Compleat Female Stage Beauty

Reviewed by: Waikato Times

Reviewer: Gail Pittaway

Date: 14th August, 2008

Jeffrey Hatcher’s engaging play is ostensibly about the historical period of the restoration of the English monarchy, when Charles II changed the law to allow women to portray themselves onstage. With a focus upon another real figure, Edward Kynaston, a famed depicter of female stage beauty, and his struggle to survive under new theatrical fashions, the play takes us into deeper psychological territory about gender, love, work and identity.

Richard Homan’s Kynaston is edgy, troubled and always compelling. It is a stunning performance and one that is made more so by the outstanding supporting cast that Gaye Poole directs in this university production. Alec Forbes, Graeme Cairns, Moko Smith and Clive Lamdin in particular give rich performances reflecting the beau-monde of the time, while Brendan West’s Charles II is a brilliant comic turn.

The girls get a chance to shine and the final scene of Othello performed by Pip Six as Desdemona is powerful and touching. It’s a fitting climax – artful, theatrical and yet striving to be honest.

Not a play for prudes, it is explicitly sexual in content – but the gorgeous costumes, designed by Cherie Cooke, stay on. This is a triumph for Gaye Poole and the Carving in Ice company.

 

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Reviewed by: Theatreview

Reviewer: Vanessa Byrnes

Date: 19th August, 2008


SHAKESPEARE, SEX & STANISLAVSKY CHANNELLED IN RICH, UGLY, BEAUTIFUL PLAY


Jeffrey Hatcher's delicious Compleat Female Stage Beauty is an eloquent text that provides a distilled, racy reflection on the role of the actor and the birth of acting in the 20th Century. The piece is set in the English Restoration and takes whacking great liberties with history, time, and real figures that are entirely excusable.

It's a fabulous text that has since been made into a feature film with superb performances by Billy Crudup, Claire Danes and Tom Wilkinson under the moniker Stage Beauty. The play follows the fortunes and losses of Edward Kynaston, a male actor who specialized in female roles, as detailed in the witty Samuel Pepys' diary.

Encased by Charles II's decree that women can now play women's roles on the stage, it's a shocking time to be a male actor whose specialty is playing women. The central problem is that entire world if Kynaston (Richard Homan) is defined by what he does but can now no longer do: playing women well.

His rather famous (albeit mannered) Desdemona, which once put bums on seats and brought the house down, has been plagiarised down to the last affected gesture and detail by an actress of arguably limited talent: Mrs. Margaret Hughes (Pip Six).

Kynaston is beaten, robbed, and villified in the street. But it gets worse. Art and life are often intertwined and this loss of identity causes the most pain and confusion for Kynaston. His lover Villiars, Duke of Buckingham (Moko Smith) at first makes love to him only when dressed as a female character, then Villiars leaves him for a real woman.

Once lauded by the burlesque, gender-bending and masque-loving Monarchy, Kynaston is reduced to a drunken parody of his former self, performing in crass booze barns, being groped by anyone who enjoys a rousing dog fight and a flagon of gin. Crikey. He's redundant in every conceivable way.

In the pits of despair, without a welfare state or benefactor to rely on, what's a boy who cross dresses (but can't anymore) to do? It's what we all face at some point in our lives: change. Adapt. Transform into a 'real' and better actor who now understands truth at a deeper level.

Through new eyes, Kynaston channels stage one Method Acting and artfully coaches Margaret Hughes in how to play Desdemona as a 'real' woman in 5.2 from Othello. In doing so, he discovers his own masculinity, his own 'real' Othello. It's a weird historical anachronism that brings Stanislavsky to life way before his time, yet it works terribly well.

Life is art, and vice versa, in this play. Only when we reveal our own deepest selves, the play suggests, can we reveal real truth in art that is known and felt. Only then can we connect with one another in ways that we recognise. Truth can be ugly, or beautiful, but revealing ourselves warts and all is where it's at.

The play is certainly concerned with the nature of acting; what the theatre is, what its values are, how transient and fickle it was and is, and most crucially how we define ourselves in relation to what we do when change itself is the only constant entity. The latter is a key point that bears strong relation to an audience now, in this age of individual employment contracts where labour is disposable, and in an ever-changing world where the basis of our very survival as a species seems unknown.

Now, more than ever, we could look at how our predecessors have adapted to survive. And there are some fabulous parallels both within and without this play that relate history to fiction. Charles II, who was himself exiled for 20 years in Holland, is an unlikely comrade on the topic of abandonment for Kynaston. Nell Gwynn is eventually dumped by Charles II too - "we are not always what we do" - she consoles Kynaston. But somehow this provides little relief. "Was I any good?" - as an actor, a King, a mistress, a lover, a human being - is the question that permeates this play. All strong and valid reasons to mount this play now.

The cast and crew are to be commended for their rendering of this fascinating play, and their passionate commitment to mounting such a work in the fantastic venue that is the WEL Energy Trust Academy of Performing Arts in Hamilton. But Richard Homan's Kynaston is the glue that binds this production together. He is vulnerable, affected, justifiably effeminate and open to the elements that conspire against him. Homan is a talent to watch.

Moko Smith also deserves mention for his certain and sensual Villiars. Homan and Smith are both strong at being affected by others and this is key to making a rollicking yarn such as this really come to life, through empathy and regard for the text.

Long time Hamilton performers/ personalities Alec Forbes (disgruntled Thomas Betterton) and Graeme Cairns (the hapless Sir Charles Sedley) bring equal servings of wit and humour to the production. Brendan West (Charles II) plays well with Jessica Anderson (Nell Gwynn), although I would have expected Gwynn to have a cockney accent.

Pip Six (Margaret Hughes) is restrained at times - this releases to more vulnerability by the final scenes with Kynaston. Louise Blackstock is a rather sweet but shy Maria, but as I questioned her sexual attraction to Kynaston, she seemed to be waiting in the wings for her chance to shine. And a cast of players support the mainstays well.

The staging of this piece relies on prop and set items for each scene, although (despite efforts to the contrary) scene changes do notably hamper the flow of the production. The dynamic of the text moves fast, so I would suggest that the action needs similar volition. Too much time to change sets and props equates to lost energy. A simpler set and prop language would help this challenge enormously. The text itself is a rich enough environment to perform in without the need for extra accoutrements.

Live harpsichord played by several cast members is a terrific touch, and Gaye Poole is to be commended for observing this sensitive but important detail in her direction. Costumes capture the colour and period detail of the times; as a picky aside I wouldn't mind them to be grubbier and more 'worn', like many of the characters. The streets of London look a tad too clean at times. Lighting is well defined and carries the piece with depth. And a strong image brands the production on programmes and posters.

As a general observation I found myself wondering about characters' objectives; applying a Stella Adler or Uta Hagen-inspired approach that the evolved Kynaston himself might call upon, the cast could consider destination as a way of avoiding the inevitable stage cluster. And of course this does away with the need to have props and set pieces to create the ever-changing environments in each scene. A text this clever needs to be met with strong intentions in every moment.

The night I saw the show there was an enthusiastic full house, and the cast answered this buzz. But this is a big puppy of a play to perform; at nearly 3 hours long, pace is an issue, and I would challenge the apparent lack of drive-through at times. However Gaye Poole has chosen an intelligent, vibrant text, and answered it with a company that is equally passionate about it. She and her company are to be supported for tackling this rich, ugly, and simultaneously beautiful play.

ABOUT US

The metaphor of Carving in Ice evokes the transience of theatre. Ice sculptures are crafted by artisans whose sculptures last only for a short while, then melt and disappear. Theatre too is ephemeral in its nature; once the season is completed, the existence of the play, the shapes, sounds, movement in space, the light on actors’ skin disappear from view – but as with ice sculptures the traces of the experience continue to live on in the minds of those who were present.

CONTACT US

Email:
info@carvinginice.co.nz
director@carvinginice.co.nz
publicity@carvinginice.co.nz

 

 

ABOUT US

The metaphor of Carving in Ice evokes the transience of theatre. Ice sculptures are crafted by artisans whose sculptures last only for a short while, then melt and disappear. Theatre too is ephemeral in its nature; once the season is completed, the existence of the play, the shapes, sounds, movement in space, the light on actors’ skin disappear from view – but as with ice sculptures the traces of the experience continue to live on in the minds of those who were present.

CONTACT US

Email:
info@carvinginice.co.nz
director@carvinginice.co.nz
director@carvinginice.co.nz