Catch 22 Interview

Catch – 22 is running at The Biscuit Factory from November 12th – 16th. Tickets availble from: https://theegtg.com/2019/08/30/catch-22/

Building on their reputation for plunging head-first into tricky productions, Edinburgh Graduate Theatre Group seem in safe hands with Hannah Bradley, whose directorial debut won her an award from the Scottish Community Drama Awards One-Act Festival. Taking Joseph Heller’s satirical text into Edinburgh’s The Biscuit Factory, Catch-22 sees Captain John Yossarian desperately evading the prospect of battle, but finds that regardless of anything – there is always a catch.

Edinburgh Graduate Theatre Group’s Hannah Bradley was kind enough to dedicate time to discuss thoughts on a favourite of hers and the decisions behind its inclusion in EGTG’s 2019 repertoire:

Corr: So, we’ll get the obligatory question out of the way: Heller’s text is a classic, but let’s be honest, complicated. For you, why Catch – 22? Why a satirical-war drama?

Bradley: I love it. I genuinely love Catch-22, it’s up there as one of my favourite stories. I think the first time I read it I was fourteen, the copy of which I stole from my school library, so it says property of *redacted* on the inside cover. It’s likely why no one else in the school managed to read it.

Corr: Why is this something EGTG decided they wanted to undertake? With multiple incarnations, adaptations, not to mention to recent Channel 4 series – why now?

Bradley: It’s difficult because I don’t necessarily think anything in the story says it has to be done now, it’s more about how the story works all the time. That was the thing for me, it seems timeless, and I’m a bit of a Neo-Marxist, so Heller’s commentary on bureaucracy has only appealed to me as I’ve grown. I read it so many years ago, but that idea of getting tied up in red-tape, especially as a ‘millennial’ and not being able to rent a house in Edinburgh, or security, so all fo these ideas and issues which Heller puts forward seem relevant to me. The dull answer is EGTG supported me in my first directing foray, which was the play written by my great-Grandfather, which came third in the SCDA one-act festival

I feel you should have a connection with what you’re directing, and I didn’t have much of a connection to anything as much as this.

…and because they supported me last year, it was natural to do something in return for them this year. So, I wanted to do something with the group, and I was just looking at all of my favourite authors like Joseph Heller, Mikhail Bulgakov – you nearly got The Cabal of Hypocrites. And this one felt right. 

Corr: Now previously, you’ve also performed in pieces for EGTG, directing in this one, is this the passion project? Or are you a performer at heart?

Bradley: I think I’m changing because this is only the third production I’ve directed, I can’t say for certain, I can’t say it’s my only passion – my true passion is theatre, which is a really schmaltzy answer, isn’t it? 

Corr: We all trade in schmaltz here.

Bradley: I’ve performed for so long, that’s what I know, so I’m discovering directing, and I’m loving it. It’s amazing. 

Corr: How long have you been performing?

Bradley: Well, I was a dancer when I was four. Tap, Jazz and a little bit of country – Scottish. Then I did some theatre, took a break for around twelve years, and it was when I met my partner and discovered we had both done Youth Theatre and figured it would be a fun hobby for us both to have. We auditioned for a Fringe show, he got cast….

Corr: And you didn’t

Bradley: I did not. I didn’t speak to him for two weeks. Then I asked if there was a way to be involved, they offered me a role as stage manager and I discovered that I had a skill being backstage, I had a forte for it. So I stage-managed a couple of productions, I A.D’d a couple, and now I’ve directed a few.

Corr: Now, EGTG doesn’t fall into the categories which other companies do. You don’t go for ‘safe’ (Bradley: Yup) arguably marketable, so how as a group do you feel when productions such as these begin, Apprehensive, Enthusiastic? 

Bradley: Everyone is enthusiastic. So, I’m also part of the committee – we’ve got loads who are involved who are ambitious, and we all have different tastes. For example, we did All About My Mother last year, and it was only the second staging since it was originally done in 2011. We’ve done a couple of amateur U.K Premieres of productions for the States, for example, we performed August Osage County five years before Dundee Rep did. I think it’s down to the ambition of the people involved in the group, and we’re lucky that we have such history behind us, and it’s been developed so well that we’re able to take such risks. So we have an audience, a fan-base and following, we also have the collateral, quite frankly, to support that. By no means large, we have roughly 70 years-worth which helps. We like to do shows no one else is doing.

Corr: Which is why it’s been working for so long

Bradley: We did The LadyKillers a few years ago, I was the parrot. I thought I had been cast for my dulcet – BBC tones, but no, it was just because I was a good Cockney Parrot. We’re all doing this because we love it, and these people have really good taste.

Corr: What’s been the difficulties in directing this piece, have you taken any liberties, artistic licensing?

Bradley: Well, one of the things that we’re doing, is that we’re presenting it in thrust, and one of the most difficult things in directing this time around is ensuring a good show from all angles. It meant in early rehearsals I was focusing on if I could see everyone, and if I needed performers to be two-inches to the left. That’s been quite difficult, focusing on the structure of the show, because I’ve given myself this challenge of doing it with an audience on three sides. And of course learning people’s characters names, because there’s so many of them… there’s forty. We couldn’t cut them, we’re not able to cut the script, Heller’s estate wouldn’t allow this, but they were keen on us staging the show – they got back to us in minutes. So yeah, forty characters -14 actors.

We upped the number of women, Heller gives a suggested list of 10 men and 2 women, but we wanted more female representation. So many of the female performers have dual parts, forming a chorus.

Corr: It’s quite a small cast for such a large-character base. Is everyone rising to the challenge?

Bradley: Everyone has risen well, thankfully not everyone is putting on an American accent, even though it’s an American play. I feel Heller’s writing, particularly as a satire, lends itself to British humour well. It’s a fictional squadron based in Italy. And had you asked fourteen Scottish actors to develop four or five American accents 

Corr: They’d have turned on you quite quickly.

Bradley: Yeah, whereas if you say to them, you’ve got these characters – use your body and voice, use your full ability to create four distinct characters. So when you come onstage people know exactly who you are. It’s very much down to the actor, they’ve all created clear-cut characters, and I think that because it’s a satire, you don’t have to be flat, you can be bigger. There are some outrageous accents, which work so well, we don’t need to shoe-horn ourselves into things anymore.

Corr: So, The Biscuit Factory. Very different venue, it isn’t a traditional stage format.

Bradley: It’s grungy, which I feel works very well (Corr: Did you deliberately choose this?) I did, I didn’t look at many venues. Historically we have a relationship with the Roxy, but I had this mad idea where I wanted to stage it inside a plane.  

Corr: Not mad at all, not entirely sure how the budget would have coped…

Bradley: I started to look into cellar spaces, so underneath the Bongo Club, but Underbelly come along in August and… well. So, unfortunately, we couldn’t secure those, a shame with the Anderson shelter structure that you find beneath Edinburgh. I was going to put a propeller at the rear of the stage, which would have acted as an exit/entrance, that’s now evolved into this idea of sitting inside the nosecone of a B-25, with that indicative windowed bomber seat. So, this should feel like the play, and the audience is taking place in miniature. It should feel industrial, it should feel claustrophobic. 

Corr: I’ll make sure to let people know to dress comfortably.

Bradley: And to wrap up warm.

Corr: Speaking of wrapping up, I’ll give you the freedom to answer why, in November, with so much going on, what should bring people in?

Bradley: Because it isn’t Christmas yet. Because it’s really f**king good. The actors are incredible. I have no right to have managed this cast, they’re trusting me with this. Yes, it’s community theatre but one-third of the cast are working actors, another third has been doing this longer than I’ve been alive. They bring all of this experience with them and the final third are doing this because they genuinely love it. They’re in the story as much as I am, as much as the audience is. It’s funnier than George Clooney’s series as well. They wanted to make a Hollywood drama, that’s not what it is. We bring the satire back. We tried to invite him to see it, but sadly we couldn’t get in touch with him. 

Corr: How Rude. 

Tickets for the event can be purchased direct from EGTG’s website: https://theegtg.com/tickets/

Cabaret – The Festival Theatre

Music & Lyrics by John Kander and Fred Ebb

Book by Joe Masteroff

Directed by Rufus Norris

Madame’s & Monsieur’s you are cordially invited to Berlin’s it Kit Kat Klub, a den of iniquity, vice and never a virtue. Life has always been a Cabaret: it’s bombastic, emotional and contains just a few surprises, with fewer welcome ones. Joe Masteroff’s book, a play made in 1966 has been cast into the minds of many for the Liza Minnelli film of the seventies – when in reality its nuances, symbolism and staggering beauty lies on the stage.

The remnants of the First World War are still a struggle for the German people of the Weimar Republic in the late 1920s and early ’30s. Arriving into the mix is Cliff Bradshaw, an American writer who befriends choice individuals during his stay at Fraulein Schneider’s small apartment. Taking up an invitation to the Kit Kat Klub, a Kabaret club which epitomises the struggles of the German people and rise of the Nazi party, with select clues for those looking beyond the enticing men and woman, Bradshaw encounters Ernst Ludwig, a German man retrieving various goods from Paris during ‘business’ trips. Above it all, a young chipper Brit, Sally Bowles, captivates any who cross her path.

Approaching act two, illusionary parables fade as a metaphorical context becomes evident, gathering momentous emotion, particularly painful ones, as Partridge collapses from the Emcee, – Jester-King of Cabaret to a fallen idol, an example of the times ahead for the Kit Kat Klub, Germany and Europe. As subtle shades become prominent, the gasps of realisation are nothing of the eventual shuddering imagery of the climax. With the Third Reich rising, Emcee and Sally’s worlds begin to fold in on themselves, a deafening thud of brutality about to echo into the night.

What refuses to fall, is Javier De Frutos’ choreography, for what use is a Klub bar with such sumptuous performers without a little dancing? And while an emphasis may principally focus on burlesque numbers, hypnotically risqué and raunchy, the numbers build in gravitas with less push for humour, and more in syncronising strong-footed movements. Captivating, Kara Lily Hayworth, the entirety of the ensemble cast and John Partridge bring together pin-point accurate movement with the production’s infamous soundtrack.

The production’s vocals are human, not quite as polished as a cast-recording maybe, but what this means is performers such as Anita Harris provides humanity to their numbers like So What? Lyrical construction by Fred Ebb is metaphorically haunting, just as much as his catchy show-girl numbers are extravagant in excess. No, numbers Tomorrow Belongs To Me and reprisals of Wilkommen are excellently written, well composed against John Kander’s ridiculously infectious score, are harrowing in their place within the production.

Absent from the abhorrent future the members of the Klub face, Sally Bowles has her trials, though Lily Hayworth’s momentous return to the venue with Cabaret, the titular number, is the blow-out number of the evening. Bowles is a pixyish character, far from our protagonist, with only Harris and James Paterson’s utterly enrapturing Herr Schultz taking this crown, she is a key focus for the show. Lily Hayworth is playful with just enough sting to keep our interest without over-playing the role. She channels Minnelli (it’s impossible not too) but equally makes the part her own, layering on the English-girl trapped in Germany with gusto. Her emotive control of vocals means that even scenes where perhaps there is a lacking tension, are made in waves of talent.

Master of ceremonies, and mischief-maker to the stars, The Emcee is as revoltingly unnerving to watch as they are mesmerically alluring. Thoroughly unpleasant, John Partridge finds infinite sinful delight in the role, turning who should be an out-right antagonist into the principal player. His spider-like movements reflect his knowledge of the strings to pull. That is of course, excluding the rising black eagle which the Emcee seems to feign ignorance of. Partridge’s control is precise, managing to stir the audience into obeying his ever demeaning, domineering command for attention, praise and all they receive in return is the finger, or if we’re lucky a wink. Behind the double-digits of false lashes, the precise choreography and elaborately delicious The Money Song, there are two instances of Partridge’s considerable ability to shock, terrorise and stir poignancy: Tomorrow Belongs to Me and Cabaret’s closing moments.  

Silence in the theatre is deafening, it is either the maker of production or its sentence. No claps or shrill whistles, an audience halted in their jubilant celebrations of Cabaret as reality rears its vulgar presence. This is what the narrative has been building towards, a sinister viper lurking beneath the glitz, awaiting its moment. Its framing is monumentally heart-breaking. The cold bodies, lining against a wall, the eventual downpour, a reminder of Europe’s all too recent history, and the atrocities never to be forgotten.

Tragically, this is where the near-perfection of Cabaret stumbles, in the tonal shifts and merger of the three plot threads. Charles Hagerty does a fine job with an underwritten role, but the delivery lacks charisma. His undertones of battling with his sexuality, his confrontations with the brown-shirts all feel for not when his attitudes towards Bowles and his lacking presence all work against rooting for the character, Hagerty unable to overcome this dislike is sadly swept aside for far more engaging characters. 

And what characters this production has to its name, that the occasional weak link cannot break the behemoth’s chains of excitement. The Cabaret bars of Berlin, where a dying light as oppression grew, hiding from a political wallop on apathy and totalitarianism. Burying their heads in scuzzy hedonism, a hammer looming overhead, Norris’ touring production of Cabaret is a near-perfect sensationalist piece, with a deep social bite to complement its bark.  

Cabaret Runs at Edinburgh Festival Theatre until November 9th: https://www.capitaltheatres.com/whats-on/cabaret

Photo Credit – The Other Richard

Acosta Danza Evolution ft. Carlos Acosta – Festival Theatre

Principle Artistic Direction by Carlos Acosta

Dance doesn’t solely comprise movement, while the central aspect in a medium without voice, the ability to communicate with an audience through rhythm, music, construct and the beauty of abstract storytelling is paramount. Acosta Danza Evolution is the future of the industry, illustrating their imaginative capabilities with four pieces which, while sharing mirthful talent and passion, couldn’t be more different from one another.

Playing to their narrative strengths, Acosta retells less-recognisable stories. With the playwrighting and choreography of Adrian Silver, Sidi Larbi Cheraoui or Steven Brett, it places audiences on an even keel. Those familiar with dance may have advantages understanding technique, but there is such fresh material from the company that a sense of wonder pervades over veterans just as much as those new to the art form. Dance companies take chances to survive, or risk fading into pleasant, though archaic formats. Acosta Danza Evolution takes conceptual versatility and launches it into the air – rarely, has such amalgam of unique concepts found themselves on the same stage. From the magenta ribbons of zen-like trances, into deep haunting woodlands’ interpretations, and then to the tie-baring rockers of the Rolling Stones’ Lady Jane or Sympathy for the Devil.

Light and shade are mere toys for the artistry on show, bending the resolute which defy traditional movement, particularly for this evening’s triumphs – Satori and Faun. Never has human touch felt so valuable, given a place at the peak of the sensory exhibition as performers meld into one another’s rhythm. Two dancers, one flow, it’s staggering the synchronicity they accomplish – not only with each other but with the score. A composition which echoes the backdrop for Faun, an uncomfortable mixture of unease, yet natural wonder. A woodland setting, with a blanketing fog concealing something hidden in the distance.

Concise in colour, hypnotic in construct, designers Angelo Alberto, Karen Young, Hussein Chalayan and Marian Bruce highlight dancers with precision, straying from flash or morbid displays of tactless shades. Where utilising colour, such as the crimson trim of a dress, an injection of flavour, it’s acutely painful to consider how much thought is in the ideas process of design choices, which work subtle splendours and draw attention. Nowhere is this clearer than a simple magenta skirt, which echoes the Cuban tones of a Zapateo or Salsa. It is in the same performance, where Zeleydi Crespo’s attitude, form and costume conjures an early-Grace Jones stance of female authority. Her movements proud, strong with a paradoxical delicacy in footing.

Fiercely proud, Acosta Danza fuses their Cuban steps with pigeon-foots of Swedish, Eastern Germany, Russia and predominately European dance movement, with an obvious dash of ballet for good measure. With roots in African and Cuban dance, there’s an intensity to all four of these evenings performances, but they couldn’t be further apart in emotional context or choreography. The gravity-Morpheuslike defiance of Satori is in polar opposition to the grounded, rocker ballad battle of the sexes that is the celebration of modern music RoosterSatori’s study of stagnation, momentum through choreography are only complimented with the original score from Pepe Gavilondo’s combination of mesmerising folk, strikes against the electronic acoustics.

In 2020, Carlos Acosta will succeed David Bintley as artistic director of the Birmingham Royal ballet, gracing this evenings production with a performance. Acosta and fellow dancers stitch a needle-like precision of ballet steps, tempering them with club movements, balancing a comedic narrative throughout Rooster, demonstrating how lucky the company will be in the coming years.

Acosta Danza Evolution showcases its namesake profoundly: evolution. Paying tribute to the origins of movement, the bedrock of and African and European dance, unearthing them, throwing them to the winds to watch which will flutter into renewed life. If you have had the pleasure of seeing dance in a form such as this, it is enviable – for Acosta Danza stand apart from various troupes as innovative, bold, and yet offer a profoundly humorous approach to the art which feels akin to family. It may seek to convey mysticism, zen and even abject fear, but couldn’t be further from a welcoming atmosphere. It cannot be stated enough; whether a veteran twinkle-toes or cursed with two left feet, Evolution will enthral you.

Acosta Danza Evolution runs until November 2nd at Festival Theatre Edinburgh, and then continues on tour: http://www.acostadanza.com/en/

Photo Credit – Enrique Smith Soto, Yuris Norido and Panchito Gonzles