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A chance for England in Bangladesh?

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With one last moment of high farce in a series full of what Australians would call comedy but an Englishman could only call torture, Jade Dernbach is run out go- ing for a second run she was never going to make – and at last our winter of discontent is over. The abject humiliation of the latest tour Down Under has been such that even the soli- tary ODI win was met with more surprise by players and fans than celebration.

What Team England desperately needs is to simply go home, lick their wounds, rebuild their confi- dence, and forget about all things antipodean for a good few months. Unfortunately for all who take an interest in the fortunes of English cricket, March brings with it a short stop over in the Caribbean for a few limited overs games before the team head to Bangladesh for the World T20.

To say that recent preparation for this event has not been ideal is a gargantuan understatement. Al- though some elements of the recent T20 series were encouraging, the most notable Eoin Morgan’s return to form, there were few signs that England can seriously challenge for the title. Taking a longer view of this side’s develop- ment, however, may provide ground for a little optimism. 2013 was a year of mixed fortunes for Stuart Broad’s men what with winning three, losing three and one ‘no result’.

All of these matches were against either Australia or New Zealand, both formidable teams when the right selection balance is found, and the three victories indicate that on their day this side can beat the major teams. These outcomes also need to be appreciated in the context of England as a side in transition.

Last year saw captain, Broad, and coach, Ashley Giles, re- ally settle into their roles, learning well as they went along. In terms of personnel there were many changes as new players were tested while established game changers rested in the midst of the Ashes preparations. These factors of uncertainty arguably make the perfor- mances of the team more impressive. One huge positive was the emergence of Alex Hales as a certain opener, to be depended upon to give the innings impetus in the first six overs, after his rise to the top of the international batting rankings in this format.

Adding to this is his exciting partnership with Mi- chael Lumb and the presumed return of Kevin Pietersen. Now there’s a dynamic top order who should be able to provide platforms for the likes of Morgan and Buttler to let loose in the middle and closing overs. Perhaps the only success of the long Ashes winter was the per- formance of Ben Stokes, who must surely start in a T20 side which could only benefit from an occasionally explosive batsman and a bowler with genuine pace.

On the slow wickets of the sub-continent, the ability to bowl in the low 90s is often the only way for seamers to have a noteworthy impact on proceedings. The major concern will obviously be the lack of quality spin options now that Graeme Swann has sadly departed the international scene.

To some extent the dearth of serious talent in this area has been exposed in recent weeks with both Tredwell and Danny Briggs coming under serious pressure from the de- structive tendencies of Finch, Bailey & co. With this in mind, Samit Patel should be brought back into the fold as an accomplished batsman whose slow left armers were used to good effect by Nottinghamshire in the domestic T20 season.

This may seem a left-field proposition but it’s arguably less of a risk than throwing the ball in the 10th over to the callow Briggs or one-dimensional Tredwell. Clearly England’s chances in the forthcom- ing competition will be greatly affected by the form of the other teams. The tournament’s location in Bangladesh might lead many pundits to back a sub-continent side, with India being the most prominent choice.

Their recent results in New Zealand, however, indicate a team that is not exactly in the greatest nick. Moreover, the nature of T20 is that any side can in a period of a few fortunate overs find themselves in a position to win any game. Perhaps then, albeit without the best prepa- ration, there are more grounds to hope for an improved England performance in March than the winter has suggested.

Modern Pentathlon: A Beginner’s Guide

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Most of you have probably heard of modern pentathlon. Unless you were in outer space for August 2012 it would have been difficult to miss Team GB’s Samantha Murray winning an Olympic silver medal in the women’s event, Britain’s last medal of the games. Maybe you signed up for the university team’s mailing list at the Freshers’ Fair, or maybe you just walked past the stand laughing at the people who are crazy enough to want to do five sports in a weekend, let alone a day. I doubt, however, that many of you have actually tried modern pentathlon.

The prospect is rather daunting; it not only involves running and swimming but pistol shooting, fencing and show jumping, sports that most people have never even tried their hand at, let alone competed in. So why do it? The origins of modern pentathlon go back to the adventures of a cavalry officer caught behind enemy lines whilst trying to deliver a message. He had to defend himself with his pistol and sword, ride a horse, swim across a river and run in order to complete his mission.

The founder of the modern Olympic Games, Baron Pierre de Coubertin, believed that this event “tested a man’s moral qualities as much as his physical resources and skills, producing thereby the ideal, complete athlete”. He campaigned to have modern pentathlon in- troduced into the Games and was eventually successful, with the event first being contested at Stockholm in 1912.

The demands of speed, strength, stamina and co-ordination, on top of the mental toughness and self-discipline required to be a successful pentathlete, meant that the sport was used for many years as part of the final examinations at several European military academies. This all sounds a very long way away from the comfort zone of our Oxford Bubble, but the sport is no less challenging and rewarding today.

A usual competition consists of a fencing match, a 200m swim, a twelve fence show jump on an unknown horse over a course of approximately one metre in height, and a combined event in which competitors have up to 70 seconds to shoot down five targets and then run one kilometre, repeated three times. The Oxford University Modern Pentathlon Association (OUMPA) caters for all levels, from complete novices to GB pentathletes; Christ Church’s Tom Lees recently finished a very impressive 4th place in the first national ranking competition of the year.

Notable alumni include Steph Cook, who won the gold medal in the Sydney Olympics in 2000. Competitions are taken seriously and the club has a very successful record, with the Men’s team having recorded 17 consecutive wins over Cambridge to date in the annual Varsity Match, equalling the record held by men’s boxing.

Modern pentathlon at Oxford University is full of vitality. Having explained the history, basic rules and Oxford competition record, I would agree that it doesn’t seem like the most easy or accessible sport. But I can honestly say (with personal experience on my side) that most people have only done one or two of the sports involved before coming to Oxford, and some are complete novices in them all.

As challenging as it is training for five sports, pentathletes are lucky enough to have the variety of training for a different one every day – there is rarely a dull moment! And if you still need convincing that pentathlon is the most demanding, diverse but most importantly enjoyable sport to try whilst at Oxford, make sure you follow the Varsity Match on from 4th April this year; with a potentially record-breaking winning streak up for grabs for the Men’s team, it’s definitely not one to miss.

The death of a footballing superpower?

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I am incredibly glad that people no longer argue that Barcelona are the greatest team ever. I feel that after their reign of terror, football can now move into the light. There is a glorious revolt which has taken place. Thank God the dictators are dead.

The problem is that Barcelona were in part the instigators of, and partly the victims of, this awful fad for football statistics, which is now conditioning how we view the game. It is something of a Stalinist view of the beautiful game, quantifying football by production- passes completed, touches of the ball, percentage of possession. It’s the game stripped down to numbers, a bleak, cold universe which fails to describe the anarchic joy which playing and watching football should be. The problem is that data does not adequately define what is good, and what is bad. It provides a list of numbers, utterly without context, and therefore useless.

The fad is American in origin, springing from the baseball discipline of sabermetrics, which uses statistics to measure performance. This wisdom (highly successful in baseball) does not translate well to football, because of the limited nature of baseball. It is a game with only one or two variables at best, as the positions of the players are relatively static, and the ball is delivered from a set position. Outcomes are far more defined in baseball- a strike is a strike regardless of how it got there. Football is different. Goals are far rarer, and actions leading to them are more cumulative and more complex- for instance, a player makes a pass to a teammate who then scores. Who is at fault for the goal, the defender marking the goalscorer, the goalkeeper, or the midfielder who didn’t stop the pass? Difficult to answer, and with no statistic that can accurately apportion blame. Because it is more complex, football requires more subjectivity in its decision making- a pass might be completed, but is it helpful, or does it slow down the move? Such judgements are by their very nature subjective, as there is no definite way to assess how they further the achievement of the object (a goal).

So here we have the fallacy of statistical analysis in football- whilst it attempts to give (and often claims to be) objective, whilst we can measure each action, we struggle to determine how well each action can contribute to scoring, or preventing the opponent form scoring.

Enter Barcelona from 2009-2012. This was a highly eccentric and successful team, which fetishized possession and had an equally strong attachment to silverware. At the same time that sabermetrics was making a bigger cultural impact in the wider sporting world, Barcelona were running around being very successful. Which led many to try and analyse their success statistically. Now a team which fetishizes possession will always have a number of statistcis which set them apart- usually the amount of passes completed or time in possession of the ball. This led to teams thinking that success was based on possession. This is almost football as monetarism- by controlling the supply of possession, Barcelona hoped to win, just as some economists felt that controlling inflation would guarantee prosperity.

The fact that Barcelona held possession to compensate for their shortcomings, and as an aesthetic choice (most of their defenders couldn’t defend, but instead were there simply to pass the ball, and Barcelona had, since the time of Johann Cruyff decided that football should be played only with the ball, defending being a plebeian and unnecessary activity) , was largely ignored. Stats, and especially possession stats, were the ones that mattered. There is a long intellectual history in possession football, but it was ultimately realised (and greatly aggrandised) by Barcelona, without consideration of football’s other intellectual traditions, which in terms of success have always matched possession football.

Thus we have the current state of the game – a place where Michael Carrick is occasionally extolled as great player simply because he completes a lot of passes. The fact that the majority of these goes sideways, to players who are in positions which don’t threaten the goal, are ignored by his supporters.
This is obviously total bollocks. I disagree with Barcelona on aesthetic grounds (I believe them to be dangerous fundamentalists in a Stalinist mould, but you can’t argue they are not successful), but the modern obsession with possession is an unseemly fad. Football is so anarchic that it is impossible to control possession for an entire game, and does not in itself do anything to achieve its objective. We should therefore, only regard possession statistics in context- they have to actually contribute towards going towards the other teams goal, and has to be of actual benefit to the team. Completion doesn’t mean quality.

Now for my aesthetic disagreements. I feel that constantly recycling possession until the other team makes a mistake is actually rather boring. Barcelona were like matadors, not the popular vision but the reality, delivering a thousand cuts until the bull finally collapsed in exhaustion, and then sticking a sword in its neck. This is not art, which football at its best is. Yes, you can pass the ball ten yards forever. Well done. I don’t find this exciting. What I do find exciting is speed, precision, and creativity.

It is skilful to constantly pass the ball, but it is limited. One can do far more things with a football, and they are equally valid. Crossing for instance, is far less efficient than passing, but it is fun to watch defender and striker compete for the ball, and to cross well is far harder than to pass short. There is merit in both, beauty in both, and football is great when it recognises the beauty in all parts of the game, not just the ruthlessly efficient ones. Possession football in its essence is boring. It displays one skill, and repeats it endlessly, removing athleticism and power from the contest.

It does not fulfil all that we require from football, for it removes combat, it removes variety. Just as in life we do a range of different things to give us pleasure, so in football. A symphony is not a symphony if you just play one note, over and over. Therefore I am glad Barcelona are gone. They have been very efficient, but I cannot feel joy in repetition. Their one dimensionality was finally exposed- by defences who made few mistakes, and could attack as well. Balance, beautiful balance, so unheralded, so worthwhile, won in the end. It is good for football that they are gone. Barcelona were Stalinists, interested in only one thing, and forgot, as do all dictators, that football and life are far more complex, and that true success is doing many things beautifully, not just one thing well.

Dimitar Berbatov – A tribute

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So long then, Dimitar. After seven and a half years in the Premier League, the closing of the January transfer window brought the news that Dimitar Berbatov had left Fulham for Monaco on loan. With his contract due to expire in the summer, it is likely that English crowds will have seen the last of his aloof genius.

He remains eternally undervalued. His career in England had fizzled out, to the extent where he could slip out of the back door unnoticed, with an air of sulkiness so perfectly embodied by Harry Enfield’s character ‘Kevin the Teenager’.

For a player who scored 122 goals in 304 appearances for Tottenham Hotspur, Manchester United and Fulham, his inconspicuous departure is an indictment of English football culture. This is because Berbatov operated on a quixotic higher plane, which required a level of comprehension that was unattainable for us mere mortals. It was announced that he was a footballing sensation but for most, Berbatov’s skill remained frustratingly ephemeral meaning the public refuted this claim with the unabashed conviction of a drunk, stumbling about uncontrollably whilst shouting at a passer-by that they was not, in fact, under the influence.

Having failed to recognise a master of soft-shoed goal scoring guile, the nation began a collective character assassination that the Daily Mail would have been proud of. Berbatov was too lazy. He did not try. He did not pray before bedtime. This savage vitriol swept the footballing landscape so that even Sir Alex Ferguson was fooled. Despite scoring or creating 83 goals in 149 games for Manchester United, he was forced out. Sorry, but you are not a team player. But this inability to understand Berbatov is indicative of English football as a whole.

His talents are worryingly underappreciated, especially compared to a Lee Cattermole type player: someone who is desperately lacking in technical ability, but is first class at aggressively shouting at his teammates for conceding a corner, so much so that the vein in his forehead becomes more visible to astronauts than the Great Wall of China. This is the passion that makes the Premier League a global spectacle; people do not tune in to see Berbatov, a man who saunters around the final third before nonchalantly scoring the winning goal with the deftest flick of his boot, only to be substituted in injury time so that he can slope off before the M25 gets bad. It is a modern criticism of football that pundits, managers and fans alike are becoming increasingly reliant on statistics.

But the astonishing numbers are all we have to show for Berbatov’s brilliance. Constrained by our untrained eyes, Berbatov was not appreciated as a modern great, despite the records showing that he scored more Premier League goals than folk heroes Ole Gunnar Solskjaer and Dennis Bergkamp, or the £130m worth of talent that is Cristiano Ronaldo and Fernando Torres.

Now aged 33, Berbatov is likely to see out his career in foreign lands, not only in the hope for one last mega pay cheque, but also to glance around furtively to see if the crowd are cultured enough to comprehend his subtly artistic footwork and languid, broad brush-like movement. If they are not, then the footballing world will have lost a master-craftsman to the pantheon of high-art postmodern virtuosos.

In his retirement, he is more likely to frequent the artisanal district of Montmartre than grace this island with his misunderstood sagacity.

 

Preview: The Oxford Imps

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It is what can reasonably be called a fairly significant term for the Oxford Imps. Between their weekly shows at the Wheatsheaf, the ambitious improvised murder mystery musical that the troupe currently has in development, and the tenth anniversary variety show at Oxford’s New Theatre on Thursday 13th February, we’ll be seeing a lot of these people.

The Anniversary show is, by any measure, an ambitious undertaking. A troupe that’s generally to be found performing above a pub will soon find itself in one of Oxford’s most prestigious venues, demonstrating their skill to a wider audience as well as hosting professional and critically acclaimed acts from TV and radio. No pressure, then…

Of course, the Imps have nothing to fear. Veterans of the Edinburgh Fringe for the past decade, and with a roster consisting of old hands and fresh blood introduced every year, the Imps have made a serious name for themselves. They started performing in January 2004, when improvised comedy was in the doldrums in Britain.

Their reputation has soared since then, and rightly so – to see the Imps in action is to be astonished by the quicksilver nature of their comedy. The speed at which the performers can construct a narrative and react to suggestions while keeping the material light and funny is amazing to behold. I was fortunate enough to see the Imps in a rehearsal workshop, and the scope of their improvisation was breathtaking- the same premise practised twice resulted in two utterly different routines, both exceedingly funny even at an early stage in development.

Of course, the Imps are not the only attraction for the show. Acclaimed names Morgan and West, Rachel Parris and Ivo Graham having been drafted in to provide variety for the Imps’ big celebration.

It is in the very nature of an anniversary celebration to look back on what has gone before, and to take stock on where you find yourself. In the case of the Imps, however, their anniversary celebrations are a motivation to push their act to further heights.

The tenth anniversary show is not simply an excuse for the Imps to pat themselves on the back- this term’s work is an expression of confidence and ambition in equal measure, and leaves little doubt that this is a group of artists that are very much in a state of creative and artistic ascension. Ten years is only the beginning.

 

Live Blog: Tommy Wiseau visits the Oxford Union

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14.01 Greg and Tommy sign books and DVDs while posing for photographs. That’s all from me, back to Cherwell HQ

13.56 Wiseau is asked to do a live rendition of “You’re Tearing Me Apart”:

 

13.49 Wiseau offers his view on Hollywood. “Old Hollywood, New Hollywood, Internet Hollywood”. He associates himself with Old Hollywood. 

13.47 It’s revealed! He didn’t import Korean leather jackets, he designed them. That’s how he made the $6 million dollars for the movie. 

13.47 “Don’t believe what you read”

13.42 Apparently one of the characters “ended up retarded a little bit” at the end of the film. Okay. 

13.41 James Franco has just bought the rights to Greg’s book. Tommy thinks Johnny Depp should play his character in the movie. 

13.41 Regarding the flowers: “Red is symbol, of life”

13.39 How to live to 200? “Execise everyday, stretching… I believe in balance, don’t go overboard… sometimes you have to maybe compense a little bit, but it’s up to you”

13.38 What are his thoughts on religion? He has a new thing of blessing people on stage, but not religious. He has his “own religion”, which he whispers into an audience member’s ear. Sounds like Scientology. Tommy lectures on respecting different faiths. 

“I heard that you guys have the biggest library”

13.37 Tommy is “filling in” a Medicine student on cancer. Apparently we can “live two hundred years” thanks to the internet. Makes sense if you think about it. Better not to think about it too much. 

13.36 Why have you decided to be elusive? “Who, me?… I am who I am” – Tommy refuses to expand on his past.

13.35 There’s lots of Lisas and Marks and Johnnys in Oxford according to Tommy. Brace yourselves. 

13.34 “I’ll be honest with you because I know you” Tommy already knows one of the audience members. Lots of nervous answers. 

13.31 He’s cutting a lot of long stories short and I don’t get any of them. 

13.28 What movie would he have wanted to produce? He’s working on a sitcom called “The Neighbours” and a film called “Foreclosure”. He’s also working on a Vampire movie. I don’t think he understood the question.

“The fact is that, you know, I grew up on a stage, I know the stage, it’s my house.”

“Two is better than three, three is crowd”

“See the football? That’s our football”

13.27 Orson Welles and Hitchock are is main inspirations. “I consider myself of the same level”

13.25 Any advice for budding cinematographers: “Think about 20% before hundred.” It’s all about building a pyramid, apparently. 

13.24 Question about the scene where they both shave and the camera zooms in as they wear Tuxedos. There’s two messages to this apparently: “When you shave, wherever you shave, you get younger.” Regarding the Tuxedo: “I’m old school, new school”. “Why not play football in Tuxedos?”

12.23 “I’m very keen to understand people”

13.22 “Do you know the expression ‘Oranges… Lemon’?” No Tommy, no we don’t

13.21 “Let me stop you there” … “It’s not really about the cult, it’s a story of friendship and a surreal story of the American dream” they both answer to the accusation of The Best Worst Movie Ever

13.19 “Tommy’s like ‘no, you do it my way’… taking chaos and making it exciting and entertaining”

13.17 “Education is a key to succaaas”

13.05 HE’S HERE. Looks hungover. Dark glasses. Probably recently dyed his hair too. 

13.00 The Union President has “intercepted” Mr Wiseau on the Oxford High Street, according to inside sources. 

12.58 Excellent chat on modes of transport in the Gladstone room. 

12.57 A drinks truck has stopped outside the Union entrance. Is this a stunt???!!!

12.55 More great quotes from the film: “This is a great party, you invited all my friends, good thinking.” It has a 33% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. ‘Nuff said. 

12.54 “You’re Tearing me Apart Lisa”

12.53 “Oh hi Tommy” – he’s on his way!

12.52 One of my favourite quotes from the film: “They betrayed me, they tricked me, and I don’t care anymore.” 

12.50 The University of New Brunswick (I know) have a “Tommy Wiseau Appreciation Society” http://www.unbsu.ca/dir/tommy-wiseau-appreciation-society/

12.49 We’ve been moved to the more comfy Gladstone room now. Hopes for an interview with the man himself are beginning to wane as kickoff time approaches. 

12.41 The budget for The Room is estimated to be around $6 million. No-one knows where Wiseau got the money. Something about leather jackets apparently. 

12.40 Rumour has it that he was always 3 hours late to shooting The Room. Hopefully he’s changed his habits. 

12.38 He’s Late. YOU’RE TEARING ME APART TOMMY

12.31 Joe Miles seems excited. Maybe he’ll be cast in The Room 2

12.20 Worst film ever made or comedy genius? Self-parody or epic failure?Or perhaps the object of a large-scale bullying project? With over 3 million views on his videos on Youtube, and an ever growing fan base, Tommy Wiseau visits the Oxford Union this afternoon to answer questions from his Oxford cult fans. 

Let’s remember some of his finest moments. 

“Oh Hi Mark” 

Review: Pitchfork Disney

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Hypnotist Theatre’s production of The Pitchfork Disney opens on a dimly lit den of childish squalor. Sweet wrappers litter the floor and every surface as twins Presley (Jonathan Purkiss) and Haley (Zoe Bullock) sit in the place they have carved out for themselves away from the rest of the world, their rustling of wrappers filling the theatre with a sense of unease which pervades the entire performance.

Georgia Luscombe’s set is bloated with subtle references and allusions which we pick up as the play progresses; a sheet painted with the words “Left us Lost us” hangs behind the stage, referring to the mysterious absence of the twins’ beloved parents, whilst a line of chocolates on the top of the flickering TV set becomes a source of focus for, and representation of, Presley’s increasingly desperate need for the control which he lacks over his own life, dreams and desires.

The relationship between Bullock and Purkiss is explored dynamically in the first hour, with conversation ranging in content and tone from petty argument to gothic fantasy; the turbulence of their dialogue reflected in impressive physical performances from Bullock in particular, whose fantastically pastiche-gothic description of her last trip outside the house makes for the most captivating monologue in a play full of them as she charismatically acts out her fantasy across the set. Purkiss is convincingly conflicted as Presley; at once tender and protective towards his sister whilst frustrated and aggressive towards her manic behaviour.

The entry of Cosmo Disney (Nick Finerty) into the play, however, ramps up the tensions of the first hour and draws the themes that were once implicit out into the dialogue between him and Presley. Cosmo is at once pristine and grotesque; hating to be touched, with a clean white shirt, bow-tie and sequinned jacket, he exudes the confidence and control which Presley lacks. Finerty’s performance injects a new energy into the play, and his portrayal of Cosmo treads a line somewhere between captivating and repulsive that makes his character appropriately ambiguous and threatening right up until the play’s climax.

Finally, the arrival of Pitchfork (Keiran Ahern) consolidates the growing sense of threat and unease that the production creates, and Ahern’s performance, though all but silent, epitomises the contrast of childishness and grotesqueness with his costume identical to Cosmo’s save his face, which is hidden beneath a studded gimp mask. This theme of the grotesque is one that director Sam Ward focuses on in the production, with actors talking through mouths full of chocolate, sucking on children’s dummies, eating cockroaches and vomiting.

The set adds to this, appearing claustrophobic, hot and dirty and indeed the actors do well to linger on the uncomfortably unpleasant sections of the script, Purkiss in particular, whose portrayal of repressed homosexuality is as uncomfortable as it is convincing. However, at times, the rich script goes to waste in a production that becomes increasingly static as it progresses, and moments that could be a high point for these thematic concerns of repressed desire, the allure of the grotesque and dark fantasising, such as Presley’s fifteen minute account of his recurring nightmare, are acted out with almost no accompanying movement or significant variation in tone or volume.

As a result, the play loses pace in its latter stages, and thus the dynamic so successfully explored between Presley and Haley is never quite reached with Presley and Cosmo. Nonetheless, the production is slick, captivating and impressively disturbing, with a particularly outstanding performance from Purkiss and a rich, professional set.

Review: In Her Eyes

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There is perhaps a thing of getting too cosy in the BT. When your coat is brushing the arm of the acoustic guitarist, as he manfully tries to ignore you scribbling away and openly judging his show, things have possibly got beyond the “intimate” setting of theatre-in-the-round, and into the realms of awkward. And sitting so close to a miked-up three-man band – surely I won’t here the singers?  I thought, as I tried not to thwack the music stand by flinging open my notebook too enthusiastically.

I need not have worried. The haunting a capella voice of Ellen Timothy, who plays the narrator in this surprisingly thought-provoking musical, soon rose above the transfixed audience. The music was always going to be great – In Her Eyes was written by the very same Toby Huelin of Theory of Justice success, but what I hadn’t counted on was an added depth and sensitivity of this second work of art. Without giving too much away, what describes itself as a “dark musical without the jazz hands”, is more like an opera that soars and plunges between euphoric ballads, catchy tunes, and aggressively clashing melodies.

The all-female seven-strong cast were a highly talented bunch, whose powerful voices brought a depth to their multi-part harmonies. The mysterious figure of “Jamie”, the inexplicably destructive boyfriend of the protagonist Freddie (Rachel Coll), never appears on stage. Apparently he’s on the other end of the phone, or just behind the audience, but never is the threatening phantom figure allowed to trespass into the arena of our vision.

It was also easy to forget the fact that these Oxford students were all about my age; the five “teenage” actresses transformed into delightfully bitchy, flouncy and awkward beings of school-age, without ever dipping a toe into the waters of stereotype. By stroke of luck or genius, the four “popular” girls are played by four fairly petite actresses, so that the already isolated Freddie towers elegant but out of place above them. Particular mention should go to Sasha, (Sarah Mansfield), who storms around small and shiny and smiling with the rest of her friends, but whose character also wrestles with believable guilt about the group’s behaviour towards Freddie.

Following the rise and fall of a tragedy, this musical builds to a mingling interweaving climax of harmonies between chorus, mother, narrator and protagonist, and then ends in the only prolonged speech of the play, and a blackout. The moments of stunned silence before the applause were concrete proof of the success of the evening. I even managed not to knock the guitarist’s music stand over. 

Interview: Nir Paldi

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When Nir Paldi did his military service in the Israel Defence Forces, he was not your average soldier. The young Israeli spent his three years in uniform teaching theatre in underprivileged communities and putting on musicals such as “Hair”. This type of contrast is exactly what characterises his latest theatrical endeavour, “Ballad of the Burning Star”, which broaches topics like the Holocaust and the Intifadas through the medium of cross-dressing and cabaret.

The “Theatre Ad Infinitum” is a multi-award winning theatre company, led by Nir Paldi, George Mann and Amy Nostbakken. It first rocketed to fame in 2008 at the Edinburgh Festival with its show ‘Behind the Mirror’ about the bizarre love affair between a woman, a man and the man’s reflection in the mirror. All of the company’s 80-minute productions are innovative in both style and content, but “Ballad of the Burning Star” seems to be the most ambitious venture yet.

When I ask Nir to give a short description of the show, he replies: ‘It is complicated to explain, but it’s really not very complicated as a piece of art, it’s very accessible.’ He describes it as a ‘story of an Israeli boy who goes through a lot of typical Israeli experiences – the whole background of the Holocaust, losing members of his family to terror attacks. During his involvement in the military he commits a crime and changes from a victim to an executioner in a very typical manner.’

Nir says that the story is semi-autobiographical. Born in Jerusalem – Israel’s historical and religious capital  – Nir spent his childhood living in the disputed Palestinian territories, before moving to Tel Aviv as a teenager, and then to Paris. His experience in Paris was ‘very important for the creation of the piece’: ‘when you grow up in Israel as a Jew, you’re very mainstream and you don’t necessarily feel Jewish. But when I moved abroad I was suddenly ‘the Jewish guy’. It added to my feeling of confusion about who I was in terms of my national identity.’

As the Arab-Israeli conflict is one of the highly divisive issues of our time, any form of entertainment that deals with it is instantly controversial. But Nir explains that he tries to avoid the political debate by focusing ‘on the human story, a very complex human story’.

One of Nir’s main goals with the show – and perhaps the most complicated – is ‘to relate both sides’. He seems to have achieved this: he recounts how ‘after one show I got two people approaching me. One said – ‘this is so pro-Palestinian, you’re completely one-sided’ and the other said – ‘this is pro-Israeli, you’re completely one-sided’. With this kind of show it is very difficult to say. With the reality, too, it is very difficult to say.’

In discussing the Arab-Israeli conflict Nir conveys both resignation about its deeply complicated nature and hope of being able to soften people’s normally one-sided view of it. ‘People have so little hope and are so cynical about everything. Believing that there might be peace one day is radical. They look at you as if to say ‘Grow the fuck up’. But I think the show is hopeful in that it fosters dialogue. It makes people talk, so even if they disagree with the piece or they feel angry about it, it causes there to be dialogue. That was my intention – to create a discussion, build bridges between people and make them see that the other side is not just the ‘enemy’, but also a person, a human being.”

When I ask him why he decided to present a narrative – which he himself describes as having some very ‘hard-core themes’ – in such a seemingly light-hearted way, he gives a whole host of different reasons. Nir (who both conceived the idea of the show and plays the drag queen protagonist) explains that he chose to present it in this way in order to simultaneously generate a sense of distance and directness.

 ‘One of the main reasons that I decided to present the show through cabaret and drag was to create a bit of distance. The reality in Israel and Palestine is violent and aggressive. So although the story is very human and very emotive, I thought that the nature of the piece’s subject matter required some kind of distancing between the performers and the audience.’

‘Being a man in drag gives you the freedom to say whatever it is you want to say, to be very direct and rude and flamboyant. I chose cabaret because of its ability to involve the audience – to bring them into the story and then in some way betray them and play with them.’

Will his next show be in the same vein as “The Ballad of the Burning Star”?   Nir assures me that the next show by “Theatre ad Infinitum” will certainly be ‘very very different’: it will deal with the Edward Snowden revelations, and will be ready for the Edinburgh Festival.

But he states that he, as an artist, outside of the company, ‘will always deal with this topic’. ‘Israel is a part of me, emotionally and intellectually. Some people take a very strong one-sided approach, but I feel like I can’t. I can’t escape the complexity. And that’s very painful.’ 

Preview: Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

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At the preview for this production of the Arthurian and chivalric epic Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, director Jonny Sell insisted his work was “simple”. However, I soon discovered that this unusual combination of puppets, medieval costume and singing all in one was, in fact, anything but.

As an ardent medievalist, I was especially excited about this production, but worried that it might be too niche. However, Sellin’s creativity and enthusiasm promise to alleviate these worries. The production features hand-made puppets, which were still in progress when I saw them, but they should cut an impressive presence in the O’Reilly theatre. The dominant green head of the eponymous ‘Green Knight’ is particularly impressive and ‘Tarquin’ – as the cast have named him – the wild boar should add to the natural, yet dramatic, aesthetic Sellin is aiming for. The staging of the production promises to be a star in itself; with a roof of sticks to emulate a glade and lighting to capture the sense of journey and quest integral to this chivalric epic.

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is difficult to define, as Sellin explained to me; however the cast seem to have come to grips with their epic, mythical characters.  Duncan Cornish embodies the naivety necessary for the chivalric hero of the story. Jack Noutch’s King Arthur is especially striking; he captures the multifaceted nature of Arthur’s character of a veneer of authority mixed with his complex personal relationship with his wife, Guinevere, with great skill. James Mooney’s Merlin is perhaps the star performance; his manipulation of voice and body-language is impressive, capturing the ethereal and mysterious nature of the wizard with great poise. The female roles were underplayed in the preview; however Sellin’s explanation of Morgan le Fey haunting the erstwhile Sir Gawain, should make the production especially dramatic.

The complexity of the staging and the characters makes this production a mammoth task for all the cast and crew. I worry it is overambitious but if everything comes together it should be a multi-layered and unmissable production.