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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.

Re: The Earnestness of Being Impotent

Sat, 17 July 2004, 08:23 am
Walter Plinge
Just to clear up a few points:

Kurtis is spelt with a "K". Just FYI.

The request to avoid mudslinging was not because I fear it being slung at me, but purely because I consider public flame wars the height of self indulgence, and I've always found it incredibly tedious and pathetic of anyone to insist on making such public.

It was not my intention to hide - the name was an idle reference, in keeping with the endless wordplay surrounding the name of the piece in question. I was operating under the assumption that I would have been seen and recognised when I attended the production.

I will not comment on my motives. Once again, not because I fear backlash, but because such comment provokes response, which would only serve to exacerbate the flames. Anyone who wishes to discuss my motives or my opinions with me is more than welcome to e-mail me privately, as previously posted.

My review had nothing to do with my - peripheral at best - involvement with Husband. End of story. Anyone who wishes to continue with this absurd speculation is of course free to do so, but I will not again lower myself to responding.

The review - whether my intrepid readers choose to believe me or not is immaterial - was actually not intended to be so insulting as it obviously was. It was intended to be read with tongue firmly planted in cheek. No, it was not a possitive review, but that does not mean that it was meant to offend and upset. I am more than willing to concede that it may well have come across as being far more offensive than intended, but I make no apology for my opinions. Nor for posting. The apology I make is for not reading my own words more carefully, and more precisely guaging the effect they might have on readers with a less robust sense of personal ego than myself.

I am aware that some will take what I have just said as further insult. That is unavoidable. Others will chosse to see it as a recapitulation, or a vain attempt to save face. It is none of the above.

But you are all most certainly entitled to your opinions.

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The Impotence of Seeing ErnestWalter Plinge14 July 2004
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