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Human movement is far from simple: powerJanuary 11th, 2011 by Alexandra Baybutt
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In today’s news …January 3rd, 2011 by Margaret-Ann Bain
What with rehearsals, Christmas and New Year it’s been a busy period and as a result I have found myself seriously lacking in any awareness of what is going on in the world outside of Picton Place and my house. So having a spare five minutes today I was casually perusing the Guardian website when I stumble upon the list of New Year’s resolutions Jane Martinson has compiled from various well-known women. I was particularly struck by that of Deborah Coles (co-director of the pressure group Inquest) “ As the mother of a 12 year old daughter I hope that the politicisation of young people means being a feminist will no longer be a term of abuse in the playground”.
I first encountered Ibsen’s A Doll’s House as an A-level student within a typical example of one of our country’s many all girl educational institutions ... here being called a feminist in the playground would ... never have happened. Politics and feminism could not have been further from our minds as adolescents in the late 90’s ... at my school anyway, it wasn’t until I was well into my University course that I became properly aware of the theories behind the various feminist movements. What with the economic and political turmoil our country and the wider world has suffered of late it has been reinforced to me just how timely our production and its message may be, as more and more people, the younger generations in particular, are forced to take an interest and fight for their rights as the world changes around them. We have a number of school parties coming to see our production, and I now find myself very much looking forward to the post production Q&A’s, I am hoping we are to be challenged with some very interesting questions by today’s students.
Walk like a man… talk like a manDecember 31st, 2010 by Melissa Woodbridge
The song has been going through my head for the past week or two - mostly since having Ali are genius movement director playing with us. Not in that way. And now.... thanks to Kat's marvellous work, we are suited and booted and raring to go. Having the costume really makes the process of manning up a lot easier - and no, there are no rolled up socks involved!
Mercury Fur – Ready and WaitingFebruary 11th, 2010 by Frances Loy
![]() Photo courtesy of Philip Ridley, taken in final Dress Rehearsal, 09/02/2009 Mercury Fur first night report by Director Frances LoyIt's a terrifying thing, stepping out of your comfort zone. For two and half months our space has been sacred. We played, shared, experimented, failed, picked ourselves back up and started again. We've debated endlessly the merits of choices, discussed and been saddened by research materials, worked our bodies, minds and very souls to breaking point, with a few bruises along the way. And last night, we finally shared it with Outsiders.Our audience members were still in the bar when the actors and I emerged post-show - always a good sign! And the response has been overwhelming, from those who've seen the show before, those who've only read it and (most importantly) those who have had no previous experience of Mercury Fur. Our story is clear, always my massive priority. The space doesn't just suit the work - it adds to the claustrophobic atmosphere with someone even saying this play isn't meant for a traditional theatre - it needs to be seen, warts and all, in this sort of space. Gasps were heard in the right places, a few titters that we can build on - and tears were flowing before the final blackout. We still have work to do, but it's exciting work because it involves every member of the audience who walks through the doors. We've left the safety of our enclosed rehearsals but in laying ourselves bare we can now share the story with the people it was created for, and let it grow in their response. We have stepped outside our comfort zone - we invite you to join us. Buy tickets here Read more about Mercury Fur
I love you so much I could burst into flamesDecember 28th, 2009 by Frances Loy
We await the news that our keys to our new space are awaiting deliverance; after a heart wrenching couple of months in which we turned up to see locks being changed, fought to keep the Christmas Festival going, had an emotional party farewell to 295 Regent Street and carried bar pieces, flats and other huge pieces of wooded contructions up the slippery rickety fire escape stairs in the pouring rain (followed by many beers and heart to hearts), the benevolent Great Portland Estates looked kindly upon us and have offered theatredelicatessen a new home and a new beginning - the DIY/Immersive Experience/Squatter asthetic continues to thrive in London's West End, and we have continued stalwartly with our plans to mount the first major London revival of Philip Ridley's Mercury Fur. I've spent this evening finally finishing the blurb for the flyers, a process that began when I first read, cover to cover, Plays2 by Phil, and is now, categorically, part of the final touches of our marketing plan about to go into overdrive. It's a task that has been difficult to complete until now simply because the play encapsulates so much inside just your own head that you just don't know where to start as a director let alone markteing PR type....and now of course there is FAR TOO MUCH to consider having had read through and two rehearsals with the cast and Phil himself. How do you deal with a play that draws directly from Rwandan Genocide Survivors, that makes a simple read through degenerate into discussion of pre-GSCE kids going into the army as squadies to get a house and to learn to kill in an attempt to keep them from shooting random people in Tottenham, or revisiting images from Bazra and Kabul of macheted heads lined up outside the homes of their owners while restaurant patrons go about their daily lives, and yet another kid in South London stands up to bullying and intimidation and gets a bullet through his skull as thanks. How do you begin to work on a play which forces anecdotes and confessions from a small group of strangers about drugs and sex and less rock more roll and suicide stories and bullying in school and being amazed at an ordinary tube journey turning into an adventure from a Robert Louis Stevenson novel - though clearly riding the Circle Line rather than a boat to a Scottish Island. The thing is Mercury Fur is more about the 9 of us sharing those ideas and ideals than it is about the inevitable comparisons to modern living...the bond we already share, the fear in reviving such an infamous text, the sheer terror in living up to the expectations of the number of people who claim to adore Phil's work, the instant link that sparked between us all in the auditions. It may be a bit far fetched to say we all commit oursleves completely to doing as much as we can to keep the love between us sacred, but an element of fighting for each other and what we believe in, what and who we love must have already been forged for us to jump into the oblivion which will saturate our lives for the next few months. What is it about the human condition that puts us in emotional and physical acts of violence to create and preserve peace and love and at least what we perceive to be worthy of our love and reconciliation? How far will we go for the people we love? Is there a finite, inevitablility about destroying the people we love most in order to save and protect them? You'll just have to come and see the show to find out...in the meantime, the Mercury Fur company have American Hot Pizza and Apocalypse Now hired... |
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