Wednesday, 19 December 2007

THE HUMBUG OF OZ

I've always enjoyed literary pastiches and especially those based on one of my favourite books, Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.

I was delighted, therefore, when Australian author KEL RICHARDS sent me a copy of his new book, An Aussie Christmas Carol: the story of mean and curmudgeonly old stock and station agent, Ted Scrooge, who one hot and dusty Christmas Eve is haunted by four ghosts who teach him the true spirit of Christmas.

I've only just started reading the saga of Ted Scrooge (it arrived a matter of hours ago), but it opens so well that I'm clearly going to enjoy this Aussie bush yarn and am delighted to be able to add it to my extensive Carol library...

Jack Marley was dead. He was dead and buried in the little cemetery at the end of the main street in the small outback town of Dandaloo. The town doctor had signed the death certificate. The town carpenter had nailed Jack Marley into a plain, wooden coffin - and old Jack hadn't once hammered on the lid and yelled to be let out. So there could be no doubt about it: Jack Marley was dead.

He was as dead as the hopes of a punter when the favourite runs last in the Melbourne Cup. He was as dead as Dandaloo Creek in the middle of summer, when it's nothing but a dried-up gully. He was as dead as the big blue-black blowflies stuck to the flypaper in the Dandaloo pub. He was as dead as the brown snake Bluey Grimnes chopped in half with his mattock when he was digging Marley's grave. There was no doubt about it: Jack Marley was dead.

Brilliant! Kel Richards' An Aussie Christmas Carol can be ordered here.

It is, of course, testimony to Dickens' genius that it has inspired - and continues to inspire - so many successful variations on a theme.

By the same post as brought me the Carol from Oz, came a Christmas stocking from my friend BOLL WEAVIL (thanks, Boll!) which included one of the most economical versions of Dickens' story I have come across. Here it is: A Christmas Carol in ninety words (like Marley) DEAD...
Ebenezer Scrooge was a mean and stingy man. He had no friends. So, he was all alone on Christmas Eve.

That night he was visited by The Ghost of Christmas Past, The Ghost of Christmas Present and The Ghost of Christmases To Come who told him to be kind to others or he would die a lonely and forgotten man.


The Spirits frightened Scrooge. When he woke up Christmas morning, he ran to the window and shouted, "Merry Christmas!"

From that day on, Scrooge was kind and generous to everyone.
I'm particularly pleased to note that whatever else he was, Scrooge had at least hung on to his teddy bear!

David suggested I ought to take it with me to the theatre tonight and give it to the cast so that everyone could go home early for once!

Meanwhile my dramatisation of the original (and somewhat longer) A Christmas Carol is now almost halfway through it's run at the Greenwich Playhouse and continues to play to delighted audiences. There's still time to book tickets and I've updated the fairly ecstatic reviews we have received - just in case you want to see what you're in for or, if you can't get there, in order to at least be able to enjoy it vicariously!

David Millard and Lucia McAnespie as Mr and Mrs Fezziwig

Image: Fezziwigs by Greg Hale, © 2007

Tuesday, 18 December 2007

XMAS XTERMINATION

My passing reference to Doctor Who yesterday brought forth a predictable (and I have to say justifiable) comment from my friend Irascible Ian who refuses to be swayed by the shameless BBC publicity surrounding the Doctor's current adventures and the excruciatingly excessive hoop-la over his Christmas Day encounter with Kylie Minogue!

Happily, being away, I will miss the programme and whatever disappointment it brings in its wake, but it did prompt me to mention the work of another friend, the artist and illustrator ANDREW SKILLETER, whom I first got to know when he illustrated the audio-cassette boxes for my seven BBC dramatisations of C S Lewis' The Magician's Nephew (above) and the other six 'Chronicles of Narnia'.

Andrew is well-known as the premiere Doctor Who artist and a worthy successor to the great Frank Bellamy, having created numerous book, video and audio covers including several iconic Doctor images, such as the cover art for the Radio Times featuring 'The Five Doctors' as well as classic art featuring the Cybermen...


...and the Doctor's arch-enemies, the Daleks!


It is curious perhaps to favour graphic art over photographic images when the subject matter is a TV series, but I've always thought that the magic and mystery of Doctor Who was better served by the artist than the photographer.

Andrew Skilleter has produced fine art portfolios of his Cyberman and (more recently) Dalek paintings which Dalek Links has described as "awesome" and if you are an 'old school' Who-fan for whom such imagery of the Doctor still bring back fond memories of your early Saturday evening viewing.

You can access the brochure for the Dalek portfolio here for the front and here for the back and this collection (together, possibly, with the Cyberman portfolio) may need to be added as an urgent 'PS' to your Santa wish-list!

Images: © Andrew Skilleter

Monday, 17 December 2007

TOP DOGS

Say what you like about Dr Who, I think what he needs is not Kylie but a DOG! I mean, you could argue that the Doctor hasn't had really faithful and reliable friend since K9 went on the blink...

So, here's a couple of possible contenders...

A 'recycled' hound spotted (and photographed) by Jen Miller in the children's area of Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum in Glasgow (a distant relative of the Perishers' pooch, Boot, perhaps)...


...and a balloon dog by Jeff Koons seen sniffing around the Palazzo Grassi in Venice last December...


Images: Jen Miller and Brian Sibley, © 2007

Sunday, 16 December 2007

SPOT THE DIFFERENCE

Those of you who shop on-line, BEWARE...

Ask and ye shall receive, but what ye receive may not always be what ye expected to receive...


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In case you missed Penelope Keith's performance of my And Yet Another Partridge in a Pear Tree, you can, as Boll Weavil pointed out in yesterday's comments, hear it on-line from anywhere in the world for the seven days. Here's the link to Listen Again.

I was interested to read on the BB7 Newsletter blog: "This programme is a personal favourite of Penelope Keith's, who drew it to my attention when we launched." Thanks Penny!

Saturday, 15 December 2007

PARTRIDGES & PEAR TREES

Today the BBC is providing listeners with a blast from the Sibley past...

It was back in 1977 - which, heaven help us, is thirty years ago - that I wrote what was only my second programme for radio, but which turned out to be something of a classic. Entitled And Yet Another Partridge in a Pear Tree, it was a quirky take on that well-known song about the seasonal gifts which someone sent to his True Love on the twelve days of Christmas.

It was, I later discovered, not exactly a new joke and it has been re-worked by others since, but it had the distinctive twist of literally following the cumulative list in the lyrics, thus providing the recipient not with one partridge in a pear tree, two turtle doves, three French hens and so on, but with twelve partridges, twenty-two turtle doves, thirty French hens and so forth.

Fresh milk is one thing. Eight enormous Frisians in the drawing room is something else altogether. True, the milkmaids have a certain rustic charm, but you wouldn't believe how much they eat. You may also care to note that my bath has only so much room in it for swans with a seemingly insatiable urge to be a-swimming, and it will definitely not hold fourteen of them. Take that from one who has tried!

I was extremely fortunate in having Penelope Keith (then at the height of her fame as Margot Leadbetter in the wildly successful TV sit-com, The Good Life) to play Miss Cynthia Bracegirdle, the increasingly harassed lady who has to cope with (among other nuisances) forty maids a-milking, thirty-six ladies dancing, thirty lords a-leaping and twenty-two pipers piping...

And Yet Another Partridge
was repeated annually for many years and is still broadcast at Christmas in all kinds of places from America to Australia. In fact, every year I get requests for copies of the broadcast (which unfortunately is not possible because the BBC have never commercially released the programme) and transcripts of Miss Bracegirdle's correspondence.

Anyway, if - like others - you remember this little piece of fluff and would like to hear it again
or if you've never heard it and think it might tickle your funny bone, then TODAY'S the DAY!

BBC 7 is celebrating five years of broadcasting with a day's programming chosen by listeners and Miss Bracegirdle and her Christmas gifts was one of the programmes selected alongside such classic series as Just A Minute, I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again and The Men from the Ministry Marsh.

Details here, but essentially the partridges come home to roost at 17.00, 23.00 and (for early risers and later retirers) 06.00 the following morning! I hope you enjoy the experience more than poor Cynthia!

Friday, 14 December 2007

EAT ME!

Walking down Jermyn Street, the other day, I glanced up and noticed the sign for Wiltons Restaurant with its Champagne Charlie Lobster-about-town raising a glass of bubbly in welcome...


I was reminded of those figurines of pigs dressed in butcher's boater and apron (and usually holding a cleaver) which used to populate the windows of butcher's shops when I was a boy. Since then, of course, there have been any number of commercials featuring talking chickens, pigs, sausages, eggs and other foodstuffs. But however amusing the execution, the concept of animals - even lobsters - inviting me to eat them has always made me feel more than a little queasy.


I wonder if vegetarians feel equally uncomfortable about talking vegetables?

Thursday, 13 December 2007

UNDERCOVER CHRISTMAS

It is many months now since I blogged on the topic of underwear, mainly because various people (such as Gill's friend, the Duchess) tend to get a bit steamed up about such posts.

However, the unveiling of David Beckham's first advertisements for Emporio Armani two days ago has promoted me to break this self-imposed taboo...


This image has aroused some controversy with various cyber-sites questioning whether everything shown in the picture actually belongs to Becks or whether he has been 'touched up' by someone other than Victoria. Some have hinted at digital enhancement (which looks ruder written down than when I was typing the words!) or whether we have just been made privy to where the chap keeps his spare soccer socks!

Anyway, while we're on the subject, I thought I'd share with you some curious images from a Christmas catalogue produced by the people at a company called UnderU aimed at promoting seasonal knicker-sales.

There is, I fancy, an encoded tale being hinted at in the pages of this catalogue: a tale that goes something like this...

Ken and Barbie are off to spend Christmas with Ken's old school chum, Dick...


After lunch the three of them gather round the fire to open presents and listen to the Queen's Speech...


In the evening, Ken and Dick enjoy and drink and a game of cards...


Until Barbie gets bored and goes to bed, leaving Ken and Dick to watch the video they recorded earlier of Kylie Minogue on Dr Who and reminisce about their days in the school rugger team...

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

NOT-SO-WILD OATS

Here in the UK, right now, it's pretty damn chilly (0 degrees last evening in Greenwich) and so I've taken to reaching for the packet of instant porridge-oats in the belief (ingrained from a lifetime of seeing Readybrek commercials) that it will give me a warm inner glow akin to a kind of visible radiation!

Also, as an unrepentant lover of puns, it gives me a daily opportunity to smile at a product name that is ridiculously corny but - in a frightfully British Carry-On-to-the-End-of-the-Pier kind way - mildly amusing...


Someone else who has been taking precautions against the cold is my friend Buttons...

Pictures on buttons' blog last winter of him playing in the snow raised concerns for his welfare among several readers.


Regular correspondent, GILL, wrote:

Where are Buttons' gloves and scarf? And wellies? He must have been a very wet, cold rabbit. I shall knit him a scarf immediately!

Gill (President of the Keep A Rabbit Dry Society)

To which Buttons replied:

thank you for your concern, gill, i think i need to join your society as brian and david can be very thoughtless at times... meanwhile, i shall look forward to my scarf; will it be in the society's colours and have a badge on it like harry potters?

And Gill responded:

Please tell Buttons it will certainly be in the Society's colours and have a badge!
Then, a few weeks ago, a surprise package arrived...


To see Buttons in his new winter warmer, visit buttons' blog: a rabbit's ramblings.

Tuesday, 11 December 2007

CAROL-SINGING

Reviews of Flat Pack Productions' presentation of my dramatisation of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol are OUT...

Forgive the trumpet-blowing, but they really are rather satisfactory!


THE STAGE
Reviewed by Catherine Usher

Rather than letting Ebenezer Scrooge dominate proceedings from the off, it is Charles Dickens (Rufus Graham) who opens the play by reading from the opening pages of his novel.

Rufus Graham as Charles Dickens

From start to finish, it is an enthralling, atmospheric and moving production, brimming with talent and enthusiasm. Other than Eddie McNamee’s tall, threatening-looking Scrooge, the cast portray a variety of characters, from the hard-working and hesitant Bob Cratchit, performed with great sensitivity by Will Tosh, to Scrooge’s beautiful lost love Belle, played as sweet but not saccharine by Rebecca Stoddart...

Rebecca Stoddart as Belle with Eddie McNamee as Scrooge

Among the seemingly endless barrage of brash pantomimes and pretentious Christmas shows, this production of A Christmas Carol stands out as something truly worth seeing.

Don’t let the inclusion of actor-operated puppets to represent Tiny Tim and the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future put you off - the concept works perfectly. And Puppet Tim in particular is so convincing, you may even find yourself weeping at the prospect of him not making it to adulthood.

Lucia McAnespie and Phil Mulryne give Tiny Tim a helping hand

Book your ticket today. It really is worth it.

*****

UK Theatre Network
Reviewed by Richard Woulf

Brian Sibley has dramatised A Christmas Carol in a manner I’m sure Dickens would approve of. Ebenezer is as mean in spirit as he is in money. His nephew is a thorough decent lad as is his over-worked and underpaid clerk Bob Cratchit, and his poor but loving family. All in the original Victorian setting.

The two central roles were particularly well-acted. Eddie McNamee is a most-cantankerous Scrooge and Rufus Graham is superb as the soothing voice of the narrator. All the cast put in a strong performance, though, often displaying comic and/or convincing accents.

Lucia McAnespie as the Charwoman and David Millard as Old Joe

Maintaining the pace is director Toria Banks. Considering she has eight actors, a limited space and various puppets to work with, it is no mean achievement to keep our interest throughout. Also worthy of praise are the authentic costumes by Christine Fryers, the aforementioned puppets – the Ghost of Christmas Past and Tiny Tim were my favourites – and the cosy props and set.

Eddie McNamee as Scrooge with the Spirit of Christmas Past

It is the story, of course, that really grabs...

In the spirit of Christmas – “open your shut up heart” and get along to the Greenwich Playhouse.

You can only enjoy it.

*****

IndieLONDON Reviewed by Marcela Olivares

There have been numerous adaptations of this classic Christmas story – but few have moved me as much as the one now playing at Greenwich Playhouse...

This dramatization places particular emphasis on Charles Dickens and how he would have told the story of Ebenezer Scrooge. We actually have the privilege of Dickens’ narrating the story and interacting with Scrooge throughout the play. The emotion in Dickens alongside the development in Scrooge is what drives the production.

We see Ebenezer experience joy, love, shame, fear; yes… plenty of fear… yet never hatred and this is probably why the story ends as it does.

This is not a Christmas Story for the faint hearted, it’s not jolly even though it does have a happy ending… and there’s no singing and no children. Yet, it’s by far the best version of the story I have seen and certainly the most touching!

Eddie McNamee as Scrooge and Phil Mulryne as his nephew, Fred

Even though there are so many characters to play, it was all made possible with a cast of eight talented actors and four puppets.

Dickens and Scrooge were played with extreme emotion by Rufus Graham and Eddie McNamee respectively and they did a superb job… It was a great ensemble of talent!

If you’re planning to see a Christmas story this year, then this is the show to see!

*****

NEWS SHOPPER Reviewed by Karry Anne Eustice

The set for Flat Pack Productions' A Christmas Carol, currently showing at Greenwich Playhouse, is so spare even Scrooge would approve. Still, the space was used with such imagination, the show still felt rich and vivid.

The threadbare presentation of this new dramatisation is mainly down to the aims of scripter Brian Sibley, an author who notably adapted The Lord of the Rings for BBC radio.

He was keen to reinstate the story's dreary Dickensian nature and remind audiences of the grit and poverty Dickens was so keen to expose via his own writing.

To achieve this, Sibley fleshes out a young couple mentioned briefly in the original story who are in debt to Scrooge, plus the bleak scenes of hardship get extra focus.

Helped by the fact there are no glib musical numbers and Dickens (played by Rufus Graham, who has poise to spare) narrates on-stage in a dry, authoritative manner, the show is haunting, serious and has an air of grim sophistication.

It's not forgotten [that] A Christmas Carol is a heartwarming, Victorian morality tale, though.

A cast of eight ensure the classic story of redemption retains its warm and witty heart. Each multi-task, taking on numerous roles (including puppetry) and - although at times this results in unbalanced, occasionally rushed and confused pacing - embody and own each character.

All interact excellently with the delicately-operated puppets, which are creatively used to portray the three ghosts and Tiny Tim.

Kudos to Bek Palmer and Claire Strickland, the designers of the figures, too. Their eerie and haunting faces are a perfect fit for this adaptation.

There's spot-on casting on the Scrooge front in the form of Eddie McNamee, whose towering frame gives the grump suitable menace. It has to be; Scrooge is a character so memorable the name became an adjective for miserliness.

By blending Christmas sentiments and social concerns the Dickens way, this staging proves it's worth picking your own pocket for.

*****

THE SOUTH LONDON PRESS Reviewed by Dan Frost

The production has all the warmth and Christmas cheer of a Fezziwig party. So, if you're not into cross-dressing and screaming kids, say "Bah, humbug" to panto, then head to the Greenwich Playhouse...

*****

THE KENTISH TIMES Reviewed by Mark Campbell

There have been many versions of Charles Dickens’ classic ghost story A Christmas Carol since its first appearance in 1843... Dickens’ criticism of the Victorian class system and its endemic inequality goes hand-in-hand with a powerful tale of guilt and redemption. The latest stage adaptation, now running at the Greenwich Playhouse, is by prolific author Brian Sibley who manages to bring back some of the darkness at the heart of the original novel.

Directed by Toria Banks, this is a fast moving production that makes excellent use of the Playhouse’s small studio space. Christine Fryers’ authentic-looking costumes and David Millard's set designs evoke the period perfectly, while Sibley’s literate adaptation is pleasingly faithful to its source.

As Ebenezer Scrooge, Eddie McNamee is a rotund, no-nonsense Northerner with a droll line in sarcasm - far removed from the elderly, wizened miser more commonly associated with the role, but just as believable.

Will Tosh is Scrooge’s likable junior clerk, the stick-thin Bob Cratchit. Scrooge’s young love Belle is sensitively played by a porcelain beautiful Rebecca Stoddart. And Phil Mulryne makes for a delightfully impish nephew Fred, the complete antithesis of his uncle.

Lucia McAnespie, David Millard and Ruth Tapp play all the other characters with relish, while an aloof Rufus Graham presides over the action as Charles Dickens himself - variously prompt, narrator and social conscience.

The ghosts of the story are represented by Bek Palmer and Claire Strickland’s exquisitely crafted puppets, while the deceased Jacob Marley is played by a masked David Millard as a full-size mannequin crudely manipulated by his fellow actors, an effect that is simultaneously comical and creepy.

But it is the character of Tiny Tim who benefits most from this technique. Instead of a cloyingly sentimental child actor (or simply a bad one), this doe-eyed wooden and cloth creation is far more successful at capturing the audience’s obvious sympathy.

Perfect Christmas entertainment.

*****

THE DOCKLANDS Reviewed by Marina Thomas

The word 'Scrooge' conjures up all sorts of images of a cold-hearted, selfish man. Flat pack Productions' version of A Christmas Carol brought the Victorian tale of morality to life beautifully in a very vivid and lively manner.

Eddie McNamee personified the man who said that Christmas is just another excuse for being lazy perfectly and played Scrooge both in adolescence and adulthood with great tenacity.

Adapter Brian Sibley's skills at creating vivid imagery of a wintery scene gave the production gusto and it was also the added character of Dickens that helped make this a special play. Dickens is not just a narrator but also a character, a host, puppet-master and conjurer - setting the scene, introducing many characters and leading the audience through the unusual events of an unforgettable Christmas Eve.

The play was a delight to watch and the characters all interacted faultlessly, putting together a very strong performance, which took you right back to Victorian London...

*****

musicOHM.com Reviewed by Adam Dobson

Flat Pack Productions have renewed A Christmas Carol at the Greenwich Playhouse, and in doing so have set themselves a lofty goal.

Brian Sibley’s adaptation seeks to preserve, in the dramatist’s own words, Dickens’ “intense emotional involvement with the business of saving Scrooge’s soul.” And so we find Rufus Graham cast as Charles himself, walking amongst his characters in order to impart advice. He scolds and chastises, he embraces and comforts; it’s hardly a new device, but it refreshes a tale which – even for the most dedicated festive crackpot – is potentially too familiar.

Graham cuts an amiable figure, ushering us from scene to scene on reassuring arm. Events are never allowed to settle, and the production thus maintains a pleasing and fluid pace.

Like so many childhood fairy-tales, Scrooge is a mediation on loss – and by extension death. A joyous recollection of youth must be, by necessity, tinged with a profound sadness; these scenes are beyond retrieval, they cannot be repeated. Indeed, repetition can only estrange. Roland Barthés described this as a torment peculiar to the photograph, but it can certainly be applied to this brand of melancholia on the stage.

Scrooge is confronted with images from his boyhood, images of a time when the currency of his life is yet to be spent. It is a situation to which he cannot return; worse yet, his reserves are almost exhausted. Perhaps this explains the miser’s scrimping. It is life he is hoarding, and his initial existence is in no way living.

McNamee’s miser is textbook-Scrooge, save for a delightful ability to pout. It’s remarkable how regressive a hung-lip can appear how evocative; a story need not be convoluted or complex to be cathartic, and a facial-tick can make or break a performance. It makes it.


Not that it’s all tears and soul-searching. When it comes to portraying the more ineffable characters – the Christmas apparitions, the diminutive Tiny Tim – Flat Pack have opted for masks and puppetry.

If the decision not to represent the ghouls in human-form is a concerted ‘looking-away’ from mortality, it is precisely in this denial that Scrooge is to find his salvation. You can’t take it with you, and the act of preservation is itself wasteful.

But, for all my pompous psychobabble, the puppets are – above all – great fun. More than anywhere, Flat Pack’s love is evident here. Their deployment will delight child and adult alike – not that we should feel the need to make a distinction, as this production, as mature as it is adolescent, strives to teach us.

*****


PLAYS & PLAYERS Reviewed by Clive Burton

Brian Sibley’s dramatisation of A Christmas Carol returns to the dark heart of Dickens’ story and, in doing so, gives it a strong new heart of its own in the persona of the Victorian author himself.

On stage (in various guises during an evening which sees the small and energetic cast assuming a number of roles) Rufus Graham projects Dickens’ warmth towards his fellow man and genuine sense of compassion in a performance that emphasises his intense personal involvement with the business of saving Scrooge’s soul.

He starts by reading from his own book, a book that ‘attempts to raise a ghost of an idea’ - a ghost which Sibley has animated with the very spirit of Victorian times - and remains a powerful presence, slipping with seamless grace and convincing ease into and out of the action throughout the evening.

In a lively cast, he shares particular honours with Will Tosh as Bob Cratchit, whose stoicism after the death of his son, Tiny Tim, is particularly touching: all the more so because Tim is a beautifully-realised puppet.

Will Tosh and Ruth Tapp as Bob and Sally Cratchit

Under the brisk direction of Toria Banks, Sibley’s very particular take on the story matches the white-hot zeal which Dickens instilled into his own writing and skilfully manages to convey the real-life situations of the original novella convincingly on the small stage.

Eddie McNamee’s Scrooge negotiates the journey from heartless misanthrope to caring benefactor with just the right amount of credibility.

*****

LONDON ESSENCE Reviewed by Caroline Dubanchet

First, find the theatre. Go through the pub of the same name, climb a few steps and sit down directly in front of the platform. And let the charm of Christmas express itself through the words of Charles Dickens.

This adaptation by Flat Pack Productions of the most evocative novel of Victorian Christmas works wonderfully in this small local theatre. A cast of eight actors, led by Charles Dickens telling the tale of Christmas and guiding the characters through the story. And the puppets! With poignant expressions; the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future are both a tragic and benevolent presence.

The acting is exceptional; the setting is dynamic and rhythmic. The configuration of the theatre means that one finds oneself caught up in this spectral whirlpool, witness of the metamorphosis of the odious Scrooge; tormented by the spirits of Christmas. One leaves the theatre with one’s hand on one’s heart, with the desire to succumb to the magic of Christmas.

And, from the blogosphere...

One or two snippets from a long and highly entertaining account of the show by The Greenwich Phantom that (if you really can't get there) is probably the nearest thing to being there:

Scrooge is a triumph - both furious and funny at the same time - I bet he's played Malvolio a few times... His fabulous pomposity is offset by the gravitas of Dickens himself (a character-addition that could have backfired badly but doesn't) who follows the characters around like a fourth ghost. The supporting cast charges around (and I mean charges around - personally I would have removed the Blakies in their shoes on that wooden floor) being all the other characters. Not one of them lets down the pace or the feel and despite the cast-of-thousands character changes, there is never any doubt who anyone is.

Will Tosh as Bob Cratchit and Eddie McNamee as Scrooge

It's an unsentimental production - despite the sugary qualities of the original - not a sprig of holly in sight - and yet, somehow, it manages to bring a deep sensation of good cheer to a cold loft of a theatre. And, a good thing, given the proximity of the cast to the audience, it bears up well to close inspection. The ghosts, each of them puppets, are deeply creepy and affecting - as is young Tiny Tim, who is in no way 'cute.' His puppet is, frankly, a bit scary - and yet it works - we care about this tiny, ugly figure, because the actors do.

I have no idea how they manage to put on a show of this quality in a theatre this small, but hey - I'm not going to delve too deep. I thoroughly recommend you take a chance and get a ticket for this festive-without-being-cloying seasonal show. Probably a bit scary for tiny tots, older children should be fine - and it's good grown-up fare too.


And here's part of what my friend Irascible Ian (and therefore a not entirely dispassionate reviewer!) said of the show:

To be honest, it's a production I went to see more because it was an adaptation by my friend Brian Sibley, than because it was something I felt I really needed to see: Greenwich is not the most central location (although thankfully, the theatre is right next to the main station) and A Christmas Carol is hardly an unfamiliar piece, trotted out on TV, DVD and in the theatre every December (there are three theatrical productions in London alone this year I believe). My mistake, because as it turned out this excursion turned out to be a genuine highlight of my cultural excursions in 2007: the production is genuinely new, innovative, exciting, fast-paced, and really, really magical!

Brian has taken a very familiar story and given it a new spin by making Dickens himself an integral part of the play. There's an emphasis on the social problems of the times in new scenes that I haven't seen in other versions, and some scenes that are so moving that several audience members could be seen dabbing their eyes at certain times in the production. No matter how familiar you are with the story, you'll find something new here.

The Spirit of Christmas Present shows Scrooge the true meaning of the season

The production itself is superb. The cast make excellent use of a small, but modern, space that gives an intimacy that just isn't there in West End productions. The staging, use of props, and use of puppets for the ghosts and the wonderful 'Tiny Tim' make this an incredibly complex production to perform, and I would imagine a complete nightmare to direct. And yet the small cast of eight manage complex changes and direction flawlessly, while all the time giving believable, real performances. The actors are all professionals, if not household names, and I can't remember a time where I saw a theatrical cast work so hard, or witnessed such a consistently high standard from every member of the cast. In short, it's a real family treat, and a 'must see' this Christmas.

Images: Brian Sibley and David Weeks, © 2007

Monday, 10 December 2007

GOD SPEAKS! EXCLUSIVE!

After writing about God's movie career the other day, I found my way to what is clearly an important document for those who have (wrongly) assumed that God has given up direct communication with his creation...

The Louie/God Interviews: What the Big Fella Really Thinks About Man and the Universe is the result of a scoop of an exclusive interview with The Supreme Being conducted by writer Louie Lawent.

Louie grills The Supreme Being about his checkered career, covering the Almighty's propensity for smiting, evolution, pop culture and the fact that God believes Himself to be the victim of a disinformation campaign. He also reveals whether or not aliens really did land at Roswell; which Hollywood director He would choose to direct His life story; His favorite political joke and His pet peeves? For example...

Louie: What is your real opinion of people?

God: They're like radio songs that are fine for the car ride home, but you'd never purchase them to be part of your master collection.

Here are a few more quotes straight from the Deity's mouth:

Louie: The theories of relativity confuse me. If a person travels at the speed of light, is the running time of an Adam Sandler movie shorter than if a person were traveling slower than the speed of light?

God: No, both experiences would register as off the charts infinite torture in the mind's eye.

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Louie: How many times did you create the universe?

God: Numerous. As a creator I didn't want to toy, but the focus groups were brutal. Their concerns were about inanities such as light and shadow and the periods of time between a comet's visibility. So to prove I was a flex God, I relented. However, make no mistake, I only go so far. I'm a bend but not break God.

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Louie: Given that the universe is 13 billion years old, how did it take you so long to come up with man?

God: Who's to say I didn't create previous universes where I went fast and man turned out even worse than today's version. Maybe I gave up on the Microsoft approach and worked the bugs out before the release date.

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Louie: Did the "God only helps those who help themselves" quote come from you or was it falsely attributed to you by others?

God: This was a direct quote. I was sick of being the welfare God, the Santa Claus wish list God. The Neanderthals were the inspiration behind it, asking for the stoning of the best loin of saber tooth tiger. Of course I didn't say my quote to them. They couldn't write and were terrible with oral histories so I filed it away for modern man but it gave me a kick in the pants to speed the Neanderthal demise.

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Louie: How do sinners plead their case to you?

God: They insist that I'm taking their sins out of context.


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Louie: What's one of your biggest challenges?

God: Encrypted sins.

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Louie: What else bothers you?

God: When I'm accused of not being user-friendly.

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Louie: What's a little-known fact about you.

God: I put virtual reality ketchup on my steak.

Louie: Why?

God: It's a cultural thing - the way I raised myself.


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The Louie/God Interviews: What the Big Fella Really Thinks About Man and the Universe is available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.