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Post by lynette on Mar 7, 2020 23:41:13 GMT
Indeed a rock roaring performance. Rafe created the characters well, the interactions with the audience were conducted with wit and the props were stylishly presented and made use of. Lighting, sound all very effective. Pity about the script. It was trying to do two things, a sharp one place, one time situation and then a longer time narrative. The flashbacks were just about ok but the funeral, then the room scene and then the super quick arrival the ashes ( despite the comment to justify this) didn’t work at all. I thought at times I was watching Eastenders. Lots of cliche and trope stuff about being English. West Indian and Asian, like the last twenty years haven’t happened. Brexit will be there in most contemporary plays for evermore I suppose, hey ho. I did not think the whole racism subject was hard hitting enough. I was reminded of Alf Garnet, such an easy target to strike down. The references to Moseley etc didn’t convince. Perhaps reality is so much scarier these days.
Rafe was convincing most of the time but I did think he had 'nowhere to go' having started so intensely. I couldn’t understand what he said for the first few minutes and I expect that was deliberate. I was sitting right by the platform stage but not in the cafe style pit but Rafe careering towards me at full tilt was fun....
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Post by NeilVHughes on Mar 8, 2020 0:37:18 GMT
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Disappointing script, the dichotomy between the books and the computer files which we were made to believe was core to his epiphany was underdeveloped. Rafe’s character stated that the room would change his life, were the desktop files a metaphor for the public persona and was the search history once he was brave enough to look in line with the literature and an indication of his fathers true persona as in our psyche.
The dichotomy of the English stereotype, ‘the racist ignorant’ and the ‘the liberal metropole’ inferred as the pub and the secret room was there for the taking but maybe to be developed in depth would require a less manic performance and in this production the manic if one-dimensional was in ascendancy which Rafe made his own.
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Post by londonpostie on Mar 8, 2020 0:48:24 GMT
Lots of cliche and trope stuff about being English. West Indian and Asian, like the last twenty years haven’t happened. The writers are both successful men in their 50s, it did feel like they haven't properly hung around people like Spall's character in decades. I can't write like these guys but I'm on the streets and things have definitely moved on quite a way. For sure, people like this are still around - just - but they're anachronisms even in places like Bermondsey.
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