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Post by jgblunners on May 2, 2017 14:48:21 GMT
I'm going to the final preview next Monday. I only vaguely know the story of Salomé, so I might do a little bit more research beforehand, but I'm very excited - I'd not heard of Yael Farber before, I only booked this because I'm trying to see as much as possible at the National with my Entry Pass membership, so I'm going in completely open-minded.
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Post by couldileaveyou on May 2, 2017 14:51:19 GMT
I only booked this because I'm trying to see as much as possible at the National with my Entry Pass membership, so I'm going in completely open-minded. Same! I'm going tonight
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Post by Marwood on May 2, 2017 15:38:21 GMT
I'm going in a couple of weeks time, only other version of Salome I've seen previously is the filmed version Pacino made a few years back.
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Post by Baemax on May 2, 2017 16:25:07 GMT
Be careful with a Yael Farber preview, I'll never forget the horrified tweets of those coming out of the first few previews of The Crucible, realising just how close to midnight they now were.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 17:56:29 GMT
Be careful with a Yael Farber preview, I'll never forget the horrified tweets of those coming out of the first few previews of The Crucible, realising just how close to midnight they now were. Held off booking for precisely that reason. Also because of its ickiness potential. Will await reports!
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Post by couldileaveyou on May 2, 2017 17:57:52 GMT
It says that it's 1 hour and 50 minutes with no interval, so hopefully I'll be free before midnight
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Post by Honoured Guest on May 2, 2017 18:11:52 GMT
The RSC production of the Wilde is 75 minutes, so Yael Farber extending by adding an extra 50% sounds about right on the basis of The Crucible.
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Post by couldileaveyou on May 2, 2017 22:35:30 GMT
Oh my, Yaël Farber takes herself very seriously, doesn't she? Here there are my thoughts about the play, it contains spoilers, so read at your own risk.
For Pontius Pilate is the last night as prefect of Judaea and before going back to Rome he visits an old, nameless woman who has been in prison for many years: her crime is having ordered the execution of Iokanaan the Baptist. She won't speak to Pilate, but she tells the audience her story, the story of the so-called Salomé. Judaea is a Roman prefecture held, at least nominally, but the client king Herod, who has had his brother killed, married his wife and adopted his niece (it's all very hamletic). Judaea struggles in mantaining its traditions and spiritual indipendence under the Roman domination, as Salome struggles in keeping her lustful father-uncle away from her. Both fail.
One day, Iokanaan comes from the desert and starts preaching salvation and a freedom beyond the Roman conquest. The priests are worried but Pilate decides not to make this man a martyr, since killing such a beloved figure would fuel an uprising against the Roman conquerers. Thus, they have him imprisoned in the castle of the Tetrarch Herod, where Solamé visits him in his cells and where he baptises her. The young princess loves her people and wants to get rid of the Romans, so she understands that the only way to do that is to sacrife the Baptist. She dances the dance of the seven veils and, when Herod promises her half of his kingdom as a ricompense, she wants the head of Iokanaan. The prophet is killed, the people revolts and the Romans have to leave - at least temporarily - Judaea, not before having condamned Salomé to a fate worse than death.
Farber's retelling of the story is deeply political and it deals with colonialism, emperialism and the erasure of female figures from history. Iokanaan is not interested in spiritual salvation, but in converting his people to the cause of indipendence: he's the only character who does not speak in English, but in Hebrew (it might be Aramaic, sorry I don't know!), remarking his identity against the English-speaking collaborationists. Young Salomé, who stays silent for the first hour, speaks the same language of the prophet in their scene in the cell, again to highlight that despite her privileged position as the step-daughter of the tetrarch she despises the Romans and wants her land back.
Now, this is all very interesting, but it doesn't work as well as it should. The dialogues are clumsy and even worse when they try to be poetic. Having the old Salomé/Nameless woman on stage all time as a narrator that also speaks most of her younger version's lines is not a very good idea: narrators rarely work in plays and this is no exception. Farber's direction is very interesting, but far too obtrusive: it's suggestive and, occasionally, even beaituful, but surely isn't subtle. There is also this very long frontal nudity of Salomé in the cell with Iokanaan that felt totally unnecessary. Farber creates these beautufil tableaux (like at the beginning, when the men recreate the position of Leonard's Last Supper for no reason at all, or when Salomé leaves the prophet's cells) and many moments are more suggestive than graphich, which some time works very well (Salomé's rape) but other times is a bit of a let down (don't expect her to actually dance in the sevel veils scene! which makes absolutely sense in this production, but still). I don't know too describe it, but there's really too much Farber in this, the director is always there shouting "look at how stagey I am!". She should have let her actors and story breathe, but she's constantly sucking out the oxygen: she recurs to her bag of tricks that include women chanting all the way through the play and the random dude walking around the stage (see 'Les Blancs').
Olwen Fouéré is great as the Nameless Woman/Old Salomé/Narrator/Translator, she's the quintessence of dignity in chains and quite diaphanous in her ghostly whiteness. Isabella Nefar is good as Young Salomé, but with Fouéré constantly stealing her lines her performance is a bit unexplored. Ramzi Choukair is also very good (and unspeakably hot) as the Prophet, while Paul Chahidi is a very creepy Herod, but he's creepy in everything he does so I'm not sure if it's acting or what. Lloyd Hutchinson (Pilate) is far too old to be that bad, it's one of the worst performances I have ever seen. The rest of the cast is meh, with the exception of Lubana Al Quntar and Yasmin Levy, that sing beautifully for almost two hours.
Also, I was sitting near the center of the second row and the staging blocked my view of the surtitles of Iokanaan's speeches: I missed 3/4 of what he said and he talks quite a lot, so this really didn't help me enjoying the play. There is a long a catwalk from the stage to the central aisle and Old Salomé spends there most of the time: basically, she was almost always behind me and I suspect that she obstructed the view of the stage to a lot of people.
It's such an interesting concept and the last 10-15 minutes are powerful, I'm sure a lot of people will like it and that it will get positive reviews. But for me there were too many tricks and not enough substance.
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Post by Marwood on May 3, 2017 8:54:26 GMT
Thanks for that - I'll be sat third row so hopefully will be able to at least try to read the surtitles without crooking my neck too much. What was the running time?
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Post by couldileaveyou on May 3, 2017 8:56:18 GMT
Thanks for that - I'll be sat third row so hopefully will be able to at least try to read the surtitles without crooking my neck too much. What was the running time? Slightly under 2 hours, no interval
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Post by couldileaveyou on May 3, 2017 9:07:39 GMT
ops sorry for all the typos, I was writing on my phone
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Post by lynette on May 3, 2017 18:54:22 GMT
Thanks for that, couldi, tho I'm not sure it is my cuppa now I've read your summing up.
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Post by foxa on May 3, 2017 19:44:59 GMT
Sounds unusual couldileaveyou - thanks for the review. In Lloyd Hutchinson's defense, he can be very funny - he was terrific in Life is a Dream at the Donmar and as Lucio in Measure for Measure at the Almeida. Pilate may be a stretch, but he can work an obscure Elizabethan joke with flair - so, for that, he has my gratitude.
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Post by mallardo on May 5, 2017 7:17:48 GMT
The opening scene of Oscar Wilde's play - soldiers outside the palace, commenting on how lovely Salome is tonight - finally arrives in this production 65 minutes in. Not the same scene but a version of it. A few other vaguely familiar scenes involving Herod (there is no Herodias) follow, otherwise Wilde is pretty much shut out - which is the reason why his name appears nowhere in the credits pages of the programme.
This is Yael Farber's play and she's not interested in depicting a sexy spoiled princess throwing a tantrum over this prophet fellow who rejects her advances. She wants to give Salome a place in history. And she has concocted an alternative version of the story to do just that. She has given it a political context, brutal colonizing Romans versus oppressed Jews. Jokanaan is less a religious zealot than a freedom fighter, rousing the people. And Salome... it's rather like the way Judas was depicted in Kazantzakis's novel The Last Temptation of Christ. Not a betrayer but a true friend of Jesus, the only disciple who could be trusted to Do What Had To Be Done. Similar here.
The story is told in flashback by Old Salome (yes, she has survived) and Pontius Pilate who frame things and raise the appropriate questions and if their scenes are a bit long winded and portentous they are clearly necessary. For the main part of the tale is performed as highly stylized ritual. Everyone moves in slow motion. The lines are loudly declaimed, chiefly to the audience. The mise-en-scene is a series of beautifully lit and wonderfully staged tableaus. It feels as if every movement, every step, has been choreographed. Ms Farber is, of course, brilliant at this sort of thing. She has a concept and she carries it through in total. We do not just watch this show, we experience it.
The cast is excellent, fully committed to the style of the piece. The standout, as he should be, is Jokanaan, played with wild desert fervour by Ramzi Choukair, a French Syrian actor who speaks his lines in (as couldileaveyou noted above) either Hebrew or Aramaic with a translation on the back wall. If it sounds pretentious it doesn't come off that way - it's extremely effective. Paul Chahidi is an appropriately seedy Herod, the one truly animated character. And young Salome herself, Isabella Nefar, is exactly what's required. She has a physical beauty and a quiet regal bearing - she is silent for the first half of the play - that comes from a place of genuine strength. She is not required to do the Dance of the Seven Veils but she does remove seven layers of clothing in a disrobing scene that has nothing to do with exploitation and everything to do with dignity and committment.
The show plays straight through, one hour and fifty minutes. I won't say it doesn't have its longeurs, it does. And Ms Farber's concept does not always convince. But this is a stunning piece of theatre, not just involving but enveloping. The story of Salome has never been told better.
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Post by edmundokeano on May 5, 2017 7:25:10 GMT
I can't improve on Mallardo's review.
As a piece of theatre it is absolutely stunning at times but the play itself is a bit hit and miss in places.
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Post by finalperformance on May 5, 2017 8:11:04 GMT
I agree with you. Glad I saw it but really expected more. Wanted her to dance the dance. John the Baptist was very good.
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Post by edmundokeano on May 5, 2017 8:36:58 GMT
I agree with you. Glad I saw it but really expected more. Wanted her to dance the dance. John the Baptist was very good. {Spoiler - click to view} I loved the use of subtitles when he spoke which allowed him to speak in his native tongue. It allowed him to stand out as something and someone different.
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Post by firefingers on May 5, 2017 23:24:44 GMT
Style over substance for me. Visually and sonically stunning, wafer thin plot and dialogue very thin on the ground marks it down for me. The dance is there, and possibly my favourite bit, but not traditionally staged. 45 minutes of show stretched to a plod. Sadly think she should stick to purely directing.
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Post by alexandra on May 6, 2017 8:06:32 GMT
Sounds interesting and I will see this, but the Salome I'm really looking forward to is the wonderful Matthew Tennyson in Stratford.
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Post by jgblunners on May 8, 2017 21:29:14 GMT
Well mallardo summed it up perfectly, but I thought I'd give a few thoughts:
I'm a big fan of atmosphere in theatres - knowing from the second you walk into the auditorium that you're departing reality for the next few hours - and this production nails that. The music is mesmerising, with two stunning vocalists providing an almost constant accompaniment to the action. The design fits perfectly with Farber's image for this play - sometimes literal, but most effective when it is symbolic.
At times, this seems almost over-choreographed, but for the most part Farber creates beautiful imagery. You definitely feel the build up to the dance of the seven veils, and the moment of the dance itself is brilliant. At times, I felt that ease of speech and connection with characters was secrificed for the sake of artistry, but I didn't really mind since the artistry was executed so superbly.
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Post by lonlad on May 9, 2017 23:24:32 GMT
Saw it tonight. Excruciating. If the National wants to alienate all those drawn to the venue by ANGELS, they have now done so and more. A complete disgrace, and the curtain call was so frigging self important (as was everything else about it) that my entire row was suppressing sniggers ....
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Post by raiseitup on May 10, 2017 9:39:18 GMT
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Post by Honoured Guest on May 10, 2017 9:49:38 GMT
This play isn't American, so it seems odd that the NT chose to programme it.
Maybe they misread the name Yael Farber as Yale on the front of her pitch?
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Post by samuelwhiskers on May 10, 2017 11:16:38 GMT
Time Out's review is a masterclass in shade.
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Post by lynette on May 10, 2017 11:58:23 GMT
I thought I had booked this but on looking thru my tix book I find that I have not. O joy!
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 12:37:56 GMT
^I think that may be the first ever board member to post that they are delighted NOT to have a ticket for a show... There will be a rush of people asking for credit notes Friday rush 😂😂
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Post by Marwood on May 10, 2017 12:58:43 GMT
I have a ticket for next week - tempted to hawk it round the bars on the Southbank asking if anyone wants it for the price of a pint...
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 13:12:34 GMT
I don't even want to look at how much this car crash cost me... But you never know, I might love it. Going in with an open mind and all that.
Or I could do a credit note, of course. Hmmm...
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Post by MrBunbury on May 10, 2017 13:34:10 GMT
Sincerely it is not that bad. I saw it last Thursday and I found it rather impressive visually. The two women singing give a very haunting feeling and there are many arresting tableaux. I liked Isabella Nefar’s performance and how her silence in the first half changes to articulation once Jokanaan the Zealot appears (I regretted that preachers do not look like Ramzi Choukair when they stop me in the street. I would be more open to listen...). At the same time, I agree that on this occasion Yael Farber may have lost a little the contact with the audience as the text sounds stilted and some decisions in terms of movement might have worked better in theory. Reading the surtitles when Jokanaan speaks in Arabic is distracting but then, that choice sets him out of the decadent court. It is clearly a divisive play, more conceptual than engaging. Personally, I found Consent next door much more boring since in that play they were talking all the time and I could not care less.
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Post by theatre-turtle on May 10, 2017 13:54:54 GMT
I thought this was a pile of pretentious wank and if there had been an interval I'd have left during it.
I agree word for word with the Times' 1 star review
It fails to grip the audience or establish any themes and some of the dialogue is seriously clunky and pedestrian.
I wouldn't have been surprised if someone were to tell me it were written by some well resourced sixth formers.
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