Theatre life, with its quarrels and muddles and vanities, is a form of lunacy: but the moonbeams of that lunacy can be of a radiance that does indeed reward. The occasional miracle of the theatre its inhabitants know: indeed, by it they live.
Ivor Brown, Shakespeare
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| Sunset, Drake’s Wharf, Royal William Yard. Photo by EP |
Sunday morning I have just added to my too heavy luggage by buying the huge bulk of The Sunday Times at Plymouth railway station. I have a very large bruise on my upper right thigh though the sensitivity is located in my buttock bone. The acupuncturist, a Mr Ding, dealt with it during the last of three visits for my traumatized left kneecap. Mr Ding rang the right bells I trust, but I have been climbing rather than hopping onto buses in Plymouth, and oh so slowly wrenching myself out of taxis like a genuine geriatric for the last weeks.
I collapsed twice back in Wellington, New Zealand nearly six years ago. Paradoxically the stroke must have engineered two perfect stage falls – not a bruise nor a troubled joint; well I think I cut my head. However it was the other night on stage in Plymouth, in pursuit of a convincing dramatic recreation of the very same stroke, that, inexpertly, I fell too heavily on my arse, having already ten days before fell off the platform whilst entering Lear’s hovel during rehearsal.
I suspect Doctor Theatre has been every bit as good as Mr Ding, better perhaps at allowing me to prance up and down and even attempt an autumn leaf in the wind on Michael Vale’s sheer white steep incline of a worthy scaffold. The good Doctor’s endorphins, or whatever he induces, faithfully took effect nightly at the five-minute call.
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| Me age twenty-two. Gisborne Photo News |
Sunday evening I met a middle-aged man on the railway platform this morning, who had been a touring member of a band in his youth. He was off to Brighton to give some lectures and remembered not at all fondly his days of one-night international gigs and lots of alcohol. He asked how I found touring ‘at your age’. This sort of thing I get a lot now; people even ask me ‘Do you still do any acting?’ It surprises me, since, even struggling with rather too much luggage and the gnawing knee and buttock, essentially I feel I’m the same Petherbridge who went on tour to New Zealand in 1958 or with Trelawny of the ‘Wells’ in 1965 (a rave review I see in today’s Sunday Times for the new Donmar revival of the dear old play, ‘with’, it is claimed, ‘some most respectful additions and ornamentations’).
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| As Ferdinand Gadd with Louise Purnell (Rose Trelawny) and Pauline Taylor (Imogen Parrott). Photo by Angus McBean |
Critic and novelist Christopher Hart has fallen for the Victorian theatrical glories of the play completely. Clearly Arthur Wing Pinero’s ‘great achievement’ creates as much affection now in at least one critic’s heart as it did in my twenty-seven-year-old heart when it provided me with my first good part at the National all those eons ago. I feel I could don the wig and yellow suit designed for my Ferdinand Gadd by Motley and go on, given a day or two to let out the waist a touch and brush up the lines: ‘Avonia, there’s something to lay hold of here. I’ll think this over. … I’ll play it!’
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| With Maggie Smith as Avonia. Photo by Zoe Dominic |
Tuesday we head to Liverpool ...
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| ‘Have Lear, will travel’. Rehearsal photo by KR |
Postscript
Read the first crop of reviews of My Perfect Mind here. And view a series of production shots on Flickr.
KR
Thanks for this -- just marvelous! Did you paint the beautiful backdrop and make the little mask you're holding?
ReplyDeletePlease don't beat yourself up (further) for the stage bruises -- many years ago I watched in horror as the very youthful & adept Emcee in a regional production of Cabaret "Wilkommen-ed" himself off the apron and into the orchestra pit! His backside was technicolor for weeks, probably owing to the fact that he fell onto the horn section...
Best,
Nancy N
Ah met you over there briefly (I'm the magician), you were going to see Lincoln the film, how was it in the end?
ReplyDeleteIf you get the time I'd love to see how the video/pictures turned out!
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Saw you in the preview Tuesday night at Liverpool. You two had the audience in the palms of your hands. Great chemistry. Liked the conundrum - are you Lear or Petherbridge? Long for a decision: there's a lot of overlap in the gutsy/generous quotient with both of you. Loved Paul Hunter's quick change artist multiple personalities. He must be hyperactive. And obviously you're in good shape if you can manage what you did last night every night. Terrific performances, snappy pacing, great art. Congrats to all, but mostly to you for turning personal misfortune into grist for the mill. So glad I got to see you "in the flesh" as it were.
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Hello Sir, my name is Ems and i run an inclusive theatre company called Strictly Collaborative. I had a stroke and brain haemorrhage when i was 17 and, alike you, feel that theatre is a perfect way to help recooperation, whether disabled or non disabled. We are based in Plymouth and are the first disabled led theatre company in this area. I have just heard about your performance and i really wish i had come to see it. I do a project for Disability Arts Online (The Artists Treasure hunt)and i think you would be a very apt candidate, it would be wonderful to talk to you and i would very much like to see you show. I hope this finds you well, congrats on the show, keep on rocking.
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