The starting point is Goyaâs painting, âThe Third of May 1808â, and it is the artistâs vision of the horrors of war that pervades the evening. The starting point is also Goya himself who, as protagonist, watches, paints and comments on the action that leads to the horrifying climax that becomes his canvas. It is a device that is inspired, inventive and ingenious in equal measure.
Condensed into one act running at just over ninety minutes it is an extremely accessible production. There are no pretensions, nor grandiose rhetoric here; it is Musical Theatre. But it is Musical Theatre at its best. Once one has adjusted to hearing different words to the well-known arias, one can savour the flair of Willmottâs lyricism and Teddy Clementsâ musical arrangements. The piano is the only prop, but with Clements at the keys and his musical direction of a uniformly strong cast it sounds symphonic at times.
Carmen holds court over a group of Spanish resistance fighters, led by Blair Gibsonâs scholarly Javier. With a seventeen strong cast the Unionâs space is in danger of becoming cluttered, but Adam Haighâs choreography is as tight as clockwork. Up close the effect is compelling. The pace hits the right tempo throughout as the music weaves between the dialogue. There are a couple of rare, clunky colloquialisms that pop up in the text, but these are swiftly forgotten and they do not succeed in tripping up the flow of the action. Each performer drives their character with a white-knuckled commitment that draws us in and along for the ride.
And so it ends with the painting too. It gives nothing of the story away to reveal that the final scene is a near perfect tableau of Goyaâs artwork. The final line is given to Alexander Barriaâs Goya himself as he steps out of the action and looks at his creation. What he has witnessed, he reveals, is the trigger for his descent into madness and despair. Not so for the audience, however. Despite the grim epigraph, the dynamism of the cast leaves us in a truly upbeat frame of mind.
Goyaâs âThe Third of May 1808â has been described by art historians as possibly âthe first great picture which can be called revolutionary in every sense of the word, in style, in subject, and in intentionâ. Although it would be perhaps too grand to describe this interpretation with equal fervour, it is unquestionably â in style, in subject, and intention â a revelation, if not quite revolutionary. This is a show for everyone, and I urge everyone to see it, before the run ends. Although Iâm sure that wonât be the end of the road. This musical has to either extend or transfer to a larger space.
“a master class in casting: without exception, each actor has total command over the text”
It is hard to believe that âHeartbreak Houseâ was written almost a century ago. First performed in 1920 on the English stage, George Bernard Shawâs text is permanently relevant, which is what makes it a âclassicâ. It is just as entertaining and pertinent as we approach the âtwentiesâ of the new millennium.
This pitch-black comedy is the first of the Union Theatreâs 2018 Essential Classics series, presented by the Phil Willmott Company, dedicated to topical productions in which issues tackled by great playwrights and composers of the past reflect on todayâs world. George Bernard Shaw subtitled his work âA Fantasia in the Russian Manner on English Themesâ. Ostensibly he is paying homage to Chekhov, though there are more nods towards Wilde or Ibsen here. Yet, in my mind, it surpasses both with its intrinsic sense of danger, intrigue and fascination.
From the outset we realise we are in for something special. Justin Williamsâ and Jonny Rustâs set is a masterpiece in its own right. As a result, expectations are indeed raised, though it is safe to say that, under Phil Willmottâs direction, they are well and truly sustained throughout. This is a master class in casting: without exception, each actor has total command over the text. They handle the rhythm of Shawâs dialogue with the skill of virtuoso musicians.
It seems unfair, though space dictates it, to single out individual cast members. The entire troupe deserves a mention. This is that rare piece of theatre where, during the whole two hours, not once does one think that we are watching actors playing their part on a stage. They are the characters. And one really does care for them. Behind the razor sharp wit, the biting aphorisms and the cynicism, it is clear that each character does have a heart. This is testament to the performances, not just to the writing. The audience inhabits their world, albeit a world drifting towards disaster.
Shaw depicts a cultured leisured Europe before the war; the deceptions and meaningless pursuits of England’s ruling class, and the divide between rich and poor. Throw in the talk and fear of pending war â it might have easily been written about todayâs world: âIs this England or a mad house?â asks one of the characters. Yes â there is an underlying message, even a warning, that George Bernard Shaw is drumming home. But he was acutely aware of the notion that the best way to get your message across is to entertain.
And, boy, are we entertained.
If this is a taste of what is to come throughout the season at the Union we are in for a treat.