s not and they’re bored then the auditorium is like a doctor’s waiting room.

There was a lot of coughing going on during Light Shining in Buckinghamshire, Caryl Churchill’s civil war piece currently playing at the National Theatre. The play tells the story of the Levellers, the movement that sprang out of the disaffection of some former parliamentary soldiers in the English civil war who wanted to see genuine democracy - including an extension of the right to vote - replace the monarchy rather than Oliver Cromwell’s ‘protectorship’. It’s a huge, vital, exciting part of British history, and obviously very timely in an election year.

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It’s a shame, then, that the play is so boring.

The first act, only about an hour long, takes a good half hour of disjointed scene-setting to get going. The second act, of a similar length, starts with a strong first fifteen minutes and then dies into irrelevance. Part of the problem is that the play tries to do too much and so never really does anything well. This is exemplified by the inclusion of a subplot about the break off of the Ranters, an even more extreme faction related to the Levellers, which occupies most of act two. This bears almost no relation to act one, it’s almost like starting a new play with a different cast of characters and a new, jokey tone, and isn't well explained - I only understood who the characters were and why they were important because I’d read the programme notes. The disjointedness in both substance and tone is frustrating and sucks the life out of the play repeatedly. A standalone play about the Ranters would probably be really interesting, but in the context they’re presented in here they’re just a distraction.

None of the play’s problems are helped by its over-conceptualised staging. The action is set on a sort of stage-on-a-stage in the form of a giant dining table surrounded by rich upper class men. The point that the staging is trying to make is as such made with such clumsy un-subtlety that it, too, becomes a distraction. The main cast play multiple roles but these are often not accompanied by a noticeable change in appearance which becomes very confusing very quickly. The inclusion of a fifty-strong community cast (made up of local residents) is laudable, and I understand why this play in particular was chosen for them, but adds nothing. No one from the community cast is given a substantial role or lines, they mostly just form the group of rich men sitting mutely around the table. If anything, such a large cast just makes the piece feel flabby.

The one bit of this play that I did really enjoy was the sequence dramatising the Putney Debates. Using real speeches from the actual debates, which were held within the Parliamentary camp after the Civil War to decide what the new post-monarchy system of government might look like, the half hour sequence given over to this part of the story is genuinely exciting to watch. Simply staged with clear introductions to each of the characters, hearing the actual arguments made to form British democracy was thrilling and it seems to me that there’s such potential in expanding this into a full two hour play just focussing on the Putney Debates and its participants. I think this review would be quite different if that’s what Light Shining in Buckinghamshire had been.

Overall, then, an idea with great potential poorly done. Save your money, there are better things to see at the NT at the moment (clue: my review of Everyman will be up tomorrow).

Light Shining in Buckinghamshire is in the Lyttleton at the National Theatre on select dates until June 22nd.

Best Dressed at the Cannes Film Festival

Literally no one cares about the films at Cannes (trans: I don’t care about the films at Cannes). It’s all about the fashion.

I don’t know what its official motto is - ‘chaussures plates sont interdits’ perhaps? (hashtag satire) - but it should be go big or go home. Google Translate informs me that translates as aller grand ou rentrer à la maison but I feel like something’s got lost there...

Anyway, with the two week long festivities all over for another year here’s the looks that caught my eye. TL;DR: Ralph and Russo Couture won.

Fan Bingbing in Ralph and Russo Couture

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Princess on fleek. (I don’t know what that word means - because old - I hope I’ve used it right.) This dress is just stunning - the colour, the embroidery, the train - but it’s the cape sleeves that have got me all excited, my stance on capes being well known at this point. The styling is perfect too, with the tassled clutch perfectly complimenting the eastern feel of the look. So, so elegant.

Aishwarya Rai in Ralph and Russo Couture

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A second home run for Ralph and Russo. I love the architectural structure of this dress, and that it plays it up without swamping Aishwarya’s figure. The minimal but beautiful detailing let’s the structure shine as does her barely there styling - I love that Old Hollywood hair. A different type of elegance to Fan Bingbing’s, but elegance nonetheless.

Cate Blanchett in Giles

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Here’s a phrase I never thought I’d use: she looks like a cool Death Star and I love it so much! This dress is so modern, so British and so, for want of a less overused word, so edgy that it shouldn't work in classic Cannes but it really does. Mostly, I suspect, because Queen Cate is wearing it and gives zero fucks. Completely stripped back styling let the dress sing, or more likely mosh, and that Cinderella style climbing the stairs pose is one of my favourite photos of the year. J’adore.

Sophie Marceau in Alexandre Vauthier Couture

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Something else that shouldn't work on the red carpet anywhere, let alone Cannes, is a shirt dress but here we are. There’s something so French cool about this, so ‘yeah, I genuinely woke up like this’ that I just cannot get enough of. The snake necklace is a great rock and roll finishing touch, as is the bed hair and perfect ‘undone’ makeup. Summer dressing goals. 

Charlize Theron in Christian Dior Couture

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One word: statuesque. Actually two words: statuesque perfection. Yellow is so hard to wear, but you wouldn't know it from this. I think it’s the styling that seals the deal - the perfect hair and understated but somehow still massive jewels - and the poise that she wears it with. 

Theatre Review: Oppenheimer

What would you sacrifice to end war, completely, forever?

Your principles? Your friends? Control over your own ideas? The lives of around 200,000 people? 

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So asks Oppenheimer, Tom Morton-Smith’s important, frenetic and dizzyingly intelligent new play telling the story of how a small group of bafflingly bright physicists pooled their knowledge to create one of the most exciting scientific breakthroughs of the twentieth century. That that breakthrough was the most deadly weapon ever conceived of is, well, unfortunate. 

Yes, I am describing The Manhattan Project ie. the building of the world’s first nuclear bomb. No, this is not exactly a story that’s never been told (although it’s not the story told in the film The Manhattan Project, weirdly). But where Oppenheimer sets itself apart from many other retellings of this story is in choosing to focus on the titular character himself and the web of complicated and ever changing personal relationships surrounding him.

John Heffernan is magnetic in the demanding title role - another to add to my collection of outstanding male performances I've seen this year, a large collection at this point. Oppenheimer is a mercurial character who gets increasingly less sympathetic as he casts off his beliefs, his friends and his family in a relentless pursuit to make sure his name goes down in history as the man who ends war. The transformation from avuncular academic to slightly crazed military man is stark; the scene towards the end of Act 2 where he refuses to give a reference to a former student on the grounds of his communist sympathies, sympathies that Oppenheimer himself not only held but instilled in his students, is particularly repulsive. In a dexterous and passionate performance, Heffernan stops Oppenheimer becoming a villain, though. He is utterly convincing on every step of the journey from principles and dazzling intellect to ruthless ambition and a desperate quest for glory. 

Despite an excellent supporting cast, the other major star of this production is the staging. Directed with exquisitely judged pace, zipping through its three hour run time but with space for the emotional moments to breathe too, the production leaps off the stage thanks in large part to its innovative design. Veteran theatre designer Robert Innes Hopkins covers the stage and walls in blackboard paint which is itself covered in the scrawls of a cast of frantic academics as the drama progresses. The black stage is also used as a screen for the projections of diagrams that the production cleverly uses to explain some of the more complicated science (the fact that the play takes the form of lectures when these issues need to be explained properly is also really effective - and not half as disruptive to the narrative as it probably sounds). Combined with Paul Anderson’s clever lighting, including raising the house lights at key points to make the audience complicit in the action and a frightening prolonged period of intense darkness when the test bomb is detonated, the effect is of a story plunging forward; progress both inevitable and vital. And always asking the question ‘what would you do if you had this knowledge?’

Given its polarising subject matter - I mean how many people have you met that are neutral on the issue of nuclear weapons? - I also found it refreshing that the play doesn't have an opinion of its own. Oppenheimer is neither hero nor villain, nor are his co-scientists, nor the military they work for. Instead, the play confines itself to examining the characters involved and presenting a study of power: how it’s got, what effect it has on those who have it and where it really resides. And it is strikingly good at this, weaving these ideas into the plot in every moment from the big and obvious (Oppenheimer’s relationship with his military superior) and the small and fleeting (the fact that the one female scientist on the team isn't allowed to attend the test launch).

Oppenheimer does much to bolster the RSC’s reputation as an incubator for new British work and, whether viewed through in this way or on its own, is well worth your time and money. It’s not around for long though so best get your (nuclear powered?) skates on.

Oppenheimer is at the Vaudeville Theatre until 23rd May.

Best Dressed at the Met Gala

As far as I can see, there is a very specific formula that needs to be followed if you want to dress successfully for the Met Gala - New York's Metropolitan Museum Costume Institute's yearly fashion shindig and it's this:

1. Don't be boring 
2. Stick to the theme (in this case China: Through the Looking Glass) 
3. Don't go nuts (or in this case go stereotyped and/or offensive)

I'm sort of disappointed at how few people stuck to those rules tbh. 1. and 2. were the most oft broken, with loads of gorgeous-but-how-is-this-relevant? gowns gliding up the famous stairs (Claire Danes, Hailee Steinfeld, Jessica Chastain, Rosie HW, the list goes on) and a predictable trinity of ohmigodisthisstillathing all over sheer 'gowns' following them on Kim K, Beyonce and J Lo (who at least had a crack at the theme, to be fair).  Lade Gaga and Rihanna were the only ones who came close to breaking rule 3. but made their fantastical looks work through sheer force of personality if nothing else. At least their looks are memorable though.

So who did nail it? For my money, here's the top five:

Emily Blunt in Prada

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Chapter 90005 in my book of red carpet capes that I love. The theme is subtly nailed through the choice of fabric, the beautiful embroidery and the cut of this stunner. I love the contrast between the different shades of blue and silver used throughout. I love her styling - those earrings omg - and her hair and makeup even more.

Rita Ora in Tom Ford

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Going much more literal with the theme but equally stunning is this bad boy. Red is Rita's colour and the combo of this fierce gown with her fierce red pout/platinum crop combo is a perfect illustration of that. The construction of the dress is perfect too.

Emma Roberts in Ralph Lauren

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My favourite of the night. Very subtle nods to the theme (the belt, the colour, the jade accessories) combine to make this perfect. I am 100% obsessed with that green.

Anne Hathaway in Ralph Lauren

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Ralph Lauren got the memo on theme clearly. I adore this eastern inspired look, mostly because it's so sleek and cool but also because it makes a huge statement without really trying. I love the ear cuff too, a great fashion forward accessory for an otherwise minimalist look.

Olivia Munn in J Mendel

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There's so much going on here and it's all amazing. I love the colours, I love the cut out sleeves, I love the more is more jewellery and I love that it's on theme without being on the nose. Perfect paired down makeup too.

SJP Special Bonus Round
Because you can't have a Met Gala round up without bowing down at the alter of SJP. Here she is owning the theme, as she does every year without fail.

Sarah Jessica Parker in H&M

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First of all, OMG SJP doing the Met Gala in high street?! But let's be honest that's not the thing that makes this outfit a classic from her play book, the credit for that belongs firmly to her amazing Philip Treacy headpiece. Love it or hate it, you can't deny that it's 100% Met Gala. Long live the undisputed Queen of this event!

Fashionable London: Savage Beauty

I’ve often been underwhelmed by the big, high profile exhibitions at the V&A.

They’re often way too crowded, use the space poorly, are boringly presented (thick glass cases, no photos, officious staff) and are just not great value for money - especially when compared with the offerings at other museums of a similar profile and size and especially especially the vast, spectacular, innovative Met in New York where Savage Beauty was originally shown.

Honestly? I wish I’d seen Savage Beauty at the Met because as much as I enjoyed the exhibition - and I did, don’t get me wrong, I really did - my normal issues with the V&A did detract from it.

Let’s start with the positives though. This exhibition is a McQueen lovers’ dream. Covering everything from his 1992 MA show and early career as a Savile Row tailor right up until his breathtaking unfinished final 2010 collection, the pieces in this exhibition are an expertly curated greatest hits - and then some.

For me, the highlights were the Romantic Nationalism room, showcasing McQueen’s Scottish influence perfectly and including pieces from his Highland Rape and Widows of Culloden collections, and the Romantic Exoticism room, which showcased the designer’s foreign influences and included a stunning recreation of the ‘models in a box’ catwalk show. The room showcasing his final collection, Plato’s Atlantis, was also really cleverly laid out - though beware the video if you’re as snake-phobic as I am - and I adored the hauntingly beautiful hologram video of Kate Moss (and the tiny dark room it’s played in) that featured in the Widows of Culloden show.

All of my favourite rooms - and indeed most of the exhibition to be fair - were shown without glass cases (hurrah!) and you were allowed to get up close and personal with the details on these incredible creations. The exhibition space is used really well too with each of the rooms, arranged in roughly chronological and tightly thematic order, themed to match the broad topic of the collections they’re showcasing. This makes for some great, unexpected, spaces and juxtapositions (at one point you go from a dark and naturalistic cave to a traditional Scottish country club) which really emphasises the breadth as well as the depth of McQueen’s talent.

And that, ultimately, is what makes this exhibition great. Frankly, you could show Alexander McQueen’s work, especially the edit on display here, in a heap in a car park and it would still be worth paying to see. The man was a genius, and this exhibition is a fantastic advert for that fact and the idea that fashion absolutely can be art.

My issues with the exhibition, then, are almost exclusively actually issues with the V&A. Even though I had a ticket for the first slot of the day, the room was already crowded when I got in. I wish the V&A would just sell fewer tickets for these major exhibitions - I’d happily pay more if it meant I got a better view of everything. There was some dodgy curation too, especially the Cabinet of Curiosity room which had items displayed from warehouse level ceiling to floor which was spectacular but meant that there was a lot of stuff that I physically couldn’t see. And my biggest moan was that there was so little information about the exhibitions and what there was was in a tiny font scattered around the exhibits. I could barely read much of it and I have insanely good eyesight (humblebrag). Some more context would’ve been nice too. Much of this is filled in if you buy the catalogue - which is great, as is much of the merchandise (I love my tote bag and am already using it to death) - but that’s not really the point.

Overall, Savage Beauty is my third favourite fashion exhibition ever (Jean Paul Gaultier at The Barbican and Charles James at the Met, thanks for asking) and is 100% worth your time is you love fashion or even just beautiful, occasionally slightly crazy, creative objects in general.

Savage Beauty is on at the V&A until August 2nd and there are still plenty of tickets available. My advice? Go, go early and go on a weekday.