Imagine any Roald Dahl novel, Matilda say or the BFG, what’s the picture that immediately appears in your mind? Chances are it’s one of the distinctive illustrations by Quentin Blake who’s longstanding collaboration with Dahl not only brought those stories to life in his uniquely simply style, but for many of us, more than 30 years after they were written, remains the definitive picture of those characters. The primary images we have of The Witches, The Twits, George’s cantankerous grandma and many others are in our minds because Quentin Blake put them there.
The House of Illustration is a new exhibition space close to King’s Cross Station that celebrates the artistry of those who have designed pictures to accompany children’s books. Neighbouring the relocated Central St Martins campus overlooking Regents Canal, its inaugural exhibition quite rightly celebrates Quentin Blake and his many decades of work. Although this is a very small space, just three rooms, there’s quite a lot packed in which gives an interesting insight into the process of illustrating and how Blake works with the writer to enhance the text of the book.
The first room is decorated with Blake’s images and has one cabinet explaining in cartoon form, of course, what an artist must think about when illustrating a new piece. This is a clever way to introduce you to the thought processes including which parts of the text to draw and how to get across the key story points, issues or emotions. Each part of the exhibition includes explanatory labels which Blake has written to help the viewer understand more about his working style – this is a nice touch because you then end up with a direct connection to the pieces on display rather than how they’ve been interpreted by a curatorial team.
Most of the work is in the second (and main room), with each wall or display case dedicated to an original artwork and sketches from a particular book that Blake has illustrated since the 1970s. These include two of Dahl’s books – Danny the Champion of the World and The Twits – as well as his own creations. The Dahl pieces were carefully chosen to highlight the contrasting styles that an illustrator may need to use; The Twits is more grotesque, cartoonish and silly to reflect the pantomime-nature of the book, whereas for Danny, Blake used a more realistic style to enhance the warmth and familiarity of that story. In both cases we get to see a number of pieces from the books which clearly underline this point about the illustrators’ skill in first selecting what to draw and then carefully suggesting the tone of the book.
This is perfectly demonstrated in the final room dedicated to Michael Rosen’s Sad, depicting his own grief at the death of his eighteen-year old son. First we get to see the email Rosen sent to his publishers with the text for a potential book, written like a prose poem, which in itself is extremely moving. But then, around the room, are Blake’s interpretations of those feelings and descriptions of grief which both hammer home the crucial role of the illustrator and pack an enormous emotional punch at the end of this exhibition. Particular images linger in the mind, including Rosen’s description of sadness being all around him, which Blake depicted as a hunched Rosen against an imposing and overwhelming grey backdrop, where you can almost feel the emotion pressing down on him. Or the last picture of Rosen alone by a single lighted candle. These ensure you go home knowing that the pictures in children’s stories aren’t just pretty things to have, but a core means of conveying particular messages in a way that’s both visually appealing and quite affecting.
Although there’s a good amount of Blake’s work here, including his reimagining of Voltaire and accompanying images for David Walliams’s The Boy in the Dress, this is still a rather small exhibition which you can cover in about 30 minutes. Honestly, I was expecting there to be other work to see as well especially as the advertising hoardings on the walk from King’s Cross show lots of other artists’ work so I was expecting some permanent galleries in addition to the exhibition space. But if you go with that in mind, you’ll enjoy a chance to understand more about the process of illustration, and the man whose images will remain the definitive picture of many of our favourite childhood characters.
Quentin Blake: Inside Stories is at the House of Illustration until 2 November 2014. Entrance is £7.00 but a number of concessions are available.
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First published on The Public Reviews website.
There will be quite a few versions of Richard III in the coming months; since finding the body in the car-park last year, and now that the courts have decreed the he’ll be interred in Leicester, interest in Shakespeare’s play has increased. Sherlock colleagues Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch will both present their interpretations in the coming months – Freeman at the Trafalgar Studios and Cumberbatch as part of the BBC’s Hollow Crown TV film series. Add to that Mark Rylance’s critically acclaimed production at the Globe and Apollo last year, you would be forgiven for feeling a little overloaded with interpretations of the controversial Yorkist monarch.
While Freeman’s has received some fairly negative reviews both for the setting and central performance, the Iris Theatre’s new version, beautifully staged in the church and gardens of St Paul’s in Covent Garden is not one to miss. The play begins with the Battle of Tewkesbury in which the York brothers – Edward, George and Richard – defeat King Henry VI and kill his son. Edward becomes King and all is seemingly right with the world. Behind the scenes however, Richard is slowly and designedly removing those who block his path to the throne, starting with the old King, but soon dispatching his own brothers, his wife and most infamously, his nephews, before assuming the crown for himself.
The role of Richard is not an easy one, being almost entirely devoid of subtlety or remorse for his killing spree. Unlike other famous Shakespearean assassins who are often innocent or loyal until their lust for power corrupts and thereby destroys them, Richard is villainous from the start so the character doesn’t move much beyond that state. David Hywel Baynes takes this fairly flat villain and rather brilliantly gets the audience on his side, by drawing on the humour of Richard’s duplicity, first wheedling and pleading with key players, then mocking them to the audience. It’s also a very charismatic and physical performance; Richard’s deformity is not just expressed through the standard hump and bound hand, but in a squirmy, tensed quality throughout his whole body emphasising the supressed mania of Richard’s character.
The rest of this small company take on multiple roles and genders, which seems more a pragmatic decision about managing the various characters than a political statement. Mark Hawkins’s Queen Margaret is particularly astonishing, dressed like an extra from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, full of terrifying venom and screaming curses, yet it absolutely worked. Nick Howard-Brown as George, Duke of Clarence delivered a heartfelt final speech before he was dunked in vat of wine, and Sam Donnelly was notable in the dual role of King Edward and Lord Stanley. The rest of the company was rather less memorable, however and it wasn’t always easy to keep track of who they were.
One of the most remarkable aspects of this production is the staging, taking place in various locations around the church. This is very well managed by director Daniel Winder, with characters taking the audience naturally from the steps of the church, which forms the main location, to scenes among the trees and rose beds of the gardens, as well as into the church itself. Sound, by Filipe Gomes, is also used very cleverly to enhance the atmosphere, not just music, but creaking doors and echoes suggesting the Tower of London, and the clatter of horses and clashing swords in the battle scenes. Plenty of seats are provided so there is very little standing, which at over three hours including interval is an important element.
Seeing Shakespeare in the open air is always a very different experience and in the grounds of St Paul’s – ‘The Actors’ Church’- it feels particularly special, whilst the final scene inside the church is a powerful spectacle. This production is innovatively staged and gripping to watch, with an excellent central performance that almost has you rooting for him. There may be a lot of Richard’s to see this year, but the charm of this one is going to be hard to beat. It ends on Friday so see it while you can.
Richard III runs until 25 July at St Paul’s Church in Covent Garden and tickets start at £12.
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What constitutes a hero? Is it the man who fashions an extensive empire, defeating all in his path, but brings despotic rule to his own people who love him nonetheless, or the man who kills his friend, a supposed tyrant, for the sake of personal honour and social freedom? This dilemma is at the heart of the Globe’s exciting new version of Julius Caesar, examining whether individuals are at the mercy of fate or should accept responsibility for complying in their own subjugation.
Do we then sympathise with Caesar, who has made Rome great before being murdered in the most brutal fashion by those he trusted, or with Brutus, somewhat unwittingly coerced into this act by those with lesser motives, but which he thinks will protect the essential democracy of the state? Yet, even noble deeds have powerful consequences and the conspirators soon discover they have no control over the events they unleash, nor over the perception of those actions. With an angry mob to abate, the murder of Caesar leads to war with consequences that threaten the very Republic they hoped to defend.
At the heart of the play is Brutus, played by Tom McKay, whose decision to join the plot against his former friend and the effect this has on his honour and conscience, drive the action forward. McKay’s Brutus is a somewhat cold figure, who speaks often of his principles but seems almost unmoved by the events around him. The early scenes where Brutus wrestles with his conscience are perhaps the weakest, but McKay is excellent in the second half, bringing out the character’s greater sense of purpose at war, tempered with moments of regret and a sad realisation of how his actions have failed the Republic.
His counterpoint is Cassius, a fiery zealot who is the engineer of Caesar’s downfall, believing whole- heartedly in his right to topple the tyrant. Anthony Howell’s Cassius dominates his scenes, whether inspiring the plotters with diatribes on injustice or in his more philosophical moments discussing the purpose of fate. Together their friendship is very believable, nicely anchoring the events that ensue, and encouraging you to question whether Brutus killed for Rome or for Cassius.
Interestingly, Caesar scarcely appears in the play and George Irving gives him an unusual other worldly quality. He’s detached; barely human it seems, like the statue of Colossus he’s compared to and his softly spoken voice seems at odds with the image of the violent conqueror. Cleverly, this production regularly questions whether Caesar deserved to die and your sympathies are not allowed to rest on any one side.
Another man out to defend his friend is Mark Anthony, initially bowing to the conspirators so that he can later attack them. Luke Thompson brilliant conveys quite a wide-ranging part – Anthony on the surface is a carousing lout, albeit a charming one, but Caesar’s murder inspires grief then vengeance. The moment Anthony addresses Caesar’s corpse with the speech beginning: ‘Oh pardon me thou bleeding piece of earth that I am meek and gentle with these butchers’, is one of the best in the production, which Thompson builds from inconsolable grief to raging curses. The incredible scene where Anthony and Brutus address the mob is one of the finest rhetorical duels ever written and is perfectly done here with Thompson’s Anthony effortlessly and subversively inciting the mob to take revenge.
The Globe has created a hybrid Renaissance-ancient Roman world in both the design and staging of this production, which mostly works quite well. The 17th-Century costumes are fine for the conspiracy-period and war, but look a little strange with togas across the top for the Senate. It’s not really clear why they went for this design and it doesn’t always work, especially when the text clearly references battles and places. The musical interludes work very well and having a recurring trio of singers signal every death was a nice device.
Julius Caesar is not performed as often as you might expect, despite having one of the best plots and some of the most beautiful language that Shakespeare ever wrote, so see it while you can. The Globe’s production is gripping and exciting, gathering considerable momentum after the slaying in the Senate, and forcing your to question the motives of all involved. Debates of liberty and democracy aside, at its heart this is a play about friendships and the things men will do in support of one another. Whether anyone ends up a hero is debatable, but the high quality performances in this production will make it difficult to pick a side.
Julius Caesar is at the Globe until 11 October with standing tickets starting at £5.
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So Skylight is this summer’s big film-star vehicle for Bill Nighy and Carey Mulligan, making her West End debut, as former lovers reunited for one evening in a grotty flat in north London while Kyra cooks spaghetti. At a glance you may think them an unlikely casting choice, even inappropriate given the 35 years between them, but give this a chance and you’ll find yourself fully believing in their relationship.
Kyra used to work for Tom in a restaurant he owned with his wife. She lived with them for six years whilst conducting an affair with him for which neither feels any remorse, and when his wife found out Kyra left without explanation. Since then the wife has died and Tom has finally tracked Kyra down to find out why she bolted and whether there’s a chance at reconciliation. But both of them have changed, and during the course of one evening at her flat they confront their shared past and whether they can breach the vast gulf now between them.
One of the most fascinating aspects of this duel between the characters is that this gulf exists almost entirely as a physical distance between the actors. This is an interesting decision by director Stephen Daldry showing two people who never get close to one another despite the intimacy of their conversation and their earlier relationship. They don’t just sit on opposite sides of the table but, for much of the play, on opposite sides of the room. Far from making it less plausible, it reinforces how different they now are and how much they would have to overcome to be reunited. This also adds far greater significance and poignancy to the few moments when they are physically close.
Bill Nighy is, of course, incredible as the suave and boisterous Tom, a role he has played in an earlier iteration. His performance is large and full of energy as he prowls the stage trying to figure out Kyra’s situation. He’s a man who’s done very well for himself in the restaurant business and become used to a style of living, which rankles with Kyra’s new found social conscience. Nighy’s layered performance is particularly adept at the rapid chances of mood and pace, flipping in a second from contempt for Kyra’s attitudes to painful remembrance of their shared history, and it is in these moments that you see his skill in conveying a man deeply affected by his life choices.
Carey Mulligan’s Kyra is a perfect contrast to the more exuberant Nighy, playing it small and contained, emphasising her control and determination, avoiding confrontation. It is easy to understand why she chose to run away from Tom and not deal with the consequences of their affair. But this adds the more power to the moment she really does lose control, first with anger at Tom’s patronising attitude, and then in a tender emotional surrender that closes the first act. By living in a level of discomfort Kyra is punishing herself for her earlier indiscretion and the guilt she feels towards Tom’s wife, but in Mulligan’s complex performance you see her not quite realising this and filling her time with social crusades instead.
The interplay between the two of them is really first rate, battling for control and the last word. Their stories are unfolded to the audience before being torn down; Kyra accusing him of romanticising the past while Tom retorts with attacks on her conscience. These are two people, once so close and with so much to say, now unable to reconcile the changed other before them. At times it’s hard to escape Hare’s polemic, and the views the characters express can seem more of a playwright’s rant than a natural conversation, but this doesn’t tarnish a fantastic revival. Whether Tom and Kyra manage to return to the past and rekindle their relationship, I’ll leave you to find out, and you really should! Nigh and Mulligan’s gripping performances are well worth the visit, but book an Italian restaurant afterwards- you’ll want to eat spaghetti!
Skylight is at the Wyndham’s Theatre until 23 August 2014. If not sold out, tickets start at £22.25 but have been cheaper on Last Minute. Otherwise it will also be broadcast to cinemas on 17 July via NT Live.
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