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Strangers in Between

Strangers in Between

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Golden Goose Theatre

STRANGERS IN BETWEEN at the Golden Goose Theatre

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Strangers in Between

“Murphy has an ear for brilliant one liners and non-sequiturs, and a piercing insight into human contradictions.”

β€œStrangers In Between” premiered in Sydney, Australia in 2005. Not that long ago in the great scheme of things, but it has already acquired the sheen of a period piece. To describe it as a β€˜classic’ might be going a bit too far, yet it might only be a matter of time such is the astute personal observation and grasp of characterisation. Primarily a coming-of-age play that explores the highs and lows of growing up gay in twenty-first century Australia, Tommy Murphy’s three-hander extends beyond demographics and speaks to β€˜everyman’. There is a refreshing inclusivity in the writing that, stemming from the heart of the piece, reaches out and embraces the universal themes of friendship, fear, family and other β€˜f’ words.

Shane (Alex Ansdell) is young, ingenuous, desperately naΓ―ve and, well, simply desperate. He has washed up in Kings Cross Sydney, having run away from his hometown deep in the Southern Tablelands of New South Wales. Nervous and paranoid, he has not managed to escape the shadows of violence and abuse from which he appears to be fleeing. Working in a bottle shop, he strikes up a friendship with two contrasting men: the self-assured, cool-headed Will (Matthew Mitcham) and the more mature, witty and camp Peter (Stephen Connery-Brown). Shane has no filters but, despite stretching the patience of the other two, he becomes adopted into a new-found, surrogate family that he evidently hasn’t had the comfort of before now.

There are twists, of course. One in particular that you don’t see coming, even sitting up close in the intimate space of the Golden Goose theatre. Like everything else in the piece, it is not over-egged. It all works on a subliminal level, the gentleness being a smoke screen for the realistically harsh issues bubbling underneath. Murphy has an ear for brilliant one liners and non-sequiturs, and a piercing insight into human contradictions. Adam Spreadbury-Maher returns to direct, having steered it successfully from the King’s Head into the West End in 2016 and 2017. His staging is a pitch-perfect complement (and compliment) to the writing, along with Richard Lambert’s lighting that mirrors the light and shade of the text, enhancing the mood and sense of location.

“A real and rare find that must be seen”

Moreover, the performances are what bring the play fully to life. Spreadbury-Maher has brought together a formidable trio of actors whose chemistry creates an electrifying mΓ©nage Γ  trois. For a professional debut, Alex Ansdell excels as the hyper Shane; jittery, paranoid and certainly damaged. Switching from the inane to the explicit, the fawning to the abusive, Ansdell has a command of the text that belies his experience. (Who else could string together the subject of coat hangers and anal sex so naturally into the same sentence?). Matthew Mitcham, as Will, flawlessly depicts the emotions triggered by this infuriating yet loveable new-boy-in-town, wavering between attraction and repulsion, ultimately slipping into the mantle of brotherly love. Mitcham also doubles up as Ben, the abusive brother from whom Shane is supposedly escaping, but I shall say no more about this dramatic conceit for fear of spoilers.

Stephen Connery-Brown, as Peter the older man, reacts to Shane with a heartfelt, honest and humorous affection. A quiet and quite brilliant portrayal of a character who defies stereotype. There is a lustful twinkle in his eye as he takes Shane under his wing, without a sense of being predatory. Teasing with tenderness he gives an air of being able to take or leave Shane but we sense a paternal longing. It is testament to the writing and performances that these personalities can mix this yearning for surrogate family ties with sexual desire, and yet avoid any hint of seediness.

β€œStrangers In between” is above all a character led piece; the beauty of it lying in the fact it tackles the issues without having to hold up placards. Another sense in which it can be described as a period piece – it revisits a style of theatre that is becoming increasingly rare. The skill is innate, and the audience is allowed to soak up the experience of their own free will with no pointers, extravagant trickery or didacticism. It is an honest, rite-of-passage story, perhaps a little too gentle in its conclusion, but wickedly funny and acute in its observations. A real and rare find that must be seen.

 


STRANGERS IN BETWEEN at the Golden Goose Theatre

Reviewed on 22nd September 2023

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Peter Davies

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

LIVING WITH THE LIGHTS ONΒ  β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…Β  October 2020

HOWERD’S ENDΒ  β˜…β˜…β˜…Β½Β  October 2020

Strangers in Between

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Margot, Dame, The Most Famous Ballerina In The World
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King’s Head Theatre

Margot Dame

Margot, Dame, The Most Famous Ballerina In The World

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed – 17th July 2019

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If allowed to, I think this piece will grow up to match the quality of Macor’s other plays

 


It’s in the title. And it is fundamentally undeniable, which is probably why writer Claudio Macor has separated the dancer from the dance to focus on the lesser known events of Fonteyn’s life. Commissioned to write the piece for the King’s Head Theatre’s annual β€˜Playmill’ festival of new writing, Macor has rightly refused merely to tell us what we already know. Here we see Margot Fonteyn reinventing herself as a cattle rancher, we learn some of the reasons she kept on dancing long after she should have stopped. We get snapshots of her childhood and her relationship with her mother. And at its heart is her marriage to Roberto (Tito) Arias, the serial adulterer and dodgy Panamanian politician.

But at barely an hour long we don’t really feel the pulse of this story. We are, in fact, left wanting it to be massaged into life and given the prospect of a long and healthy future. Even given the limitations of being part of a festival, β€œMargot, Dame” feels underdeveloped. Thankfully we are aided by a back projection informing us when and where we are in the action as the narrative jumps about chronologically. We have fewer pointers, however, to help us decide whether we are watching a comedy or an earnest piece of drama.

Abigail Moore gives an assured portrayal of the eponymous Fonteyn. An unenviable task but she mixes the imposed affectations of the grand dame with the down to earth girl from Reigate. Neat touches such as the origin of her stage name (β€œβ€¦ named after a hairdresser’s on Tottenham Court Road…”) season the exposition with a bit of spice. Fanos Xenofos has more scope for dramatic licence as the husband, β€˜Tito’. It was a complicated relationship, and Xenofos’ performance only occasionally hints at the mystique of the man that Fonteyn had to put up with. After a failed coup to oust the President of Panama, Tito escapes and returns to Peru. Margot is arrested for her involvement in her husband’s botched attempt at gun-smuggling. When Tito was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life after an assassination attempt, Margot uses up all her savings to care for him – one of the main reasons she continued to dance so late into her life.

The story is not so much sidestepped as danced over lightly. It is a fascinating angle on Fonteyn’s life and one that refreshingly avoids the obvious. But, as if worried that the audience might lose interest, director Robert McWhir and choreographer Robbie O’Reilly have shoehorned flourishes of ballet to cover the scene changes and time shifts, which dilute rather than add flavour.

But one mustn’t lose sight of the purpose of the Playmill Festival at the King’s Head, which is a vital platform for new writing. β€œMargot, Dame…” has only two performances in which to reveal its essence. As Fonteyn herself famously said; β€œ… the first night is the worst possible time to make a hard and fast criticism: the baby never looks its best on the day it is born…” If allowed to, I think this piece will grow up to match the quality of Macor’s other plays.

 

Reviewed by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Peter Davies

 



Margot, Dame, The Most Famous Ballerina In The World

King’s Head Theatre until 18th July as part of Playmill New Writing Festival

 

Last ten shows reviewed at this venue:
Carmen | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | February 2019
Timpson: The Musical | β˜…β˜…β˜… | February 2019
The Crown Dual | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2019
Undetectable | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2019
Awkward Conversations With Animals … | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2019
HMS Pinafore | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2019
Unsung | β˜…β˜…β˜…Β½ | April 2019
Coral Browne: This F***Ing Lady! | β˜…β˜… | May 2019
This Island’s Mine | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | May 2019
Vulvarine | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | June 2019

 

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