Thursday, November 24, 2011

Timeline: who said what about Egypt's Supreme Council of the Armed Forces

My friend Khalid Abdalla has asked if people can put together what Western leaders have said about and how they have supported SCAF (Egypt's Supreme Council of the Armed Forces) and its head, Field Marshal Tantawi. So let's crowdsource it. We're looking particularly for statements by David Cameron, William Hague, Barack Obama, Hilary Clinton and other US and UK politcians. If you find something, put it in the comments, along with a date for it and a link to the source and I'll add it here.  If I've missed out significant events then please let me know as well.

Jan 25 EVENT - Start of the January 25 Revolution

Feb 11 EVENT - Hosni Mubarak resigns as president, handing over power to SCAF.

Oct 9 EVENT The Maspero Massacre (warning - very graphic video)

Oct 10 "The President is deeply concerned about the violence in Egypt that has led to a tragic loss of life among demonstrators and security forces.  The United States expresses our condolences to the families and loved ones of all who were killed or injured, and stands with the Egyptian people in this painful and difficult time.  Now is a time for restraint on all sides so that Egyptians can move forward together to forge a strong and united Egypt.  As the Egyptian people shape their future, the United States continues to believe that the rights of minorities - including Copts - must be respected, and that all people have the universal rights of peaceful protest and religious freedom.  We also note Prime Minister Sharaf's call for an investigation and appeal to all parties to refrain from violence.  These tragic events should not stand in the way of timely elections and a continued transition to democracy that is peaceful, just and inclusive." - White House Press Secretary -

Nov 9 Hillary Clinton hails SCAF as the establishment of "stability and continuity in Egypt" - link - can someone find a full text of this speech?

Nov 14?? "If, over time, the most powerful political force in Egypt remains a roomful of unelected officials, they will have planted the seeds for future unrest, and Egyptians will have missed a historic opportunity" Hillary Clinton more

Nov 19 start of the Nov 19 uprising

Nov 22 "We are deeply concerned about the violence. The violence is deplorable. We call for restraint – we call on all sides to exercise restraint. We think it's very important that the elections go forward.
The violence needs to stop. The Egyptians need to be able to decide their future and decide it in a peaceful manner." - spokesman for Obama more

Nov 23 "We condemn the excessive force used by the police. We strongly urge the Egyptian government to exercise maximum restraint, to discipline its forces and to protect the universal rights of all Egyptians to peacefully express themselves." Victoria Nuland, spokeswoman for US State Dept more

NOTE: this is not a thread for discussing what's going on in Egypt. There are plenty of places to do that. Comments not containing information that we can add will be deleted.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Black Watch, Barbican

Just for old times' sake, like...

let's talk about a play.

Black Watch, eh?

This was jolly good, wasn't it? Black Watch is the story of a group of Scottish soldiers serving in the Black Watch regiment in Iraq, recounting their time Iraq, encountering a playwright who wants to make a play out of their time in Iraq. It's told through song and movement, as well as dialogue. That's it. Simple.

A few thoughts that seem worth thinking:

Dramaturgically, this is in no way a well made play - many of its devices are almost clunkingly obvious, but that doesn't stop it being very fucking good. We set too much store by subtlety, mistaking it for profundity or complexity. There is a passage in which one of the soldiers recounts the history of the regiment as he's dressed in the various uniforms of its history. It is straightforwardly didactic - but that doesn't make it any the less dramatic - it simply transfers the site of the drama from individual personal conflict to the movement of a group through history and the relationship of an individual now with that history. (It's predecessor here is Peter Brook's US, in which the history of the nation of Vietnam was dramatised through the body of two performers). Didacticism has a bad press, perhaps in part, becuase too few artists have very much worth telling. Gregory Burke has plenty to tell us here, as do the soldiers who have served out there. In a sense, storytelling is the most didactic of forms.

So, this simple, clear, often direct approach should not be confused with a lack of sophistication, nor should it be any impediment to considering Black Watch (or any other theatre that employs it) as anything other than fully theatre, fully art. There's too much about the show to exhaustively list its qualities or fully analyse every element, but an aside might let us into its world a little: while this is clearly not where its value lies, it points towards both the folly and the value of criticism. The former is that as theatre approaches its most theatrical, its most artistic, it also approaches its most incomprehensible, its most unrepeatable. What hope for the critic in the face of beauty which renders you speechless, of horror which chokes the words with which you might respond even before they form in the brain?

This is not simply a case of being insufficiently articulate, though here we find much to be insufficiently articulate about. It is that the moment we aspire to record, to comment upon, to critique, defies description and re-presentation. It is, in essence, beyond even comprehension, since comprehension can only come after the experience, the moment, itself. The experience occurs outside of comprehension, is changed by our inevitable attempts to comprehend. It's too obvious to say that we can never fully comprehend, but perhaps when we think we understand even a little we are kidding ourselves, reducing action to signification as though drama can be read like a code.

There is a striking moment - the soldiers at the heart of the play, who we have already seen being variously boisterous, loud, crass, playful, scared, angry, recieve letters from their loved ones. One by one they read them, drop them, and, perhaps by way of reply, they perform a simple series of sign-language gestures, many of which, but not all, are obvious enough for us understand; we pick out that they are saying "I love you" and maybe a few other words and phrases. So here we have gesture as purely codified language, and yet gesture is never simply purely codified language, any more than saying a word is simply conveying the meaning of that word. The effect is hypnotic, beautiful, but above all, it speaks of a world beyond the play, beyond here and now - a whole world of desire and ache. It demands a response, but like all truly electric moments of theatre, the only response we can muster is silence.

So we rely on more inadequate words. Many reviews have mentioned this moment. None of them have captured it. None can, of course. What do you do with it? Try to capture some of its poetry in your description? Describe, rather than the moment, your confused thoughts about why physical theatre is "mystifying" and "embarassing" and in so doing tell us nothing about the play and everything about yourself? Tell us you liked it?. Offer an interpretive gloss? - it is too easy to resort to cliche and say that here we are being shown the sensitive side of these hard men. Perhaps we should retreat to the banality of judgement and weigh out our praise; for the acting which is never less than supremely focussed, always absolutely and terrifyingly in the here and now; for the movement which combines a visceral masculine force with a delicate, vulnerable grace; for the choreography which wrenches time out of joint, drawing the whole of the meaning and more out of moments which could so easily pass in a flash of intensity; for the direction which never misses a trick nor a beat, which time and again jolts you out of complacency with a surge of violence, or discovers tenderness and humanity in the midst of horror; for the music, which seems to carry the weight of all history with it in the arrangements of traditional regimental songs punctuating and accentuating the action. And so on.

But even as we find ourselves at the moment of the inevitable failure of criticism, of response, perhaps its here we find its value. It's understandable to stand open mouthed (or perhaps to scream with rage or sigh with boredom) in the face of theatre. But it's not enough. It lets us no deeper into the moment, nor any deeper into ourselves. If we are to value something we should at least understand a little of what its value is.

We need to note that, yes the applause here is for the actors, the production and so on, but its also for the men they play who are, we now know, heros in the midst of folly. And that it is inadequate. Our response has to be inadequate. Because like all great art the question you leave with is "What do I do with that? What can I possibly do with that?" And like all good questions the answer is beyond your reach and somehow you know that if you could catch even a glimpse of it it would leave even more shattered than the show does. And life has to go on.

So life goes on, but you are a little different and the world is a little changed.

Monday, January 28, 2008

...what have you realised today persons unknown?...

why, today i realised that my beliefs on theatre criticism are not, as previous posts may have suggested, based on a a carefully thought out argument about the importance of a vivid discourse comprised of distinct, potentially antagonistic, voices which enrich the world in which the work takes place, but on having read too much Amiga Power when i was growing up.


Sunday, January 27, 2008

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant, Southwark Playhouse

If the below reads a little bit more like a, y'know, proper review than you're used to round these parts, that's because, well it is. i've not mentioned on here that i've joined the dark side, have i? Well, now i have. Having banged on incessantly about how all theatre criticism is rubbish, i've been given the opportunity to put my bollocks where my mouth is (no, wait, that's not quite right), (actually, it probably is). This review got buried under the landslide of Christmas shows that blanket the theatre pages in December, so i'm putting it up here as a matter of record as much as anything else, since, sadly the show's run has finished.

The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant, Southwark Playhouse, London

By the end of the multinational Oslo Group's fittingly icy production, the Southwark Playhouse is so cold you can see your breath. Rainer Werner Fassbinder's unflinching meditation on the destructive power of desire, best known in its 1972 film form, here receives an intelligent, stylish revival.

Kimie Nakano and Matt Deely's spare, otherworldly design atomises the cavernous space. It is in the huge distance between its inhabitants that the drama works, in the gaps between desire and its impossible consummation. Petra, a wildly decadent fashion designer, falls in love with model Karen. At first, she stands her on a chair and assesses her, thoroughly objectifying her. But soon the power shifts; Karen is free to torment and abuse Petra in the knowledge that the further she is from the ideal Petra projects onto her, the more she lusts to possess her.

Here love is an act of pure masochism, maintained insofar as it is unfulfilled. Anna Egseth turns in a remarkable performance as Marlene, Petra's silent, much-abused servant. An ever-present observer, hovering on the margins of the action, her every look speaks a world of self-abasing desire for her mistress.

When David Tushingham's translation brings its despair to the surface, the gestural, expressionistic performance style heightens its poetry. As Sasha Behar's Petra disintegrates she becomes a self-dramatising whirlwind of spiked prose. But before Karen's rejection triggers her descent, it feels stilted - unremarkable speech weighted with an emphasis it does not merit.

Yvonne McDevitt's production changes style and tone instantaneously. At times the effect, though disconcerting, is subtle and intelligent; we are jerked back from a scene of wrought emotion by upbeat beats and dancing, only to be thrust suddenly back to the cruel reality of Petra's rejected daughter's wails. At others it jars unhelpfully.

"It's easy to feel pity. Understanding is a lot harder," Petra declares. Even as she breaks down, bitterly lashing out and descending into near madness, the production declines to work on our emotions. Instead it exerts a cold, almost intellectual fascination which nags at the mind long after the performance has ended.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Why are there no right-wing plays?


Because you haven't fucking well written and staged them, you dumb fucks.

That is all.

PS - Why are there not more plays challenging the "left-liberal consensus"?

Because, according to you, it's a fucking consensus.

That is actually all.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

...if you care about the future of theatre in this country, or indeed, the present of it...

It seems Arts Council Yorkshire have cut their support to the National Student Drama Festival, declaring that they want to "refocus our investment". I just can't stress enough the extent to which there is no single thing that Arts Council Yorkshire which would be more effective in screwing up the future of theatre (and, indeed, of theatre criticism) in the UK. The Festival has until January 15th to appeal, and are putting together a petition to support the appeal.

Go here and sign the petition.

I'll put together a fuller post on the subject when i've managed to speak to some people at the Festival and get a bit more information about the situation and their plans. In the meantime, does anyone know enough html to put together a button that people might be able to paste into their blogs? i'm looking at you Davis Wateracre...