March reads

Read four of Mam’s beach novels and The Turning which I got in time for the play (adaption), but only cursorily looked at prior to the performance.

I tried to finish the beach novels before they were required for second-hand bookshops somewhere between Perth and Naxos. The were all quick reads, some more memorable than others.

• Death in Holy Orders by PD James is a Commander Adam Dalgliesh tale set in an theological college on the East Anglian coast. A student is murdered and the ongoing investigation is helped and heeded by the isolated close-knit community.
• Not in the Flesh by Ruth Rendell was an intriguing story about the investigation led by Chief Inspector Wexford when a body is found wrapped in a purple cotton sheet. I thought the novel was going to be a straight forward whodunit, but there was bit more to it than that.
• Piece of My Heart by Peter Robinson was a little more plodding, but the scene of the crime - a rock festival, made it a little more interesting. The threads connecting the present day to aging rock stars is a little tenous though.
• Exit Music by Ian Rankin is DI John Rebus’s last case in the force. A bit of winding up occurs, as Rebus attempts to pass on/fob off his unsolved cases and business to colleague DS Siobhan Clarke. Some of the jobs are not resolved as one would like.
• The Turning by Tim Winton I got from The Book Depository which seems all wrong since Winton is a Western Australian author. But it was just too easy and the price was right. I don’t know why books have to cost so much in Australia in comparison to the UK or USA. Anyway, The Turning read and on the bookshelf means that I have all Tim Winton’s books, so far. Having finished it, I wish I had more to read. The book follows three generations of a family, and each chapter/short story is sort of complete, but sort of keeps you hanging. A certain amount of cringe material and rawness as the place and some periods felt familiar to me.

I thought that uni would slow up my reading, which it did in a way but only from a time point of view. I was just too tired at the end of the day from reading scholarly papers to read some more for entertainment. However, I did find that non-fiction was good for a few hours escape.

Friday good

For the first time in years, we have found something to do on the Friday that is part of the Easter public holidays. Usually, everything is closed, dead - nothing happening.

Apart from the relative quiet which is nice because most people have pissed off south or north for the four day holiday, nothing happens in Perth.

Between our picnic and viewing the Perth International Arts Festival films we walked around the UWA grounds and saw a poster for The York Crucifixion, a production by the Happy Dagger Theatre.

I wanted to go just because the poster indicated that bad things would happen to Barbie (TM).

The play was excellent. It was a very hot evening, and while we could fan ourselves with the programme, I felt for the players who in their theatrical costumes were leaving marks of perspiration as they touched the floor.

One of the 14th to 16th Century York Mystery cycle, the play involved five bouffons and their cart which transformed into various pieces of the set. Switching between old style and contemporary text and styles, the play was challenging to both the players and the audience. But I think they wooed the audience - definitely a hit. If anything, got you thinking beyond chocolate bunnies, boiled eggs, and when the pubs were open. It was thoughtful in part, and hilarious in others.

I’m not sure what all the fuss was about considering that at least two women have undergone physical examinations to make sure they are fit for crucifixion. It is a real shame that it was not better attended.

The only difficulty I had with the play is that bad things didn’t happen to Barbie (TM).

The next production is Cyrano de Bergerac, and I would definitely look out for it. The Happy Dagger Theatre company are excellent.

Trad

Amusing but not hiliarous. The Irish accents got in the way for me such that I could not understand some a lot.

I got the gist though, and I enjoyed being in an audience that was obviously enjoying the live theatre. Fortunately, the comedy consisted of snatches of conversation between the main protagonists (Da and Son) that were not heavily prerequisite to understanding subsequent topics for discussion. The fiddle and guitar accompaniments and interludes were pretty cool too.

On the way out I said that I could have done with sub-titles, and remembered that Trad was a captioned performance. Except that captioning is advertised as being for the hearing impaired not the accent challenged, and I may not have been able to sit next to H.

Friends who also went to see Black Watch agreed that captioning to understand the Scottish accents during that performance would have been useful too. We laughed when they said the most often used word was well understood whatever the accent.

Couers

Festival Film ‘Couers’ opened at the Somerville last night.

Directed by Alain Resnais, Private Fears in Public Places (Couers) is adapted from Alan Ayckbourn’s play titled Private Fears in Public Places (2004). It is a film of a play, which provides the opportunity for the audience to see the drama from all angles with some interesting cinematographic effects. For example, the falling snow I felt was effective in making the transition between scenes and added to the atmosphere, and observing people in rooms without ceilings moving from one room to another.

Set in Paris during what appeared to be a snow storm, the drama revolves around six characters, seven if you include Lionel’s bedridden father Arthur who is always a voice in another room. There are some relationships and connections between the characters, but the film is more about six individual stories rather than one main plot with perhaps an underlying theme of looking for love or acceptance.

I was not sure whether there is any resolution for Nicola and Dan (Nicola’s fiance), brother and sister Thierry and Gaëlle, or Lionel (bartender and son of Arthur) and Charlotte (casual carer for Arthur and Thierry’s work collegue at a real estate business). Perhaps more it was a snapshot of ordinary likeable people (except for Arthur) muddling through and find their way through life. It almost had a Thomas Hardy feel about it with regard to fate and chance.

I suspect the French speakers around me got more from the film than I who needed the English subtitles, but I enjoyed its sometimes whimsical feel around what could have been a long drawn out soapy.

many scenes, three acts

Last night’s preview of The Turning (adapted from Tim Winton’s The Turning) at the Playhouse Theatre created and released tension in waves and challenged all my emotions.

With over 25 scene changes, the three hour production of theatre, music, soundscapes and film followed three generations of the fictitious Lang family from 1974 - 2001. If you are aware of the history, culture, and issues of the times, then there were also various amounts of cringe factor amongst the projected West Australian landscapes and images.

The multimedia created a powerful visual and auditory experience. Unlike a background, and moving from complementary to overpowering the actors giving me the feeling that the live theatre was sandwiched between overbearing transitions such that the acting appeared thin. However, I do recognise that the film provided an atmosphere that captivated the outside largess of the West Australian landscape bringing the outside onto the stage.

We were in the stalls in Row C. If you haven’t got tickets yet, get them at least a few more rows back so that you can see all of the stage. The projection screens on each side mostly showed the same images, but when they appeared different I found that I was turning from one to the other in case I missed anything.

The timing and scene changes in combination with the multimedia were admirably tight, but the production was not 2 hours 30 minutes as stated in the festival programme, It was over 3 hours 20 minutes (including interval). So it was a taxi home as we missed the last bus home.

promenade performance

Don’t Look Back was an excuse to wander around the inside of the Old Treasury Building as well as add another Perth International Arts Festival performance to our programme.

Although we were told before hand to wear walking shoes and that we will be in groups of three, I think another instruction or warning ought to have been for people that may feel claustrophobic. Although I felt excited about following the actors around the decommissioned building, now the set for the theatre, I felt a little claustrophobic in some rooms and corridors. Fortunately, H is aware of this, and I was set at ease by his simple touch on my back or reaching for my fingers.

Making your way through the space, peaking into rooms, opening and closing doors, and wondering and searching for meaning in the scenes was an intriguing way to experience the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. I know that there are many interpretations of the myth, and I have seen opera and ballet performances of Orpheus in the Underworld, but I was a little puzzled by the performance.

I didn’t realise there was a programme (PDF) available, but the performance made a lot more sense after receiving a paper copy on the completion of our journey through the building. Like Roberta Alves in Australian Stage Online, I would have liked a little more text to glue the fetchingly dark and atmospheric scenes together.

The art installations, sets, music and actors provided an atmospheric journey through small and large rooms, corridors, overlooking the main hall, and down into the basement. The wrought-iron balustrade on the stairs going down is divine, but you soon notice that it and the stairs are covered in wedding confetti. The attention to detail was incredible. For example, there is one room with a fellow guillotining names from a typed list - the names of our little group were on there!

Sharing the experience of the performance with only two other people was an interesting experience. I didn’t know whether to whisper to the others, or make my way around in silence. However, as it turned out, the three of us were keen not to miss anything so pointed out or drew back any of our group that went ahead when we thought they may have missed anything. However, we must have been taking too much time, or the next group that set off after us were making their way quickly through, as we felt that we were hurried on by their footsteps.

H said that he would like to go again and be part of the last group to go through. But we had a bit of a laugh as I said it would probably be the The Underworld putting up the chairs and turning on the lights behind him.

the turning

Listening to the description and frank discussion by director Steve Jodrell and writer Bill McCluskey of how they have ‘re-imagined’ Tim Winton’s The Turning was definitely a well spent hour. I’m pleased that I had the opportunity to attend this Friends of the Festival event.

Barry Strickland facilitated the discussion after a short introduction by Diana Warnock.

Commissioned by the Perth International Arts Festival, the project has the rights to 12 of the 17 short stories in Winton’s book that follows three generations of the Lang family from the 70’s to the present.

Jodrell described the technical challenges such as combining film and theatre in a way that they augment each other rather than one being a background for the other. Fortunately, we were in the upper stalls of the theatre and were able to see the design of the sets as described.

McCluskey explained the genesis of the project, which began with him reading the book while in Broome. The play is ‘re-imagined’ as to bring the narrative to life on the stage. Some characters have been broadened, and some new characters are introduced. There is also the difficulty of a small cast of nine representing a larger number of characters (25 in the production?) that also allowed the actors to explore the relationships, similarities, and differences between the various characters.

It certainly will be interesting to see how the visuals are combined with the drama in the adaption and transitioning of the short stories.

I have not yet read the book, but being a fan of Tim Winton I know that I will enjoy both the book and the play. Although, I understand from some reviews that it is not a beach novel, but “one to definitely put on your list of things to read”. What I like best about Winton’s novels is that they are set in Western Australia. It is sometimes good to have a sense of familiarity with the landscape albeit seeing it through different eyes and times.

The Turning is showing 20 Feb to 8 Mar as part of the Perth International Arts Festival. At the talk, they said tickets are selling well so don’t leave getting yours until it is too late.

life and plays

We saw Molière at the Somerville Boxing Day night.

The film is about Jean-Baptiste Poquelin (stage name Molière), a French playwright, through a mosaic of themes and plots from his plays. How much of this is biographical I don’t know, but who cares as the film is a delightful comic romp during the 1600s in France.

The costumes are rich, there is tragedy as well as romance and some good belly laughs. The soundtrack not just complements the film, but I think would stand on its own as a collection of music.

Some of the story line is predictable, and it is funny for all that, but the plot does get complicated in parts. The twists and turns in the plot and sub-plots are anticipated by the audience as they are sometimes admitted by Molière by way of narration.

The film is 120 minutes, in French with English subtitles. Although a long film, it appears to end abruptly, and there are many layers that I missed. For example, the irony of Molière adopting the name Mr Tartuffe when introduced into Jourdain’s household.

festival time

Last night, as a Friend of the Festival, I attended the 2008 Perth Festival Programme launch.

A familiar face was behind the sound desk, but he encouraged us to go up front, as he explained the venue (Perth Convention and Exhibition Centre, Pavilion 1) was not very good for sound.

The welcome to country was particularly moving, with the traditional welcome following a short cycle of didgeridoo playing which was simply amazing. All the speakers were palatable, but you could tell that the audience was getting a little toey in anticipation of the Artistic Director, Shelagh Magadza getting up to show off the upcoming programme.

We had received our printed programme in the post that morning, and together with the displayed excerpts on a big screen and Shelagh Magadza’s commentary, we were keen to book tickets for the 56th Perth International Arts Festival.

Food and drinks were served behind the stage. Walking through an art installation set up at the entrance to the area, it appeared to be screens placed amongst foliage of strappy leaved plants. I don’t know what the film footage shown on the screens were, as I didn’t get to look at it very closely because of the surging throng moving to be fed and watered,

We didn’t book any tickets last night (Friends have preferential booking until Sunday 11 November), but I’ve just come back from uni having visited BOCS at the Octagon Theatre and burned the plastic there. I was able to get seven of the nine sets of tickets. Some of the performances you need to book directly with the Festival office, which is not very clear in the programme.

In addition to a block of festival film tickets, events we have tickets for so far:

• Meow Meow
• Scientists
• Don’t Look Back
• The Turning
• Murundak: The Black Arm Band
• Trad
• Nouvelle Vague
• Borrowed Light
• Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings

We were going to book other performances, but apart from blowing our budget, some performances were on the same night, for example, Murundak and Sonic Youth.

The only thing that has been relatively uninspiring is the graphics associated with the invitations, programme, poster and web site - a couple of figures dressed in black amongst coloured blocks.

December 3 is already marked on the calendar as the beginning of the festival films. Now to get a 2008 calendar so that I can mark up a very busy three weeks starting in February next year.