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The Impotence of Seeing Ernest

Wed, 14 July 2004, 10:41 pm
Walter Plinge20 posts in thread
In my time as a theatre goer, I have read some particularly scathing reviews. I have also observed how little good they do, and subsequently vowed never to fall into the trap of writing such myself.

Consequently, I shall stick to the positives.

Firstly, I was very impressed with the versatility of some of the cast members, as well as the obvious political clout of the Director. I watched and listened in stunned and gratified amazement as first one player then another demonstrated the scope of their capabilities. First Gwennie astonished us all with her ability to switch seemingly at will between a high-falutin', plum-in-the-mouth upper-class English accent and a flat ocker drawl. Then, quick as a wink, she would drop into a fascinating rendition of the famous Monty-Python-esque Frenchman, so beloved of comedy fans around the globe. Before I knew it, she had stunned us all yet again, by bringing that well loved South African figure, Dr Rudy, to the fore, for a couple of quick, snappy oneliners, before reverting to a marvellous rendition of the Lady Bracknell herself.

As a long time Red Dwarf fan, I'm certain you can all imagine my delight on hearing the inimicable Lister being channelled through the otherwise unlikely vessel of dear Cecily.

And my joy, as I'm sure you would expect, knew no bounds when I realised that somehow, someone had managed to convince Mrs Doubtfire to perform the role of Lady Bracknell.

Further examples of the mind-boggling versatility of the performers abounded throughout, all tied together rather pleasingly by the repetition of "orfen" and "orf", to give a continuity of dialogue heretofore unheard of in community theatre.

Some truly gorgeous character notes were to be seen. Algernon Montcrief displayed his disdain for the travails of his servants admirably, by the simple expedient of repeatedly sitting on his coattails. Of course, I was very nearly rapturous when I realised that the butler was unshaven because Algie never told him to shave!!! Algie was so obviously oblivious to the underlings that surrounded him that he simply never even noticed the full, bushy and rather artistically unkempt beard his manservant was displaying. My ecstacy nearly overcame me at this point, and I was forced to leave the auditorium briefly.

I must also commend the back stage crew - it is a thankless task, and it was lovely to be able to hear the sound of the set being constructed from scratch between acts one and two. It lends a deliciously "behind the scenes" sort of feel to the whole production.

Last, but certainly not least, I offer my heartfelt thanks to the Director of this masterpiece. I am something of a student of theatre, and as you may or may not be aware, the position of director is actually a relatively new one. I felt a warm glow or reminiscence growing within me, to see a production that had been directed in the old style, with little or no interference from someone external to the performers themselves, thus allowing the cast members the deep satisfaction and pleasure of fumbling their way through the experience, whistling all the while, but preserving the integrity of their own personal vision in the face of any and all adversity.

Another aspect, with regards to the overall style of the piece, which I feel is noteworthy - I have had the pleasure of seeing Ernest before, and have never had the opportunity to actually catch everything that was said, frequently due to my own laughter, and that of the audience. I am pleased to share that I did not experience this distraction at all, and was thus able to appreciate everything that Oscar had written in full - or at least the majority of it. It was certainly clear to me that the cast had read the script, and were by and large reasonably familiar with not only the overall plot of the play, but the actual text as well.

All things considered, a delightful evening. I feel that my life has been enriched. Of course, I am unable to comment on anything after the beginning of second intermission, as I found I had a vital appointment with a radio documentary on the current socio-political situation in Bangladesh, which I was of course anxious to miss.

Ernestly seeking Oscar

Sun, 18 July 2004, 10:15 am
Walter Plinge
FOUR STARS for Ernest and his turmoils.

As a long time member only of the audience (at Marloo, Kads and a few other places around the town,) I have to say how much I enjoyed the performance last night.

Old as I am, I have spent too much time in the practical world of work and service to others. Now, in my latter years, I have stumbled - no, I have been led by those near and dear to me, into the wonderful world of the compulsory audience. The past two years have been so much fun!

From South Pacific to One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. Nunsense, Guys & Dolls, WASO, A Day on the Green, Oklahoma - the menu is highly varied, and can range from bland to very spicy. To my great joy, last night I experienced for the first time (I am almost ashamed to admit it) the wit, the elegance, the satire that is Oscar Wilde.

Little did I know of him - except that his reputation well preceded him and probably led me to avoid him at all costs! What a loss - to me!

And what great casting Douglas has made. Ernest by name (eventually) and so "ernest" in his presentation. It is little wonder that name stirs the elegant, cultured and brittle intending brides, Cecily and Gwendoline. Algie has that wonderful classic profile that speaks of a young man who could never do anything well, except to Bunbury. I am sorry I missed him as Dorian, for I feel he would have been outstanding. And Lady Bracknell - Victorian to the last cup of tea and cucumber sandwich.

As always, there are Douglas's own little touches that make even a classic play like Ernest his own. Tweedledum and Tweedledee as maids? Well down.

I do not care for smart 'satire'. It is not really clever and certainly always intended to hurt. I am inspired by the audacity of amateur theatre - to choose to expose oneself to possible public ridicule; to work for weeks and weeks in rehearsal; to invest so much time and energy; to be prepared to give up so much of themselves so that we - the compulsory audience - can have so much pleasure, being entertained by you.

If you have not seen this show, I ernestly urge you to seek it out. You will not be disappointed.

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The Impotence of Seeing ErnestWalter Plinge14 July 2004
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