Claudia Pepler-Berry's production rightly, and creatively, emphasises the youthfulness of these protagonists – the first rumble is like a playground scrap, and When you’re a Jet not so much macho aggression as a chant for a tribe of Lost Boys: “Without a gang you’re an orphan" says Riff, their charismatic leader.
And then there's the young lovers, whose duets created such a sense of quintessential romance I could hear sobs all around me: Ben Macfadyen as Tony looking like a young James Dean and singing with charm and confidence. Kara Horler as Anita was outstanding too, and I loved the cameo role of Howard Vause the cowardly lion, now in glasses & tanktop working as a youth club leader in downtown Manhattan.
(Thanks Mike for the images)
And here's that ONE AND OTHER link for Saturday 4-5, to see whether I need my brolly and bin-bags for my Trafalgar Square plinthathon: all about words, mine and maybe yours...
2 comments:
Fromesbury Group Poet (It's A Single Poet Thing)
Giving workshops
From plinth tops
Near Red London Bus stops
Only pausing for must stops
Of water and chanters
For waving and snapshots
Of supporters and passers
Blowing kisses not trumpets
(.....Though no-one else will
Perhaps megaphone diplomacy
Would have been better still)...
Living on edges
Speaking from ledges
Playing with words
In columns and squares
Grounded in ink
Or free on the air
Moving minds changing choices
Expressing others' voices
Not just pulling heart strings
But single poet things
With frock amp and headdress
And style and grace too
A female declaimer from
Frome with a view
Bob Whitley
Thanks, Bob! Especially good to get the thumbs up from a lyricist, much appreciated.
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