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THE GATES OF KYIV

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Theatre Royal Windsor

THE GATES OF KYIV at the Theatre Royal Windsor

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“Mixing storytelling, music and dance in a unique and quite fascinating way”

Maria Yudina, a Soviet piano virtuoso, enjoyed notoriety as much as fame. Born in 1899 she grew up to be fiercely defiant of the repressive regime under Joseph Stalin – publicly denouncing him as well as demonstrating her faith in the Orthodox church. In Communist Russia that could have easily earned her a death sentence, yet somehow, she lived. There is one particular myth about this β€œholy fool” that goes some way to explaining her ability to survive the scourge of Stalinism. Apparently, Stalin listened to the radio a lot, and on hearing Yudina’s recital of Mozart’s Piano Concerto no. 23 one night in 1944, he called the station demanding a copy of the recording. The producers, afraid of the consequences of admitting that no recording took place, promised to deliver it the next morning. In panic they assembled an orchestra and called Yudina back to record it through the night. Legend has it that she slipped a note into the album sleeve stating that she would β€œpray for you day and night and ask the Lord to forgive your great sins…” All according to her lifelong friend, the composer Dmitri Shostakovich, whose fondness for imaginative tales adds to the fantasy of the folklore.

Although it often defines her, this late saga in her life forms little more than a footnote in Ian Kelly’s extraordinary β€œThe Gates of Kyiv”. Mixing storytelling, music and dance in a unique and quite fascinating way, Kelly casts a panoramic eye over the life of Yudina, focusing on her sometimes-fractious relationship with Shostakovich. Michael Praed is a commanding figure as the renowned composer while Stockard Channing wears the pianist’s brittle yet mutinous mantle. They narrate their story in retrospect, portraying them late in life, intermittently talking out to the audience and to each other, scaling the heights of harmony and discord in equal measure like frantic arpeggios on a grand piano. Yet it’s not just the black and white notes that are struck. There are many shades of grey within Kelly’s rich, rhythmic and expressive text. Sometimes the couple step out of time and there is an over reliance of the script in hand, but the performances are charismatic and the chemistry between them keeps our attention throughout. There are occasions when we feel we are about to step into a history lesson, but the natural delivery and flair keep us outside – on the fun side of the door. And we are also grateful to learn so much about Maria Yudina and her fascinating life.

Revolving within their tale is the star attraction. Gala Chistiakova is forever present at the glorious ebony Steinway that dominates centre stage. Yet somehow her beautiful, passionate and evocative playing does not dominate the narrative. It weaves, underscores, illustrates and accentuates the subject before crashing over us in waves of passion at the climax of each act. Chistiakova covers much of Yudina’s repertoire, taking in the greats including Bach, Mozart, Rachmaninov, Stravinsky, Prokofiev, Tchaikovsky, Pasternak, Mussorgsky; and Shostakovich of course.

Complementing it all is dancer Xander Parish who moves in time with balletic musicality, adding further layers to the already rich tapestry, although occasionally the visual bonus is an extra flavour with faint hints of indulgence. The music more often says it all. It leads us on the journey, right up to the last number that gives us the title of the piece. Mussorgsky’s β€˜The Great Gate of Kyiv’ from his 1874 piano suite β€˜Pictures at an Exhibition’. A stirring finale, and symbolic in many ways. Originally built in the eleventh century, the Great Gate of Kyiv served as a triumphal arch – a prominent symbol of the Ukraine capital. At one time a monument to Tsarist rule in Ukraine it can now symbolise Kyiv’s defiance against Russian invasion. A defiance that Maria Yudina shared, and which is wonderfully illustrated in this unique tribute. The music is the most defiant of all, and no matter what troubles may surround us, its power and its beauty will always survive. We don’t necessarily need a reminder of the reality, but this show reinforces it. Classical and classy – it is a triumph in itself.

 


THE GATES OF KYIV at the Theatre Royal Windsor

Reviewed on 4th September 2024

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Jack Merriman

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

ACCOLADE | β˜…β˜…β˜…Β½ | June 2024
OH WHAT A LOVELY WAR | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2024
CLOSURE | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | February 2024
THE GREAT GATSBY | β˜…β˜…β˜… | February 2024
ALONE TOGETHER | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | August 2023

THE GATES OF KYIV

THE GATES OF KYIV

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The Third Man

The Third Man

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Menier Chocolate Factory

THE THIRD MAN at the Menier Chocolate Factory

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The Third Man

“There is an elegance to all the performances that skilfully navigate the plot twists with boundless energy”

 

You’re familiar with the platitude; β€˜you never get a second chance to make a first impression’. I’ve never really agreed with the expression. Or rather with the inference that the β€˜first impression’ is permanent, and cannot be overridden. Impressions always evolve. Often rapidly. Trevor Nunn’s production of β€œThe Third Man” reinforces my opinion.

We walk into a transformed auditorium. Paul Farnsworth’s powerfully evocative set recreates the monochrome decay of post-war Vienna. The musical strains of the zither clashes with, but also sharpens, the tension. It is a familiar sound, reassuring yet haunting. The dusky mood is established as lost souls wander through the blackened city. Holly Martins, a bankrupt β€˜hack’ novelist, wanders into the debris looking for his old friend Harry Lime. Ignoring the smoky undertones, he incongruously bursts into song. β€œThis is Vienna… not like the movies”. It is almost as if we are being instructed to resist the impulse to compare this stage adaptation to the original 1949 iconic film. Which is sound advice.

Sam Underwood convincingly portrays Holly Martin, lost in a sea of intrigue; and driven to the brink and to drink. Discovering that his old friend has been killed in a car β€˜accident’, he smells a rat and decides to pursue it with a feline tenacity. Edward Baker-Duly’s upper crust, hard-headed military policeman, Major Calloway, continually tries to throw him off the scent. Everyone has something to hide, especially the initially affable Baron Kurtz (a sinister Gary Milner). There is an elegance to all the performances that skilfully navigate the plot twists with boundless energy, but the pace and focus are severely hindered by the music and lyrics.

It is as though the composer, lyricist and writer worked in separate rooms, only coming together at the last minute. Nobody got the memo, it seems, and the result is a bit like channel hopping, only we’re not in control of the remote. Just as our interest is being drawn into the dialogue, we suddenly find ourselves in a song that has sprung from nowhere. And just as you are in the shadowy world of film noir, you suddenly catch yourself fluttering among the pages of a Mills and Boon. George Fenton’s score is undeniably impressive, but it is the underscoring that stands out and evokes the true atmosphere of the piece. The musical numbers themselves appear to have been plucked off the shelf.

Nevertheless, the staging is quite majestic, and Nunn draws out excellent performances from his cast. Natalie Dunne, as Anna Schmidt, gives a very watchable, husky and cool performance as Harry Lime’s grieving girlfriend. Her commitment is unwavering – it is her solo numbers that, despite being moments of beauty, are wondering what they are doing here. Part of the answer lies in the choice of Schmidt being a cabaret singer instead of an actor, but it is a contrived decision.

The major plot twist is weakened by the libretto, even in the face of Simon Bailey’s natural charm as the morally dubious Harry Lime. Yet it is hard to believe that the character can elicit the levels of emotion that are trying to be conveyed. Normally song should be able to express a feeling better than putting it into words. β€œThe Third Man” is billed as a musical thriller, but it should have opted for one or the other.

β€œIt makes no sense at all” Holly Martin sings as we approach the finale. We can’t help agreeing with the sentiment. Paradoxically, however, it is an enjoyable and finely crafted piece of theatre. That does make sense, given the weight of expertise and experience of the individuals behind its creation. It needs more time and thought to bring it together. Ultimately, β€œThe Third Man” deserves a second chance to correct the first impression.

 

Reviewed on 20th June 2023

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

 

The Sex Party | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | November 2022
Legacy | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2022
Habeas Corpus | β˜…β˜…β˜… | December 2021
Brian and Roger | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | November 2021

 

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