Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Holding Out For A Hero

I managed to catch two shows last week that - despite obvious differences - featured epic heros. Dracula at the Lion and Unicorn is an adaptation of the Bram Stoker novel. I've seen several adaptations of this on stage and it has rarely, if ever worked satisfyingly, at least when taken as a straight adaptation. The Okai Collier Company make a fair stab at it and there are some great performances, not least from Christinel Hogas as the Count.  Watching the story unfold, adaptors are stymied by what the audience brings to the story.  Not only is there the original novel to contend with, there is also a massive history of feature film adaptations, spin-offs etc that lend an air of expectation to the production. Any new adaptation has to absorb all of this context and regenerate the story as something fresh and exciting. This version doesn't do too badly and there's a nice 'fright' at the end but the set suffers badly with a lack of either time, money or polish. For all it's flaws however it has made me revisit the novel, which is available to download for free on ibooks.

The other hero I caught up with was Superman in the awkwardly titled It's A Bird...It's A Plane... It's Superman at the Leicester Square Theatre.  The production had received mixed reviews but I wanted to check it out for myself anyway so the producers kindly let me in to catch one of the final performances. I certainly wanted to like the show - I'm a big fan of Superman - but this 1960's musical is very much a product of its time and really requires much re-writing to merit a revival. Casual sexism and racism are glossed over with a knowing camp humour but it is still difficult to accept and undoubtedly alien to a 'Man Of Steel' generation.
The performances are decent enough, particularly Sarah Kennedy as Sydney and of course Craig Berry as Clark Kent/Superman, who bravely sports unforgiving skin-tight lycra for much of the show. I can see where the idea of the design concept was heading but the execution was fairly poor. Also, I have no idea what on earth Michelle LaFortune was doing with her hair for Lois Lane but it looked dreadful - fine if it's your current look but completely unsuitable for the period.
What I will say with Superman is that the audience, which consisted of a number of kids, lapped it up. They laughed in all the right places, cheering the hero and booing the villain - a gutsy performance from Matthew Ibbotson - and gave the now ubiquitous standing ovation at the end. Dracula too got a decent round of applause but this was spoiled somewhat by the drunk who fell into my lap at the same time.  Ah well, some of my best dates have started off like that!

Monday, 23 February 2015

Time To Move On

I have not been a member of the Gloucester Operatic & Dramatic Society for 20 years but for 12 formative years it was a prominent aspect of my life. It provided me with a likeminded social group and lifelong friends. It has not been practical for me to remain a member, having left the city for good in 1996. I liked to think I was still a keen supporter of the GODS and occasionally caught their shows over the years.

The society had suffered some ups and downs over the years, including the loss of the theatre so many of us worked hard to make a success. Being homeless was a new experience for most members of the GODS but one that they faced head-on, mounting shows at other venues around Gloucester and the centenary of the Society should have been a huge cause for celebration.

 When I saw the line-up of productions for the 2013-14 season, I felt that they were possibly punching above their weight. Jerry Lane had decided to 'join forces' adding his own producing company to the advertising material and overspending on his production of Cinderella, including professional fees in excess of £5,000, plus Costume expenses of nearly £7,000 and a Sound expenses of over £10,000. The show lost in excess of £36,000. The major musical - Jesus Christ Superstar - incorporated professional fees in excess of £15,000, with the production losing nearly £20,000. This included a fee to Lane of £5000 plus expenses.

The GODS is an amateur company but somehow the idea of paying members to take part in shows was being approved by The Board. You might argue that JCS requires professional leads to sing its complex rock score. I would argue - do a different show - one that members can sing! Cut your suit according to your cloth.

With these two shows, the society has lost in excess of £56,000 on two productions.

Further losses in excess of £20,000 were incurred on productions which didn't even happen.

Understandably , efforts were put in place to halt the haemorrhaging of money from the Societies coffers, resulting in the ignominious dismissal of both Trustees and the longstanding Accountant by The Board. It also became apparent that the new Chairman of the Board David Hart, was the person putting in all these bills for cancelled sound equipment.

The rest of the story is not a pretty one, resulting in the calling the most important AGM in the history of the GODS.

It was apparent that out of a disheartening 56 paid-up members of this once thriving society, only 15 attended - and these included the Life and Honorary Members. Of the 'new' board members, the Chairman couldn't attend and of course, Lane was nowhere to be seen to answer any of the many questions arising from the floor regarding the overspending. The three new Trustees also failed to attend and the meeting was being run by a new Board, albeit consisting of members of the old Board that had allowed this problems to escalate.

The first useful part to this meeting was the dismissal of the absent  Hart as Chairman. Quite why this new board had not already implemented this was not made clear - a further example of how the current  operating system is no longer viable.

Julian Chapman, has very rightly brought into question the current practices of the society and has called an EGM to vote on amendments to the constitution with the idea of establishing a GODS bursary, kept in order by a selection of trustees. Its aim is to support young people wishing to further their careers in the performing arts. This would include allowing funds from the bursary for properly budgeted amateur productions for young people.

Whilst I understand and applaud Julian's initiative over these important changes , I do not actually agree with them. As it stands, the GODS - as both Julian and I knew it -  is no longer fit for purpose. The much reduced membership appears mostly apathetic as to what happens to the money and who is 'hired' and 'fired'. This was proved most eloquently by the number of people who bothered to turn up. There are not enough qualified or committed members willing to devote time and necessary energy to the maintenance of an amateur society.

As the constitution stands, if the Society is dissolved, the resulting money should be distributed between like-minded registered charities in the area. I feel that there is no reason to oppose this and I would like to see the money go to other drama groups in the area, who cater to all ages and not just young people. The GODS always encouraged young performers but it was an inclusive group - not a youth group.

Of course whatever I think, it will be up to the majority of members - or at least the ones who can be bothered to attend - to decide what happens. Julian's idea might be a sound one, but it is NOT the only option. Either way, I should hope that NONE of the Board, who allowed these gross acts of negligence to take place, be allowed anywhere near the management of any GODS Memorial Bursary.

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

The 'C' Word

Shrove Tuesday seems to have come around extremely quickly this year, which means I shall be giving something up for Lent. It certainly won't be theatre and I have a impressive stack of shows and showcases coming up in the next few weeks. On the musical front, there are a couple of shows I'd like to take a look at, not least Superman at the Leicester Square Theatre - if I can catch it before I head to Gloucester at the weekend. It's had mixed to poor reviews but I'd like to see for myself how it's been structured as a piece of musical theatre. The movie Superman II was on TV at the weekend and that seems to have dated particularly badly.

I will also get to see the Glasgow Academy of Musical Theatre Arts student showcase at the Criterion this Thursday, so I might try to attend after that.

Next week sees the final judging of the London Cabaret Awards, which will no doubt swallow up most of my weekend. The event is taking place this year at the CafĂ© de Paris on March 9th and is sure to be a colourful celebration of all things cabaret in the capital - that's a lot of 'c'. Perhaps I should give up the letter 'c' for Lent? That'll stand me in good stead for Carrie - The Musical, which will receive its long awaited London premiere at the Southwark Playhouse from Friday 1 - Saturday 30 May.

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Hit And Miss

I have seen three new musicals over the last couple of weeks that have all had something entertaining and occasionally exciting to present before a paying audience.  Heels of Glory by Tricity Vogue and Richard Link, Molly Wobbly by Paul Boyd and Happy Ending by Anat Gov and adapted by Hilla Bar, Guy Retallack with music by Shlomi Shaban and Michal Solomon.

Heels of Glory at the Chelsea Theatre - my first visit to this rather lovely venue - has its roots deeply planted in the London cabaret scene. Authors Vogue and Link have crafted an amusing show that celebrates drag, trans-gender identity and the subversive cabaret scene in one hilarious action-adventure musical. It gaily mixes The Avengers (the old ATV series, not that Marvel CGI nonsense) with Drag Race and while the recent outing at the Chelsea is very much a scratch performance, I look forward to seeing the show at its next stage.
The same could be said for Molly Wobbly at the Leicester Square. Certainly, my interest was piqued by the show, not least for its colourful production history since it began life as a ten-minute musical idea by Boyd. The first act of Molly Wobbly is exceptionally witty and well crafted, flush with strong production values and even stronger, committed performances.
The disappointment comes in the second act, where the dynamism falters in favour of cheap laughs, deus ex machina resolutions and a vaguely unsatisfying conclusion. The second half needs work, but the question is, will it get any work? Has the author frozen the show with this good-looking boutique production in the West End?  Let's hope not, as there is so much potential there.
I approached Happy Ending with trepidation, not least because it's a musical set on an oncology ward. I will say however, that after the first 10 minutes I had to check my publicity to see that it actually was a musical, as there hadn't been a song yet. In fact, there were only 4 songs in the whole piece and despite all the best intentions, four songs does not a musical make. It's not a bad play but it's a deeply flawed attempt at musical, that requires a lot more work if it is to move forward.