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  It’s Good to be Clever

 

Conservatives for Obama: How many of us are there?

 

Upper Class Twits

 

The Craftiest of Madness

Hamlet, directed by Gregory Doran at the Courtyard Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon.

 

On the Lower Class

 

Embarrassed by Shylock

The Merchant of Venice, directed by Tim Carroll at the Courtyard Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon for the Royal Shakespeare Company.

 

The Task of Filling up the Blanks

Richard Suart and A.S.H.Smyth, They’d None of ’Em be Missed, Pallas Athene, 2008, pp. 192

 

The Fat Man Trying to Get Out

William Shakespeare’s Henry IV Parts I & II directed by Michael Boyd and Richard Twyman for the Royal Shakespeare Company andplaying in repertory at the Courtyard Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon until March 16th.

Hal Becomes Harry

Henry V, directed by Michael Boyd for the Royal Shakespeare Company, in repertory at the Courtyard Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon until March 16th.

 

Magic Moment at Covent Garden

Lear, Tolstoy, Orwell . . . . and Me

Anton and Agoraphobia 


La Vie en “Biopic”


T-Shirt Heads: Six of the Worst


Semi-Secret Heroes: 6 of the Best

The (Royal) Show Must Go On

Some Ado About Something

Days of Significance by Roy Williams. Directed by Maria Aberg at the Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon.


On Mimicry and Creativity

Frost/Nixon by Peter Morgan. Directed by Michael Grandage at the Gielgud Theatre.


The Terrors of the Bear-Garden


Maggie Forever


“Great” TV Drama – Thank God That’s All Over


I’m Hal from Chicago

William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Parts I & II, the Chicago Shakespeare Theater Company, Directed by Barbara Gaines at the Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon as part of the Complete Works Festival, July 6-15, 2006.


Storm of Ideas


A Rant about Wine

.In (Partial) Defence of Yobs

How Evsei Liberman is Running the World


My revolting past


The Costs of Prosperity


There’ll Always Be An England?


The Downhill Stretch

La Vie en “Biopic”


Anton and Agoraphobia 

 

Anton Chekhov, The Seagull, at the Courtyard Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, directed by Trevor Nunn.

       I’m guessing, though based on considerable anecdotal evidence, that Chekhov is the second most produced playwright in the world and also the second most highly esteemed. He has certainly aged better than his Anglophone contemporaries, Shaw and Galsworthy and is ahead by a less clear margin of Ibsen. Purely subjectively – and therefore less speculatively – he certainly occupies second place in my own theatrical memories. Any half-decent production of Chekhov’s rather limited opus seems to create a powerful atmosphere.
       Yet he is in many ways the opposite of Shakespeare whose world is infinitely varied and extensive. With Chekhov we are always in the strangely narrow vastness of nineteenth century Russia, modernising and liberalising, but not quite. We are always at the meeting point of the aristocracy and the intelligentsia and always somehow both claustrophobic and agoraphobic. Whereas half the fun of Shakespeare, particularly the comedies, is that you can experiment with different contexts, which suggest different nuances and emphases, the Chekhov context is rarely changed (like verismo opera), though Brian Friel has adapted some Chekhov – and more Turgenev – to an Anglo-Irish world.

Lincoln Allison

Copyright C Sheen 2005