David McVicar's oddly modern production of Rigoletto is back at the Royal Opera House . This modern and minimalist dark production has evolved over the years. It is better lit now but there is still an orgy and full frontal nudity within the first thirty minutes. This enables anyone not in the stalls an excellent view of a flaccid penis and a nicely shaved bush. But as time goes it seems more and more superfluous to the main focus of this tragedy of a court jester who seeks revenge. Here is hoping that the production continues to evolve... Conductor John Eliot Gardiner keeps the music well paced. Dimitri Platanias in the title role sounded great and received a rapturous applause for his interpretation of the role. You get a sense more of the doting father rather than the court jester or cursed man here. Vittorio Grigolo plays the Duke and sounds too lovely to be the cad the role calls for, but it is hard not to like when he is on stage anyway. And it is easier to understan...
In the search for dreams and a better life, the grass (or maybe the elderflower, which is popular in Polish cuisine) may look greener on the other side. But the lure and the pull of home, be they tomato soup (a staple comfort food in Poland) or Polish dumplings (known as pierogi), remain. These are the themes in this funny and charming chamber musical, Green, Wild Elderflower (Szalony, Zielony Bez). Using the songs and stories of legendary Polish songwriter Agnieszka Osiecka, it tells a story of migration and disillusionment. And as a citizen of the world (or at least three countries), it’s a tale that will feel familiar even if you aren’t familiar with Polish (or their pierogi). It’s currently having a short run at Riverside Studios . Three performers, Mateusz Mirek, Elwira Rejnowicz, and Michał Nowak, share the role of a restless woman from Warsaw in search of freedom, dreaming of being anywhere but in Warsaw. But through trial, tribulation and lots of sexual escapades, it doesn...
The day after seeing The Old Ladies at the Finborough Theatre , I was describing the play to someone in great detail: about three old ladies who lived in a rickety house in southern England in 1935. Based on Hugh Walpole’s novel and adapted by Rodney Ackland, it is the sort of story with enough believability, humour and mild thriller to stick in your mind. Perhaps it is the lure of this dark, forboding tale of a life without money, to be alone and to be old, that makes you feel attracted to this poverty porn. But then again, given the state of the world, the cost of living, an ageing population, or just the fact that it’s a dog-eat-dog world, it might as well be an every little old lady-for-herself, too. It’s a well-acted and staged piece that moves at a brisk pace, so there isn’t much time to think about it too much. And in the intimate (or should that be claustrophobic?) space of the Finborough, there’s nowhere to avert your eyes. Even if you wanted to. The scene is a grim Cathe...