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KARINA CANELLAKIS CONDUCTS SCHUMANN & BRUCKNER

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Royal Festival Hall

KARINA CANELLAKIS CONDUCTS SCHUMANN & BRUCKNER at the Royal Festival Hall

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“An exhilarating central Scherzo is the highlight of the work”

The symphony orchestra is the apotheosis of classical music. A large number of first-class musicians in their own right – the London Philharmonic Orchestra – unite together to play as one under the keen ears of their Leader Pieter Schoeman and the baton of their Principal Guest Conductor, Karina Canellakis.

This concert by the London Philharmonic Orchestra at the Royal Festival Hall is part of β€˜Moments Remembered’ – an ongoing series of concerts inspired by Jeremy Eichler’s book Time’s Echo in which the author suggests that music is a medium of memory forming a bridge to the past, allowing the listener to connect with things gone by. In which case, this concert takes us back to mid nineteenth century Germany.

It is a traditional symphony concert in its Overture, Concerto, Symphony format; a concert of two halves with the gentle inner passion of Robert Schumann offset by the grandiose fervour of Anton Bruckner (celebrating his bicentenary this year). Schumann’s Overture, Manfred, is music written to accompany Byron’s play – the hero, a wanderer haunted by a committed crime that he cannot remember. The tragic poignancy is well portrayed by the orchestra despite some initial doubts within the ensemble from the horns. Canellakis conducts with spirit and spiky elbows, her exaggerated beat perhaps more than necessary for something so intimate. The violins seated in classical format with the firsts and seconds facing each other sound especially lush during their antiphonal passages. The Concerto swiftly follows with renowned cellist Truls MΓΈrk as the soloist. The work is not a true concerto as such. Three linked movements play without a break and the cello line seems to imitate a vocal song cycle in its melodic movement. MΓΈrk’s playing is delightful. His sonorous and lyrical sound soars through the pared-back orchestral texture – often just string accompaniment. His rich and velvety bass tones are especially pleasing, so deep and unexpected. There are few changes in tempo and despite the markings of β€œnot too fast – slowly – very lively” everything is taken at a rather pedestrian pace, which concentrates on the lyricism of the work rather than the virtuosic. MΓΈrk treats us to an encore treat with a beautiful and poignant rendition of the Sarabande from the Second Bach Suite – staying with the German theme but taking us a further century back in the collective musical memory.

Into the second half of the concert and the orchestra near doubles in size. Bruckner’s Fourth Symphony is a gargantuan work of five movements over an hour in length and Canellakis’ conducting style comes into its own. She provides a clear beat to keep the rousing brass in check and perfectly holds everything together. Titled β€˜Romantic’ the initial programme note for the work talks of misty medieval scenes, chivalric knights and hunting scenes and those images are there for the taking if wanted. Certainly, the horn calls hint at such, in passages which may have kept the soloist awake at nights in anticipation. There are dramatic shades of light and dark, contrasted well, and rousing brass passages. In the second movement it is the viola section that has a rare opportunity to take the limelight, and they are excellent, rising to the occasion in a repeated extended solo with plucked accompaniment from the other strings. An exhilarating central Scherzo is the highlight of the work, the brass again letting rip, before a lengthy final movement summarises what has gone before and ends uncertainly.

The LPO has to delve into an understanding of the German spirit for this programme, something English orchestras often fail to do, but Karina Canellakis is clearly showing them the way and they are looking and sounding great together.


KARINA CANELLAKIS CONDUCTS SCHUMANN & BRUCKNER at the Royal Festival Hall

Reviewed on 30th October 2024

by Phillip Money

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at Southbank venues:

JOYCE DIDONATO SINGS BERLIOZ | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | September 2024
MARGARET LENG TAN: DRAGON LADIES DON’T WEEP | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | May 2024
FROM ENGLAND WITH LOVE | β˜…β˜…β˜…Β½ | April 2024
THE PARADIS FILES | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2022

KARINA CANELLAKIS

KARINA CANELLAKIS

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1984

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UK Tour

1984 at Cambridge Arts Theatre

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“As he twitches and screams, the audience responds with a petrified silence at the horror. It is a deserving accolade for Quartley’s stunning performance”

Marking seventy-five years since the first publication of George Orwell’s sensational dystopian novel, Ryan Craig newly adapts the work for the stage in this production directed by Lindsay Posner.

On entering the theatre, a huge screen at the rear of the stage is projecting images of members of the audience as they take their seats. Initially I am unsure whether the coverage is live or recorded until I am picked out on screen scribbling down these very notes. This is not a playful kiss-cam but something much more sinister: Big Brother is watching you. And if we are in any doubt of this at all the telescreen is in the shape of a giant eye (Justin Nardella designer).

Winston Smith (Mark Quartley) works in the Ministry of Truth where he abets the totalitarian state’s control of the past by rewriting historical records and airbrushing former heroes into insignificance. Dressed in the official uniform of blue overalls and black boots, he already looks worn-out. And he has a secret… despite living under the constant scrutiny of telescreens, spies and informers, he has purchased a vintage journal in which he is writing down seditious thoughts. This is brilliantly portrayed in retrospect, behind gauze at the rear of the stage, almost as a dream sequence.

Winston catches the eye of co-worker Julia (Eleanor Wyld) who proudly wears the red sash, somewhat ironically we will discover, of a member of the anti-sex league (and, therefore, almost certainly not to be trusted, says Parsons). They begin an affair in which their illicit trysts are rare moments of colour in a production in which all else is in different shades of grey. A beautiful projected backdrop of the sun’s rays peeping through into green woodland has an unreal quality about it which emphasises the fantastical nature of their impossible relationship. Julia’s naivete is summed up with her line, β€œThey can’t stop me loving you”, because, of course, they can.

It’s a shock to come back after the interval for Act II. The backdrop is now a huge steel wall, the face of Big Brother faintly etched upon it. Parsons (David Birrell) is lying on the floor of his prison cell, his clothes soiled, his body disabled, his mind broken. It’s a fine performance from Birrell and a brilliant transformation; Parsons’ earlier joy and ebullience replaced with fear and desperation.

Winston’s interrogation is one of the most gruesome scenes I have ever seen on stage. O’Brien (Keith Allen) interrogates with a driving patience, so confident that he will win however long it takes and his suppressed brutality is chilling. Live aerial shots of Winston’s torture are projected onto the back screen as his body is electrocuted again and again. As he twitches and screams, the audience responds with a petrified silence at the horror. It is a deserving accolade for Quartley’s stunning performance.

But there is a limit to how much we can bear and Winston facing up to his ultimate fear in Room 101 is performed in a total blackout. O’Brien’s audio description of the terrors within is almost drowned out by the sounds of Winston’s screams and, despite the blackout, the scene is close to unbearable.

As well as the actors on stage, there are recorded elements from other named characters shown only on screen and the technical aspects of this production are of high importance. With so much going on, both on stage and on the telescreen and with recorded files as well as live camera action, it is sometimes hard to see where to focus the attention.

The necessary abridgment of the text means the love affair between Julia and Winston doesn’t entirely convince, nor the ease with which they commit to betraying themselves to O’Brien. But the production as a whole and Mark Quartley’s performance especially will live long in the memory. As the state continually rewrites the dictionary, removing all unnecessary words from usage, I am only left to say that this production is double-plus-good.


1984 at Cambridge Arts Theatre then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 22nd October 2024

by Phillip Money

Photography by Simon Annand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE HISTORY BOYS | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2024
REBUS: A GAME CALLED MALICE | β˜…β˜…β˜… | September 2024
CLUEDO 2: THE NEXT CHAPTER | β˜…β˜… | March 2024
MOTHER GOOSE | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | December 2023
FAITH HEALER | β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2023
A VOYAGE AROUND MY FATHER | β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2023
FRANKENSTEIN | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2023
THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION | β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2023
THE HOMECOMING | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2022
ANIMAL FARM | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | February 2022

1984

1984

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