The Memory of Water – The Bovey Tracey Players

The Bovey Tracey Players present Shelagh Stephenson’s Olivier Award Winning Comedy ‘Memory of Water’ from 27 to 30 October 2010 at 7.30pm in the Bovey Tracey Town Hall.

The Town Hall has an entrance hall that offers an interesting history of the group combined with pictures of past productions. On the door you are greeted by a friendly face who points you in the right direction to find the bar and raffle – a choice of two colour tickets! Front of House staff were attentive, very pleasant and easily identified with blue ‘Steward’ badges which presented a very solid welcome.

Tickets were available on the door at £7.50 each. Around to your seats there’s a first come first served approach to the audience and a nice bit of raked seating. You can only enter the rows from one end, but with good leg room you can easily settle in for the night. The Jolly Lion was a particular fan of the house lights, which have two settings, on and off – with no gradual fade – which has an amazing silencing effect of your audience, particularly if they are still stood around the room chatting in the interval.

‘The Memory of Water’ tells the story of three sisters on the eve of their mother’s funerals. It gives them the opportunity to discuss their relationships with each other, with their mother and with the men in their lives. A delightfully dark comedy, the script allows for a wide range of emotions as family members across generations compare their memories of events and realise that no two see things quite the same way. Ultimately, it becomes clear that we are all turning into our parents, whether we know their character traits and accept them or not.

The set was the late mother’s bedroom, complete with a substantial crack that ventured across two walls. A window dominated the centre of the stage, with the curtains remaining closed for the most part. Unfortunately, once opened, the window seemed to look out onto a grey concrete building, whereas I’m sure the grey was representing a thick mist or snow, it was the one effect that didn’t quite work. The rest of the room was stunning, with great furniture that was sure to be a comforting retreat for Vi down through the years.

Liz Parr played Vi, in a performance where you knew that all was not quite right with the character. The lights were down whenever she appeared, her voice giving you the lines, but constantly sounding surprised to be in the room. She was, of course, a smoking argumentative ghost, and she was stealing scenes every time she appeared. Whether it was floating around the stage towards the end of the first act, or getting to have a confrontation with eldest daughter Mary in the second, she had such presence and delivery it would challenge anyone to leave without changing the way they treat their mother.

Jenny Connelly’s Mary showed the burden of being the eldest child. Pressured into succeeding with a career, she is now colder and full of resentment to the family that drove her out into medicine. Not one to return to the family home, she is haunted by her mother and the decisions made for her growing up. Connelly has a lovely line patronising elder sibling when speaking to her sisters. Her most interesting moments will remain the scenes with her mother and the relationship with TV doctor boyfriend Mike. Her character is quieter and more thoughtful than her sisters, but this is the strength in the balance between them. When given the chance to let out emotions, specifically when she deals with the family secret, there is a great power in her performance which is captivating.

Su Kaye is the middle daughter, Teresa, who stayed local to her parents. She opted to marry and run a business much as her own parents had. Never showing any resentment for the care she provided her mother, instead her anger is at the sisters – not for leaving, but for not coming back at the end. Kaye’s finest hour in the evening is when she describes the telephone call from the hospital at 3am asking her to come as her mother has taken a turn for the worse. She knows what this means, asks to be told the truth, goes to her dead mother, but then waits until a more godly hour before she contacts her two sisters. It is these moments of expressing the loss that are the highlights of the play.

Lisa Huet completes the family as youngest sister Catherine, who spends the first act getting stoned and second act propositioning Frank and feeling even more sorry for herself. Huet does well to deliver a sympathetic performance among the mania, which could easily degenerate into plain comic relief. She is sincere to the youngest sibling who always has to leave a room, never gets told anything, and who can’t hold down a relationship for trying to hard – seventy eight men so far…

There is a great balance between the three ladies, they have wonderfully contrasting styles in hair and fashion, but each hold a beauty that convinces that they are sisters, with little tics that make them Vi’s daughters absolutely.

There is room for the men in their lives, with Mary’s Martin having a nice entrance through the window. Mark Dunn presents a likeable partner, despite Martin having been unfaithful to his sick wife for the last five years. You warm to him as the outsider to the family, and he offers some straight light relief in his dealings with Catherine and when he and Mary consider having sex in her late mother’s bed the night before they bury her, best not.

Teresa’s husband Frank is the more obvious comic part. Mark Godwin gets a range of great one liners which he delivers with ease. Frank is quiet, frequently compared to the girl’s late father, and Godwin resists the temptation to give a knowing wink to the audience the funnier he gets. Always true to Frank, you know he is worth keeping an eye on, no matter who is speaking.

If there was a problem with the Thursday night performance it was pace. Unfortunately many scene were drawn out with long pauses, sometimes deliberate, sometimes less so. When the bickering scenes should have been reaching their height, some difficulties with lines prevented the escalation in emotion, whilst a long drunk sequence also suffered for a similar reason. Other awkward slips included one character introducing himself with his real name, before correcting to use the character.

Under the direction of David Wilson the mother’s bedroom is a room that everyone has a reason to be in. The cast always have something to do in what is a good space well utilised. With a lot of business with costumes and props throughout, the cast had a good hold on what they were doing – and whilst there could have been better pace, you cannot fault the characters and atmosphere created.

Back out in the Hall, the interval had a range of ice creams on sale, with four flavours to choose from, together with a bar of wines and lagers up for grabs. No sign of teas or coffees, but if you’re going to eat ice cream in October it’s difficult to be churlish at the lack of hot drinks.

The raffle was well organised, with the numbers drawn during the first Act and presented written clearly on a board held up for all to see during the interval, with prizes ready for collection. A nice approach.

A 50p programme holds eight pages with nice cast biographies and photographs. With notes from the Chairman and Director the booklet is welcoming and informative. Great value for the information it contains – it’s just a shame the back cover is blank. Although the precise dates are not in the programme, the pantomime, ‘Dick Whittington’ in February 2011 will be well worth a look.

A Trio of Lighthearted One Act Plays – South Brent Amateur Dramatic Society

“Are you from South Brent?” asked the gentleman on the door. It says a lot for the welcome that you knew his warmth would have been the same regardless of the answer, because in village hall theatre it doesn’t matter where you come from, as long as you come.

Trailed as ‘A Trio of Lighthearted One Act Plays’ the presentation runs from 21 to 23 October 2010 at 7.30pm in the South Brent Village Hall.

Tickets were available on the door – I’d phoned the Mare and Foal Shop earlier in the day to reserve tickets and was told there would be space so not to worry having seats reserved – and by getting there when the doors opened we were able to secure seats in row E.

Two members of front of house staff sold raffle tickets in a whole rainbow of colours. What more can you ask from a raffle that gives you a choice of colour for a pound a strip (ginger, yellow and green please!).

Whilst queueing for raffle tickets another member of the front of house team cheerfully directed us to the bar where pre-show drinks were dispensed with a smile. The tables were beautifully set out with nibbles, and there was a good mixture of society members taking an interest in us and hoping we enjoy the evening and giving us space to talk to each other.

We were called through in plenty of time to finish drinks and two things were immediately evident. Firstly, the hall had filled up considerably and with a good mixture of age in the audience with even a handful of under 30s scattered around, and secondly the hall itself makes a splendid theatre with very generous leg room in the seating. After a clear announcement about mobile telephones needing to be turned off and where the intervals would fall through the evening, we were away…

‘Bedtime Story’ is Sean O’Casey’s tale of a young devout Catholic who tries to smuggle his one night stand out of his boarding house without his landlady or other residents finding out. The set benefitted from a gradual reveal, as the scene is set in a 1940s bedsit shown off by torchlight until John Jo Mulligan can find a shilling for his meter.

The early interplay between Robin Lere as John Jo and Debbie Plummer as Angela the ‘good time girl’ showed an energy and support for each other on stage. Lere gave a wonderful frantic performance raising many a laugh against Plummer’s knowing looks and actions as she claims to have been seduced and then obtains financial compensation to slip out quietly.

Tim McGill plays Halibut, the neighbour returning home from a night on the town, who shines in a fight sequence where he waves curtain pole to Lere’s bottle of wine in a circle around the furniture.

The landlady, Miss Mossie, played by Jacquie Lyons, was cleverly lit by candle to allow a strong vocal performance to give the character more advanced years. She had lovely sequence of growing concern as she made her way around the empty lodgings in disarray.

It was nice to hear strong Irish accents from a cast that almost held throughout, with only one having the occasional drift to Merseyside at times of agitation. There was never a drop in the pace as the scene built to a busy conclusion, Mike Sermon’s direction set a nice tone for the evening’s humour.

After a brief scene change we were faced with our second Sean O’Casey play of the night, ‘A Pound on Demand’. The double act of David Henson and Rob Kidney as Jerry and Sammy, two drunks entering a Post Office trying to obtain a pound from a National Savings book were the highlight of the evening. Henson has the wordier performance, with a great deal of repetition that never ceases to be the drunk who knows what he wants. This is fitting, as whilst you may be listening to Henson, you are watching Kidney, in the first of two drunk performances, who does not let up in a variety of sways and open-mouthed glazed looks.

Although you are laughing with the two drunks, the Post Office worker played by Jess Plummer has the sympathy of all who’ve ever had to reason with a drunk and momentarily enjoyed having the upper hand of being sober. Her predicament is made worse when a woman enters looking for the answer to a very specific mailing enquiry, but in her performance, she never stops stamping documents and going about her business – as you would hope, she is the perfect face of public service, where a job would be easier to do without the public getting in the way.

The other customer gives Sue Burgess the chance to play against Kidney’s drunk, in some of the most physical exchanges of the evening. When she pushes Kidney across the room and out of the door the audience rightly applaud, no less than the laughter deserved when Henson breaks from his conversation to realise the friend he was talking to is no longer in the room.

When the police are called, Tim McGill puts in his second appearance of the night as the firm hand of the law. Once left alone with only the Post Office worker there is some nice flirting between them that explains the rather odd way she had asked for an officer to attend.

Again, the build to the end was nicely achieved with a good visual gag to conclude. Under the direction of Val Meek, the drunk acting was tasteful and never too much, with laughs falling in the right places throughout and further flawless accents giving a real taste of Ireland.

The interval then fell, with a well organised team passing out teas and coffees in exchange for a small donation and members of front of house staff on hand with trays to collect the empties, but never hurrying you to finish. The raffle was called clearly and the Jolly Lion was thrilled to hold a winning ticket (on green – prize to be collected afterwards, a box of Milk Tray!).

Finally we settled for an Alan Ayckborn in ‘Gosforth’s Fete’ directed by Carol Davies. The action takes place in a tea tent overseen by Nick Pain’s Milly as the village sets up for a fete running behind schedule.

No fete would be complete without being opened by a dignitary that everyone seems a bit disappointed with, and Mrs Pearce is the Councillor who fills the shoes, as each character commiserates that her husband was too ill to attend. Veronica Brown plays a convincing Conservative wife barely hiding disdain for the village folk with whom she has to deal – entering to great applause after the rain sets in.

When Gosforth marches up through the middle of the auditorium barking orders through his loud hailer, the whole fete opens up around the audience. It is the scout group that attract the most attention, as each character shows concern over their behaviour, climbing on equipment or rolling in the mud, at various times during the play.

Peter Brown has a lot of technology to play with as Gosforth, not just with a loud hailer, but also with a microphone and amplifier that need fixing to allow eight acres of event to be controlled from the tea tent. There is mixed success with the microphone, but the desired result is achieved once Milly’s pregnancy is accidentally revealed to all present at the fete through the speakers in the village hall.

Rob Kidney enters as Stewart, Milly’s fiance and leader of the scouts, appalled by the revelation that Gosforth has got his fiance pregnant. Fortunately, Gosforth is a local publican, who gives the tea total Stewart a bottle of sherry to calm him. Again, Kidney gets drunk on stage, consuming two large bottles of fluid and spending a lot of time rolling on the ground.

Meanwhile the vicar, played by David Henson, has problems with a tea urn that provides the most energetic conclusion to a play for the evening. The production was blessed with a lot of real props not just in the loud hailer and microphone, but in the flowing water pouring out of the urn. It seems ridiculous that the sight of two people passing cups under a tea urn to try and prevent the rush of water from hitting an amplifier should be so funny, but chaos has broken out by this stage and the audience were loving it.

Peter Brown’s Gosforth that holds the play together, with Pain seeming the only voice of sanity amongst them. A riotous end to the evening.

The tickets, at £6.50, doubled up as a programme with cast lists, summaries of the three plays, nice acknowledgement of the back stage support and clear contact details for those looking to get involved. Good printing on nice card and an invitation to enjoy their next production, ‘Dick Whittington’ – 19 to 22 January 2011!