To: puptcrit-AT-puptcrit.org From: "Bruce K. Chesse" <brucec-AT-chesseartsltd.com> Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 06:20:17 -0700 Subject: [Puptcrit] WAR HORSE WAR HORSE -AT- THE NATIONAL =91the uber-marionette will not compete with Life---but will rather go beyond it. It=92s ideal will not be the flesh and blood but rather the body in Trance--it will aim to clothe itself with a death-like Beauty while exhaling a living spirit=94 Gordon Craig =93War Horse=94 at the National=92s Olivier Theatre gives us full size horse puppets that are a personification of Gordon Craig=92s theory of the =93Ubermarionette=94. This is the first time in my career that I have seen puppets become characters in a play, in their own right, apart from being just glorified props, set pieces or intellectual metaphors. They are an integral part of the play structure who at times propel the action and convey their concern and point of view without words. It is: =93The story of a young man and his faithful four legged companion takes us on a journey through poverty, loneliness and war.=94 Katie Spain Taken from Michael Morpurgo's much-loved novel of the same name the play is presented in a forthright style that tells a simple story without complicated settings or overblown sentimentality. It=92s use of simple folk tunes heightens the drama again projecting a sentimentality that is not cloying but adds to a simplicity of feeling. An anti-war play that does not preach to you but creates a visual picture that allows the audience to come to their own conclusions by illustrating the incongruities of war. Scenes on the battlefield are realized on a cloud like formation that hangs high overhead. Expressionistic moving shadows are projected on them creating the illusion and moving you from scene to scene. scene. Other puppets are brought into play at various times, particularly a protective goose with flapping wings who finds it own moment on stage to the delight of the audience. My only concern was not enough program credit was given to the South African =93Hand Spring Puppet Company whose work I saw in London in 85=92. I purchased the National program which sadly contained very little information as to the company. One of it=92s founders Basil Jones is a part of the relatively unknown cast and the puppetering is phenomenal. I am assuming they were all trained by Basil and belies the fact that actors cannot be good puppeteers. Go to their website. Goggle Handspring puppet Company for more details. I have purposely not given you a detail plot synopsis. The attached review by Sarah Perry does that better than I could. This is Theater at it=92s best and puppetry at it=92s finest. Headed by a cast of actors I was unfamiliar with it was truly an ensemble work. It plays through January 2009 at the National. War Horse Review cast list Jamie Ballard Rachel Leonard Alice Barclay Tim Lewis Jason Barnett Tommy Luther Finn Caldwell Emily Mytton Paul Chequer Toby Olie Thomas Goodridge Toby Sedgwick Thusitha Jayasundera Ashley Taylor-Rhys Gareth Kennerley Luke Treadaway Alan Williams directed by Marianne Elliott and Tom Morris I'll admit I am prone to falling madly in love with this book, that song, or the other play. I have a tendency to thrust slender novels at my friends and declare them the latest Mrs Dalloway =96 to cry Woolf, if you will. But it is entirely without exaggeration I tell you that War Horse, the National Theatre's new production of Michael Morpurgo's much- loved novel, is simply the most beautiful, compelling, absorbing and heart-breaking piece of theatre I have ever seen. If we can judge a play by its effect on the audience =96 and I don't see why we shouldn't =96 War Horse must be garlanded with praise. At its conclusion the audience, which had done a pretty poor job of restraining itself throughout the final half-hour, erupted into tearful applause, and stumbled into the lobby with bruised palms and promises to return the following night. The play opens in Devon in 1913, where young Albert's feckless father has bought a foal at auction. Begging to be allowed to keep the horse, Albert develops a bond with the animal, spending long summer days as its companion, and naming him Joey. At the outbreak of war Albert's father sells Joey into the cavalry, and breaks his son's heart; unable to bear the thought of his friend facing the battlefields alone, he lies about his age, and enlists. The tale is as much a sad stern caution on war as it is the story of a horse and his boy. Albert is first a frightened youth, then a cocky lance-corporal with a defiant cigarette, and finally a wounded and wretched child again. As with all great and terrible things, the terror of war is incomprehensible unless we can come down to some small detail, and it is the smallest things =96 young boys told to left their buttons unpolished so they don't draw fire, a trembling horse caught on barbed wire =96 that are most piteous. There is much to admire in the play's staging =96 the use of poignant folk songs ringing over the battle-fields, the utter shock of a tank rearing up against the frightened horses =96 but the puppetry makes the production. The horses are life-sized models of cloth and paper laid over wooden frames, articulated by three actors always visible and never intrusive. The range and subtlety of the movements they draw from them is astonishing: Joey as a foal is leggy, capricious, and a little afraid; as a hunter he's broad-flanked and dignified, which makes his terror in battle all the more distressing to see. At one point a horse doomed to pull cannon dies of exhaustion; its body is ghostly pale and made of tattered fragments, and when it dies the actors roll out from its belly like a departing spirit. A puppet of a small girl is less successful, and indeed has an eerie sort of face more appropriate to a horror film than a play, but it is a small complaint. I have never known an audience be so affected. When a reluctant army surgeon raises his pistol to the trembling forehead of a wounded horse, and the grim soldiers nearby give a final salute, I heard all around me people begging aloud for its life. The conclusion probably comes perilously close to sentimentality, but who cares: if there cannot be unashamed sentiment where there is a tale of loyalty and broken youth, then where can there be? Luke Treadaway as Albert is a revelation; he is so measured and natural a presence throughout that his distress in the final scene is almost impossible to watch. The adult cast members are at times a little too declamatory in their approach, as if to make the plot inescapably easy to grasp, but then one remembers it's a play for children, and they are forgiven. Angus Wright is particularly good as a tormented German officer who finds Joey: his appearance at the beginning of the second half propels the action to its conclusion. Other reviewers have carped about the improbabilities of the play's plot, but good heavens: presumably they have several times accepted that a court-full of learned men truly believed Portia to be a young man of unusually high voice and acute legal understanding, or that Lucy pushed her way through a cluster of fur coats and came across that lamp-post glowing in that snowy wood. It will take you no more than five minutes to suspend your disbelief, and see not a wooden cloth-covered frame but a bay hunter with a shy boy riding on its back. Go, and take your children, if you have them (youngsters of much less than twelve were there, shocked but enraptured): there can be no better lesson on the value of loyalty, and the infuriating, shameful, pointless pity of war. - Sarah Perry _______________________________________________ List address: puptcrit-AT-puptcrit.org Admin interface: http://lists.puptcrit.org/mailman/listinfo/puptcrit Archives: http://www.driftline.org
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