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OK, so you know where I stand
…on the theatre, I think it’s the best thing ever, am hugely enthusiastic about everything I see, can always find something to get excited about in any show whether it’s the script, direction, a bizarre performance etc, probably see a new show every couple of weeks, and, as one or two of you know, have more than a passing knowledge from the inside…
…on swearing, I don’t swear a lot myself, a lot of my colleagues swear, but I really only find it offensive when it’s an excuse for lack of vocabulary, or used to be aggresive.
…on religion, I am a practicing member of the C of E, but regularly go to other denominations and other religions’ services as an observer. Think I am a tolerant person, and am easy-going about humour in religion.
Also, I absolutely LOATHE someone telling me what they think of a show BEFORE I see it, as I like to make my own mind up, so, if you haven’t seen it yet, please don’t read any further!
About five years ago, I went to a show at the Battersea Arts Centre called Tourette’s Diva. There’d been a bit of a buzz of anticipation about it, which was truly justified. In this tiny room in the depths of a truly fringy venue, two women playing a dysfunctional mother and daughter gloriously sang their way through about a dozen set pieces around a “kitchen sink” set. I’m not sure I can quote any of the titles of the arias on this site, but they sang (both professional opera singers) the most graphically obscene lyrics littered with four-lettered words but with exquisite diction and beautifully turned musical phrases. The juxtaposition of high art and vulgarity made for a night of complete hysteria and was rather like Standup Comedy meets High Art. It was a huge hit, and The Show to have seen that year, and was, you guessed it, the precursor to Jerry Springer, The Opera.
So, when I hear that Nick Hytner had commissioned Richard Thomas to write Jerry Springer, I was VERY EXCITED INDEED! It was completely impossible to get tickets for months, and as I waited until I was due to see the show, the Arts press went into more of a frenzy than previously for Tourette’s Diva, and you couldn’t escape the hype in every publication. I remember even Heat Magazine had Noel and Liam Gallagher and whoever their girlfriends at the time were in the Spotted column in the audience at the National.
So the day came, and with great anticipation, I sat in my seat, with my favourite theatre-going mates, and with a smattering of friends in the cast (hey, we even knew Jesus!), all was set for a night of sheer hilarity and cutting edge theatre.
Well, dear friends, after the first 10 minutes, I realised that there was only one joke. Swearing. And there it was again, and again and again. And again. And I was, (and this has only once before happened to me at the theatre), I was
Bored
And although everyone else around us were cheering “Jer-ry, Jer-ry” and laughing hysterically at every swear word, I sat in disbelief, wondering if they were all believing the press hype, or just laughing as rude words, and mainly, wondering how the wonderful stylish, innovative, inspired Tourette’s Diva had morphed into this rather mediocre evening’s entertainment.
The things I liked about it? New art’s always a good idea, and it’s not a terrible piece of work. (I was just expecting more after the first show and all the hype for this one). The music is stylish, clever, intelligent, quoting opera, Handel, using fugues and operatic choruses dramatically and wittily. The cast was truly brilliant; great singers, all looking like real people which, sadly is becoming less and less the norm in opera houses where these days looking like a model is more important that vocal and acting talent. People relate to real people more than they relate to an ideal.
I know you’re all worried about the so-called blasphemy, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest. Act 2 was definitely the weakest part of the show, and was played as a pantomime, and I found the lack of dramatic tension more worrying than what people would think of Jesus saying he was “a little bit gay”.
What would Jesus think? I’m sure has a great sense of humour, is far more generous than me, and probably found the evening a whole lot funnier than I did.
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