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So I've been rubbish at blogging the last few months, but I've got some reviews planned for the next few weeks/days to make up for the loss. So, to kick it all off, I was tagged in Laura's Blog http://scatteredfigments.blogspot.com/ for a little game so I thought I'd answer these 11 questions.

The Rules 

1. Answer the eleven questions that were asked of you by the person who tagged you

2. Make up eleven new questions and tag eleven new people to do the meme! 

3. Let them know you tagged them!

Question 1

What is your favourite thing about blogging?

As my blogs are usually about books/performance reviews, it's usually because I've got a strong opinion about them. Some I love, some I hate, but it's always nice to think back over what I thought and write it down articulately... even if its only for my own benefit.

Question 2

Who is your favourite literary hero or heroine and why?

I'm going to have to be useless and give more than one answer. When I was a child, the answer was without a doubt Sarah from Francis Burnett Hodges A Little Princess, because she's just so brave! For some reason, despite the horrible things that happen to her, I still wanted to be her, with her amazing imagination. She was basically the driving force which kept me from giving up during some pretty harsh periods in school.

Lately I love the Daughter/Servant/Mistress of the Empire novels by Feist and Wurts. You see Mara grow from a small, terrified girl who must take on the mantle of Lady of the Acoma into the most powerful political figure in the land... and it's all done through intelligence. Plotting, trading, allegiances and pacts. She suffers terrible tragedy and huge victory, and whilst she starts fighting purely for family honour, in the end she is fighting for the reformation of an entire society.

It's a pretty kick-ass story :)

Question 3 

Who is your favourite villain?

President Snowe from the Hunger Games is amazingly creepy and manipulative, possibly more so because we know very little about him and never see him take any evil actions, only view their consequences. Similarly with 1984's Big Brother... everyone could be the villain.

Also, Iago from Shakespeare's Othello. A more brilliant conniving and manipulative character has never been written.

Question 4

If you ever wrote your autobiography, what would the title be and why?

"I know how to spell intelligent" or maybe just "valley girl". I feel like they both give a pretty good summary of me.

Question 5

If you could choose any famous figure (dead or alive, past or present) to spend a day with, who would it be and why?

Nathan Fillion (from Firefly, Buffy, castle etc...)
I'm sure I can think of some ways to pass the time...

Question 6

As a kid, what did you want to be when you "grew up"?

I'm still not grown up, lets face it. For a while I wanted to be a princess (don't we all) but then I wanted to become a marine biologist so I could be like Jesse from Free Willy. Then my dad told me most marine biologists mainly work on plankton... from a lab... from a distance... :(

Question 7

What are you most looking forward to in 2012?

Living in Cardiff next year! It's going to be awesome :)

Question 8

What happened in the last dream you had? 

It was the opening night of The Night of the Hunter (review to follow) and I had a bit of a nightmare where I had gone to see it with some bully's from Maesteg Comp and one of the girls started heckling the actors and then punched one of them in the eye. It was very upsetting...

Question 9

Do you have any bad habits that you're willing to admit to?

Where to start... I bite my nails, I'm annoyingly nagging about certain places being clean and I have a tendency to leave clothes scattered around my room.

Question 10

What was the worst job you ever had and what made it so bad?

I've never had a bad job (aren't I lucky!)

however on one particularly bad shift in a pub, a guy yelled at me because he'd ordered a burger and it was made of beef, which he apparently couldn't eat for religious reasons. Essentially he didn't read the menu properly (where it said BEEF burgers in very big letters) and so shouted at me for ten minutes... grrrr.....

Question 11

Are you a practical person or a bit of a daydreamer? 

Bit of both, if I'm remotely bored I will drift of very quickly into nonsense land where I'm usually a) on some epic adventure or b) drinking a pot of tea. I will step up if there's something practical that needs doing though, whether it be fixing the electrics or cleaning the kitchen, I will get it done very fast if I set myself to it.

That's my answers done so I'm going to ask

1. If you could have your dream job, what would it be?

2. Where is your favourite place in the world (and no, your bed is not an answer)?

3. If you could have a superpower, what would you pick? (and remember, you have to live with the consequences..)

4. what is your singular favourite outfit that you adore above everything else you own?

5. What is your favourite sandwich?

6. Your most hated novel and why?

7. What would be your luxury item on a desert island? (you know the rules, no speed boats etc...)

8. Shoot, marry, shag - Russel Brand, Johnny Vegas, Justin Beber

9. Would you rather go without music or movies?

10. If you had to limit yourself to one drink for the rest of your life, what would you pick?

11. What is the most expensive item you've ever bought?

and I'm tagging 

Chelsey Gillard -  http://www.hypercriticreviews.blogspot.com/

Natasha Dudas - http://myyearabroadinmontreal.blogspot.com/

Andrea -  http://crazywithasideofawesomesauce.blogspot.com 

Melissa - http://prongedtail.blogspot.com

Dark STormy Loopy - http://darkstormyloopy.blogspot.com 

Angharad - http://onedayonephoto-angh.blogspot.com 

Laura - http://scatteredfigments.blogspot.com/

and this guy - http://bluehighwind.blogspot.com 

Woop

So that's what Catrin Says today...

WUDS: The Real Thing

by Tom Stoppard.

... I thought it was excellent. Some of my friends disagreed, but I thought hat the costumes were fantastic, authentic 80s, not really bad fancy dress knock offs that are currently so popular (kudos to Becky Bailey) and the set was spectacular. I especially loved the noticeboard back wall, it's very similar to the walls in my bedroom...

Ed Davis who played Henry was fantastic, we all agreed. Somehow he seemed to become a middle aged man in front of our eyes without falling on stereotype. He embodied the part, never once appearing out of character. It was pretentious without ever being unlikeable, something quite difficult to do. Unfortunately I found Niki Williams a bit flat in comparison, but only because her counterpart was so good.

I loved the use of the balcony as what my tutor Tess would call a "discovery space", seeing only spotlit silent fragments of characters lives outside the confines of the single flat and train carriage. I thought that the conveyance of emotion without speech must have been quite difficult to portray, yet worked perfectly to break up the other lengthy scenes. What was also very clever was the smallest details, both in script and production; that Annie is starring in Tis a Pity she's a Whore and reads Catch 22 on her train journey to Glasgow. Tiny tiny details, yet wonderfully depicted.

The true joy of this play for me however was the soundtrack. I want it. The best of 80s music all the way through, heard over the gramophone and the radio. Simply fantastic. Good music, good acting and fast paced, witty writing, overall an excellent night out. I wish I could recommend you all go see the play but unfortunately it has now finished. There is another WUDS production in a weeks time of Marlowe's Faustus.

Hamlet: Derek Jacobi and Patrick Stewart BBC version

I didn't think there could be a worse version than that of Mel Gibson. I was wrong.
For one thing, this is the FULL version of the play, running at 212 minutes. However whilst this isn't a problem with the Globe productions or even the Kenneth Brannagh version which captured my interest, this production simply bored me. The props and scenery were minimal, and if you're going with that style, then you need to have really convincing performances from every single actor.
Whilst I adore Patrick Stewart, his Claudius was unmemorable, never really convincing me he was a scheming villain who killed his brother. There seemed no deep emotional involvement. Plus, he looked really weird with hair.
Horatio seemed to completely fade into the background, merely a nothing character there to prompt Hamlet, despite his having some of the deepest and most cutting lines in the play. I can't even remember what he looked like.
Gertrude did a lot of heavy breathing in a very low cut dress, this was pretty much all that stuck with me after she had died.
Now, Derek Jacobi. Perhaps I would have overlooked all these other small issues if the Hamlet had been captivating. Every... Single.... Word.... Seemed... to.... have... a... dramatic... pause. A wild flourish of arms or a drawn out siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. It was very overacted to the point of hilarity. He also decided to stare into the camera for each soliloquy, which was quite disturbing as I was sat about a foot from the screen. Every so often I would turn back from the conversation and see a strange man staring at me intently.
My primary complaint with Jacobi however was his delivery of the To be or not to be soliloquy. This is one of the most famous pieces of literature in the English language. And I was bored. I didn't care whether Hamlet decided to be a good little prince or to throw himself from the battlements. And therein lies the issue, I love Hamlet, I love the deep introspection, the mercurial emotions, the hate, love, lust, anger and revenge that sits at the heart of the play, but if the actors aren't utterly believable then it becomes a 212 minute dirge.

Two points of mention; Laertes and Polonius were amazing, Polonius balancing the thin line between ridicule and dislike from the audience but appearing a genuine, brown-nosing drip, whilst Laertes anger added some much needed authenticity to the final acts which otherwise seemed to crawl along at a snails pace.

Hamlet: Mel Gibson style

Amazingly, this 1990 blockbuster was nominated for 2 (count them, 2!) Oscars. What the academy were thinking I'll never know, but it was probably something along the the lines of "ooh look at all the stars! And it's Shakespeare, you can't knock Shakespeare!"

The best I can say is that it was interesting.

Mel Gibson seems to have modelled Hamlet on a thug. The only way he is able to convey anger is by throwing people against castle walls, ignoring other avenues such as tone, expression or even the BLOODY WORDS ON THE SCRIPT. (I am calm, I am calm... breathe.) I'm just saying, Shakespeare has expressed the most complex emotions in beautiful, elegant and empathetic language. There's a bit more to Hamlet in my opinion than just anger.
Then there's the hair. They decided Hamlet should be blond, but in dying Gibson's hair it has gone a straw like auberny brown. Not handsome. Half the time I was concentrating more on his hair than on his words, which says a lot about his acting.

There is also a really creepy sex-like encounter between Hamlet and Gertrude (played by Glen Close) just before he kills Polonius. He's meant to be a little mad, but with the writhing and the moaning and grunting and thrusting it came off more as creepy than anything else. Plus, Glen Close takes the opportunity to neck someone any chance she gets, whether its Hamlet (too long for being appropriate, plus on the mouth), or Claudius who comes of very Henry VIII-like - loud, pompous, always carousing, eating, drinking, getting amorous or partying. The one true moment I felt was when he spoke to Laertes about his love for Gertrude, which was quiet and understated compared to the brash character we viewed for the other 2and a half hours.

I understood from the beginning that chunks of text would have to be cut to produce a Hamlet for the masses in the cinema, but I had to question which bits were cut. There is no mention of the ghost for the first half hour, the soliloquies seemed rushed or severely cut and Ophelia's gradual descent into madness and rambling folly took place in the space of two seconds. Normal. Completely bonkers. Dead. And that was the end of Ophelia.

This I felt was a shame, as Helena Bonham Carter does crazed and loopy very very well. In fact I'm stretched to remember a role that hasn't included insanity. Nevertheless, I thought Ophelia was a good representation, if severely limited in development due to lack of screen time.

What was used instead of speech was a large number of dramatic and misty landscape shots of the castle, the sea, galloping horses, dilapidated turrets, fancily dressed nobles.... It was very atmospheric and pretty, but didn't add much to the play. I personally would have favoured a bit less window dressing and a bit more acting.

With Fortinbras entirely cut from the plot, I was curious as to what would be made of the finale. I liked the fighting between Hamlet and Laertes, feeling real sympathy for Laertes as Gibson portrayed Hamlet as prancing around, using the bout for comedic effect against the deeper tensions of the room. However, the poisoning of the cup and sword couldn't have been staged in a more obvious manner. They must have thought the audience a pretty stupid bunch, needful of having the situation c-l-e-a-r-l-y and s-l-o-w-l-y explained.
As to the question of what happens to the Danish court with the massacre of their entire ruling class... unexplained. I'm assuming the country went into financial melt-down and descended into anarchy, but that's my choice.

Overall, if you want to see a GOOD staging of Hamlet, my advice would be to instead view either the Laurence Olivier, RSC David Tenant or the Kenneth Branagh versions, all of which are longer but very very enjoyable; well acted, visually pleasing and true to the text.

So Catrin Says...

Back to blogging

So, university has recommenced and I have a ridiculous number of plays, films and books to remember, hence here I am. Coming up we shall have 18th century drivel and filth, 19th century brilliance and misery and Shakespearean wonder and horror. For my part I shall simply endeavour to be honest and regular.
xx

The Truth About Forever

At the moment I am revising for my second year uni exams, and so have to re-do a lot of 'classic' fiction. But in my relaxing time I'm re-reading my favourite books. This is one of those books.

The Truth About Forever
by
Sarah Dessen 

I read this book for the first time when I was thirteen, borrowing a ratty old paperback edition from my tiny local library. The next day I bought a hard back edition. I've gone on to buy every single Dessen novel on the day of release, right up to her current hit "What Happened to Goodbye" (there will be a review soon).  But  seven years after my first encounter, it is this book to which I constantly return as it still has the same effect, making my laugh, cry and smile.

It's the story of Macy, the girl whose dad died. Except she's slowly learning that that isn't all she has to be, and that maybe it's ok not to be perfect.

I'm not going to critically analyse this book or even give my usual synoptic review. In all honesty I don't think I'd do justice to a book that has meant so much to me. Instead I'm just going to quote the last paragraph, as it sums up perfectly the truth about forever...

Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then... and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.


For the hours of happiness it has given me I can only say thank you to Sarah Dessen, and please, keep on writing. 
 

The Merchant of Venice FEATURING Patrick Sewart and... Elvis?

@ Royal Shakespeare Theatre by the RSC

I saw this production on the 24th but it's taken me a few days to gather my thoughts and come to a conclusion as to what I thought. Directed by Rupert Goold, The Merchant was to be a modern retelling, similar to Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet. Set in a Las Vegas Casino, the set was striking, and different and somehow it worked. The contest for Portia's hand in marriage became a gameshow, Shylock a Casino Boss, and Launcelot Gobbo transformed into the resident Elvis impersonator. At first I was bewildered, yet by the end of the first act I was entranced.

With the opening number set to "Viva Las Vegas" with girls in feathers dancing and Elvis in his spangly white jumpsuit surrounded by tourists it was clear why Vegas was chosen - what better setting for a play about corrupt business dealings and loose religious morals? Although some of the older audience members didn't seem to appreciate the modern pop culture references scattered throughout, in our row at least hilarity ensued at the entrance of the lads in full douche-bag get up, popped collars and all, to "Barbara Streisand", and even more so at the girls pre-wedding beautification whilst bopping to Glee's rendition of "Don't Stop Believing". For me, it served to remind us of how not all that much has changed since the days of Shakespeare, we still have the same stereotyped roles and still laugh at the same sexual innuendo. It also highlighted that perhaps some things that should have changed are still present in modern day society.

Now we're onto the real reason why I wanted to see this specific staging of The Merchant of Venice.

Patrick Stewart.

I'm going to give one long EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! of fan-girl adoration then move on (I mean he's Captain Jean Luc Picard AND Professor X AND a fantastic Shakespearean actor? What can't the guy do?)

Many reviews of the production have commented on how Stewart seems to be distinctly separated from the cast, and I would completely concur. He seems to inhabit a different sphere, both in his style and in his characterisation of Shylock. Whilst all other characters are styled extremely modern, Shylock is more reserved, more classical in his appearance, dressed in stylish suits or a tux. The production then attempts to reverse what would in Shakespearean times have been an accepted stereotype; that Shylock, as a Jew, was the bad guy. In this production however, we sympathise with the character. The lines of the play remain the same, the delivery is all altered, with Shylock presented as the summation of his experiences within a society where individuals are callous, shallow and insincere.

The finale "happy ending" is then left in limbo, as the false recounting of the final act highlights the tension between supposedly happy couples and friends. The resulting question of who is the winner in this situation is daunting - nobody wins, nobody is happy, and the beautiful words do nothing to hide the stark truth of how cultural stereotypes influence our perception. Whereas other productions may still accept the treatment of Shylock at face value, I was left wondering how I would have felt after a different show.

For me, this production was simply amazing, to the extent that I cannot express how much I enjoyed it or can recommend it. The fact that days later I'm still puzzling over the nuances in staging and style can only emphasise the brilliance of the cast, crew and director. Kudos.

So Catrin Says