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Hip Hop is still a mantle for misogyny

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Have you ever listened to the lyrics of Mystikal’s ‘Shake ya ass’? For the uninitiated, it is a song that can cause even the most ardent feminist to become a frenzied bacchanal on the dance floor. But, “shake ya ass, show me what you workin with. I came here with my d*ck in my hand. Don’t make me leave here with my foot in yo’ ass”, hardly alludes to someone who believes in gender equality. And Mystikal, a word of advice: you may be hankering for some action but at least hold something a little less conspicuous. A glass of champagne p’haps?

It is all too easy to dismiss these disturbing lyrics with the trite excuse that it’s ‘just hip-hop. After all, rap music and hip-hop have long been mired in controversy for their blatant misogyny, which emerged in the 90s, when lyrics that trafficked purely in lewd language flourished into a hip-hop sub-genre. Yet songs laced with crude and brutal expressions of sexism shows no sign of budging. Juelz Santana’s “There It Go (The Whistle Song),” was a chart hit that is as close to a street harassment anthem as a song can come, with lyrics like “move your thang/there it go/I don’t need to ask I proceed to grab“. Such lyrics are as indefensible as those songs which spew vulgarities “Imma beat dat p*ssy up” and implore women to ‘bend over’.

Vulgar glorification of pimping and female-ownership hasn’t prevented artists such as Snoop Dogg and Ice T from gaining mainstream acceptance. Snoop Dogg is, after all, a man who has walked women in dog chains and dog collars across concert stages and spouted lyrics, which explicitly advocate violence against women.  “Can U Control Yo Hoe, isfull of some real clangers:  You’ve got to put that bitch in her place/Even if it’s slapping her in her face … This is what you force me to do.” And yet such raw misogyny is overlooked by his apparently colourful charisma and quirky dress sense.

Chris Brown is one of the best examples of this “cultural amnesia”. Having violently abused his girlfriend, Rihanna, to the extent that she had to be hospitalised, he is now not only considered musically relevant, but has also subsequently won an MTV Music Award, and has a sold-out tour. Most worrying of all, a large proportion of Brown’s fan base are teenage girls, who, during his Grammy performance, sent tweets out to the tune of: “I’d let Chris Brown beat me up any day”. Despite the fact that he’s purring that, “No is not an option. Are you ready, I’m a take what’s mine”.

Consider the gross double standards. Eminem was pressurised to apologise for his homophobic lyrics. And so he should be. How, then, can we allow misogynistic lyrics to be treated differently? All the bass in the world cannot disguise Tyler’s disgusting message, from ‘The Creator’: “We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy”. Songs such as these subscribe men to a distorted guideline of how to measure their masculinity. They propagate the myth of women as a monolith: a sex object that can be used and abused in any form to satisfy the sexual desires of a man. When men are taught that sex is a commodity, and women are taught that it’s an emotional experience, you’re not going to end up with a functional market or indeed a set of norms for establishing relationships. Instead, you have a recipe for anger and entitlement.

Undoubtedly music fuels misogynistic attitudes by contributing to the belief that women’s bodies should be sexually available, but it does not create that perception alone. It begs the question, then: why do musicians around the world feel confident that audiences will sing along to lyrics that demean women? The sentiments behind that music do not exist in a vacuum. They thrive in religious texts, the lack of female legal protections, daily street harassment and social attitudes towards women.

Of course, rappers are not the only proponents of misogyny in popular culture. They are far from the first. The music industry has been saturated with a sprawling jungle of misogynistic imagery, from country musicians bemoaning a “no good woman” to craggy faced rock stars boasting of their latest conquest.

Rap and hip-hop music are, in principle, forms of oppositional culture that offers a message of resistance, empowerment, and social critique. But this intentionally avoids analysis of explicitly misogynist and sexist lyrics. To overlook the lyrical content is like eating a sandwich without the filling. Granted, gangsta rap is all about bravado, self-regard, macho posturing and, tenuously, fun. But that does not excuse the content. It is, in many cases, simply a mantle for misogyny.

Review: The Bacchae

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★★★★☆

Four Stars  

You might well be justified in asking what better theatrical treat there could be than a bit of Greek tragedy in the form of a new translation of Euripides’ Bacchae. The inevitable answer is a bit of Greek tragedy (indeed, almost tragi-comedy since the tragic and the hilarious are knitted together so seamlessly) showcased to its real advantage in New College’s beautiful gardens.

New translation I hear you question- surely not another tiresome adaptation to a “modern day context”? No, David Raeburn’s translation is utterly faithful to the spirit of the original and achieves a timeless idiom. The tragic is indeed harrowing – Dionysus, enraged at having his divinity denied by the Thebans, including their ruthless king, decides to send the women mad (as you do…), including the king Pentheus’ mother Agave, who ends up ripping her son’s head off thinking he is a wild beast. On the other hand, the script’s moods are multiple, having its fair share of double entendre and comic interchange, notably at the start between the two old men Tiresias and Cadmus, both of whom have a decidedly surreal appearance – tailored suits, draped with a gigantic goatskin, and the suspect attachment of a “beard”.

The acting is very energetic across the board and there is nice interplay between the resounding, declamatory styles of Dionysus and Pentheus, and the chanting of the female chorus, who approximate the rhythms of Greek verse, mysterious to the English ear, and are accompanied by the boom of drum and tambourine. Henry Ashwell gives a confident, dominating presence to Dionysius, god of pleasure, while Henry Hudson’s tense delivery as the sober Pentheus really shapes the conflict between the two; Hudson plays Pentheus’ later “transformation” into a woman, as Dionysus’ ultimate humiliation, to its zesty upmost. The impressive choreography of a very mobile chorus gave increased vitality to this conflict. The ripping into pieces of the body is thankfully for Hudson left offstage, and afforded quite a different dynamic in mournful understatement by a messenger (Alex Chance); the intensity is picked up again by Poppy Rimington-Pounder as an emotive Agave, realising that the head she bears is not a lion’s but her son’s. The problem here though is that the mother is not a palpable presence in the script until this point, so although sympathy with her horror at her atrocity is inevitable, we are left a little perplexed at the degree of Dionysus’ Agave-directed hatred. Maybe, we just have to call it divine cruelty and have done with it. Or otherwise, see it as condemnation of the animal instinct that whips Thebes into orgiastic frenzy.

On the whole, this is an engaging realisation of a play that speaks evocatively to us through the mists (or as a more appropriate Bacchean analogy: the winy fragrance) of time.  

 

Preview: London Assurance

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3.5 stars

London Assurance is a clever choice for a college play in Trinity term. The script is brilliant, its lines flow effortlessly, and the farcical plot makes it very difficult not to laugh. I saw the play at the end of 5th week, so with a good deal of time left to improve on a promising preview performance, this production is shaping up to be very good.

First and foremost, the plot is wonderfully ridiculous. We see every typical farcical event one could imagine: mistaken identity is common, characters attempt to elope together, and there’s an accidental duel. As a light comedy which tends to parody itself, the challenge of the play’s direction lies in extracting every last laugh from a script littered with funny moments. Admittedly, during their presentation of the first two acts, some were not delivered with the finest timing and expression. However, there were enough golden moments to suggest that this will be developed by 7th week.

At the centre of it all is Sir Harcourt Courtly, an ageing aristocrat getting married for a sizeable dowry. Considering the only comparison I have is Simon Russell Beale’s breathtaking performance at the National (2010), Vyvyan Almond’s portrayal is very impressive. The character’s charisma and mild insanity comes across clearly; Almond has a powerful stage presence and he provided most of the best moments. Amongst other good performances was the composed valet, Mr Cool (James Mannion), against which Harcourt’s lunacy and flamboyance is accentuated.

The biggest laughs in the play come when characters shoot a remark towards the audience, often a cynical comment about the person they’re talking to. This sudden change in level was sometimes pulled off with aplomb but, along with other intricacies in the script, is something the cast can work on even more. In every conversation it seems there is some hidden objective for each character, a sense of their conniving strategies which began to come across effectively.

Weather permitting, the Merton gardens is a perfect setting. With a play that relies so heavily on keeping up its pace between scenes, and characters’ entrances being well-timed, it will be interesting to see how these challenges are tackled with a set and the long garden paths. Also, the 1841 play will be greatly enhanced by period costumes.

With more time to fine-tune characters, script subtleties and scene changes, the Merton Floats have a very entertaining show on their hands. I thoroughly recommend going. You’ll laugh. 

Fashion in Film: Get the Look

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Jonny Loves Rosie hairband with Diamante embellishment, £24; ASOS gem stone bracelet, £8; ASOS flapper hair band, £15; Topshop premium rhinestone chain necklace, £60; French Connection black suede peep-toe heels, £95; Dune nude patent strappy sandals, £80; Karen Millen sheer and opaque dress, £190; Coast Chrystle sparkle dress, £220; Miss Selfridge embellished cut-out dress, £85; French Connection flash sequins dress in powder, £175.

 

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Betsey Johnson heart drop earrings, £35; Essie nail polish in ballet slippers, £11; New Look cream pearl wrap-around necklace, £5.99; Sister Jane lace collar gilet top, £52; Goldie London Carla Midi dress, £58; Topshop transitional bowler hat, £18; Mango blazer, £79.99; Forever 21 shimmering teardrop earrings, £3.15; Next printed pink floral scarf, £24; silver-framed round glasses, £12 at ASOS Marketplace.

 

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Accessorize pearl studs, £7; Dorothy Perkins pink cotton cardigan, £16; Whistles Point ballerina flats, £95; Claire’s Accessories chiffon bow hair clip, £4; Forever Unique Bessie dress in ivory, £220; Fulton photo umbrella, £12 at ASOS; Lulu Guinness birdcage umbrella, £32; Alex Monroe big single feather necklace, £132; Jaeger classic camel trench coat, £299; American Apparel Seersucker sun dress, £58; Oasis crew cardigan, £25; John Lewis cotton dress gloves, £20.

BEAUTY CORNER: designer beauty collaborations

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A very wise woman (a.k.a my editor) once confessed to me that though she rarely indulges in make-up, new-season Chanel nail varnishes are her guilty pleasures. The logic behind it is also perfect: I cannot afford a bag, so the vernis is my bit of new season Chanel. This reason is one behind the recent foray of various fashion houses into the beauty market, notably Dolce & Gabbana, Tom Ford and Burberry, amongst others. They make great products, and we fawn over the beautifully packaged lipsticks, but what gets us really excited is when brands without their own make-up lines send out products – gorgeous and unique.

Alber Elbaz for Lancôme


Lanvin’s creative director is bringing the couture giant’s distinctive graceful girliness to his collaboration with Lancôme. When news of this was announced in January, the beauty world went into a state of full frenzy, waiting with baited breath for details on the limited-edition collection. Elbaz made this all about eyes, with four mascaras, four eye-palettes and Lancôme’s first ever eyelashes. The collection launches exclusively at Selfridges on 15th June (just in time for the Long Vac), and nationwide 1st July. 

Pierre Hardy for NARS

Thanks to the genius collaboration between the famous shoe designer Pierre Hardy and NARS, we have a stunning summer collection. There are two blushes, and six nail polish duos of beautifully complementary shades. The best part? They come in miniature shoe boxes and dustbags! The full collection is currently available online at www.narscosmetics.co.uk


Matthew Williamson for Benefit

The king of vibrant colours has collaborated with Benefit on a limited-edition palette and, like his brand DNA, it is a celebration of shades and patterns. The ‘Rich Is Back’ palette features a mini best-selling ‘They’re Real!’ mascara, Williamson’s four exclusive eye shadows, a mini lip gloss and a powder blush – all of which have been inspired by the 70s, when Benefit first launched. And this might not be his last offerings – the designer has enjoyed his experience so much that he might launch a beauty line in the future! In the meantime, the palette is available at Debenhams stores and Benefit boutiques from 15th June.

Marc Jacobs for Sephora

After the success of his award-winning fragrances, Marc Jacobs is set to venture further into the world of beauty with his own makeup line. He has employed beauty giant Sephora to bring Marc Jacobs make-up to life.  Details have been scarce, which have only fuelled interest. All we know so far is that there will be a pen eyeliner and a day-to-night eye palette. While a launch date has not been announced, an Instagram teaser set it at 9 August – get it in your diaries!

Should a JCR be a political body?

YES! – Charlotte Cooper-Beglin

In Wadham, my college, there’s been a spurt of overtly ‘political’ motions this year. The SU has deliberated topics as the Israel-Palestine situation, the propriety of Julian Assange speaking at the Union given his accusations of rape and the arguably transphobic attitudes of the British press involved in the Lucy Meadows case. We’ve also seen a controversial candidate for Treasurer condemn such “bureaucratic and ideological motions” and argue (in a quote from Cherwell) that “SU money is for everyone, not just those with an agenda.”

So is it right for the JCR to be a political body? I believe so. Firstly, how on earth could it not be? Even in its most basic form, it is a body designed to represent the interests of students and to allocate the resources afforded to it as it sees fit according to the students’ wishes. This in itself is a political task; often the judgements we accept as received wisdom have implicit values and assumptions in them, and even if the JCR was used to the greatest economic benefit of the whole student body, this decision in itself embodies its own political principles.

Politics doesn’t have to mean narrow party political allegiances either. When we vote to reimburse women for the morning after pill, for example, we are politically endorsing principles of reproductive freedom.

It’s also hard to draw the line between issues that affect us as a student body and high politics. National political debates are often discussed through the prism of university life. Israel-Palestine was raised through a discussion about pressuring the university to support the BDS (Boycotts, Divestments and Sanctions) movement in order to not use our funds to support oppression, and also involved discussion of how this would affect Israeli students, and of the academic and cultural impact of such a decision on Oxford students. Similarly rape culture, victim-blaming and the Julian Assange case were raised through discussions of the Un- ion’s programme, the incidence sexual harassment among students, and Wadham’s zero-tolerance motion.

Having said this, I don’t want to limit this to an argument that the JCR is implicitly political in its everyday workings, true though I think this is. I also believe that it’s a good thing that JCRs can have their own political identity, such as Wadham’s radical/left-wing/feminist identity.

Sure, there’s a lot that frustrates me about student politics. It can be over- intellectualised, naïve about the world and involve just a minority of students. But there’s also much that’s great about it. It’s likely that our time at university will be the most time we ever get to dedicate to politics. Historically students have played a role in some of the biggest protest movements, and we shouldn’t just embrace an apathetic stance. JCRs are also in many senses unique as their small size means anyone can attend and have their voice heard. As a small body of students living together in these circumstances, yes we should be tolerant, open-minded and independent, but we shouldn’t shy away from politics. To confront political issues big and small in such an open and participatory democratic forum with the people we live with is an opportunity we shouldn’t pass by. Whoever said life and politics were separable anyway?

 

NO! – Alexander Rankine

A JCR fulfils many roles: loving community, welfare support, representative in rent negotiations, den of college egos and source of angry clean up exhortation emails thereafter. To say that it should never act in a way possible of being con- strued ‘politically’ is too high a bar to set. Rent arguments are political, how the food budget is spent is political. JCR elections are pretty political.

By a ‘political’ JCR then we shall mean one in which agendas irrelevant to the direct interests of members are pursued. For instance, where does your JCR take positions on the following matters?

Firstly, financial considerations, ranging from the allocation of the budget to issues relating to what col- lege charges members for food and accommodation.

Secondly, the way JCR members act towards each other. Are certain forms of behaviour or language otherwise legal in the world outside expressly condemned by the JCR as a whole (rather than merely in the JCR during meetings)?

Thirdly, issues loosely relevant to Oxford University as a whole: should Julian Assange, Nick Griffin or Psy have been allowed to come to Oxford events to speak?

Finally, issues of generic importance beyond the cloisters. Does this JCR support nuclear energy? What is this JCR’s position on the coalition government’s deficit reduction strategy?

For each question award 0 points if your JCR never does this, 1 if sometimes, 2 if often. Less than four and your JCR isn’t really doing its job. 6+ and it is getting into political territory.

You will notice that as the points go up, the JCR’s power to directly affect the lives of its members diminishes. The JCR normally plays an important role in rent negotiations, it has some limited power of influence over its member inter-personal conduct. On the other hand, the Oxford Union does not really care what your JCR thinks. The world does not even know that it exists.

The amount of ideological verbiage at JCR meetings is also likely to increase with irrelevance. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Some students feel passionately that certain issues, even if only loosely relevant, need an airing. And the level of political debate in most JCRs is actually quite high, much higher than in most student contexts, and definitely much higher than parliament. Opinions idiotic, hackneyed or inflexible are shown up if a few wise people deign to come to JCR meetings. To hear the brightest in college hold forth on public policy is definitely one of Mill’s ‘higher pleasures’ (sorry, prelims again). Then again, maybe that’s just because Corpus has Nick Dickinson.

There is always a danger that as the JCR divides itself over unimportant matters that something more important than the fight for Marxism- Leninism or the compulsory skin branding of JCR members with their privileges, relevantly ‘checked’, is lost. Unity. Just because a majority backs something, the irritated minority feels aggrieved that their JCR represent opinions they do not themselves support.

This in turn directly affects the core welfare competencies of JCRs. There is also a manifest loss of JCR credibility if it devotes a great deal of time to passing judgement on the wider world. JCRs should spend more time navel-gazing. 

Interview: Rowan Williams

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I am a fairly proud secularist and atheist so I was struck by a certain irony when Rowan Williams granted me an interview, Richard Dawkins having only mocked me when I asked him for one. He told me that I couldn’t pronounce the paper’s name – “Its Cher-well, not Char-well or however you say it” – and said that “everything he had to say had already been said.”

So I interviewed the ex-Archbishop. I thanked him for his kindness in visiting my home city of Christchurch, New Zealand after its devastating earthquake, but also challenged him with Voltaire’s great poem on the Lisbon Earthquake of 1755. “Did fallen Lisbon deeper drink of vice/Than London, Paris, or sunlit Madrid?”

Rather than re-hash the old cliché of asking a theologian for a solution to the problem of evil, I ask him where in literature can he find the best place to grapple with these questions.

“It’s an interesting place to start, because scroll back to the New Testament and you find Jesus himself saying, ‘do you think those who died in the disaster were any more wicked than those who didn’t? Of course not.’ And then you scroll back the book of Job, which is almost entirely a passionate protest against the injustice of god; so you can’t say it begins with Voltaire. But in modern literature, the classic place for this is in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Brothers Karamazov.

“Dostoyevsky took great pride in saying ‘I’m going to put a better case against God than any atheist can’ and laying out the horrors of murder and child abuse. And he would just say, ‘well there isn’t really an explanation. What I’m offering you is not a theory, not an explanation; I’m offering you a story about people who can live with it’.

“That’s one of the things literature can offer you,” Williams explains. “it doesn’t say here are the answers to your problems; it says here is a story about people living with certain kinds of conflict and tragedy and you have to think; if they can do it, can I?”

As Williams is an expert on Dostoyevsky – he learned Russian to read the author in the original – I ask him to elaborate on what makes an infamously misogynistic drunkard with a lifelong gambling addiction still one of the greatest of all spiritual writers.

“He doesn’t come from the traditional background of the Russian intelligentsia, he’s a young radical who is imprisoned and then has his horrendous near-death experience chronicled in his great prison novel The House of the Dead. It gives you a very poignant picture of someone struggling with the very diversity of human experience, the absolute failures and horrors of human experience, having his nose rubbed in the unmanageability of the world.”

“So when he comes out with some kind of renewed faith, as he says, it’s a faith that’s been through the crucible; it’s been burned pretty severely; it will never be about glib happy endings.

“He has this double attitude towards the people of Russia; he has a great mystical faith in the innate spiritual wisdom of the Russian peasants, but he is also well aware that the average Russian peasant is a slob perfectly capable of drunkenness, rape and murder. The fact that he has these two eyes focusing on each side of this paradox constantly makes him aware of the uncompromisingly tragic, he sees a little bit further into the dark and this makes him bigger than perhaps even Tolstoy.”

He points out that one thing all religious writers must grapple with is the simultaneous salvation and futility of faith and grace. He mentions Catholic authors Graham Greene and Evelyn Waugh.

“In both of them they must grapple with an awful paradox; how is it that you can think of divine grace as absolutely real, and yet not feel it making any difference to you, not dealing with your compulsions, your failures, your dark side.”

As someone deeply suspicious of religious faith, I find myself often more in sympathetic with one of Dostoyevsky’s greatest sceptical characters, the dour intellectual atheist Ivan Karamazov. So I put to him the question; what if we choose to read Dostoyevsky as an atheist?

“Of course his novels are structured so that you can read them this way. He never gives you a meek let out either way, and one of his greatest messages is to say that there’s never going to be a single image, a single gesture a single story that is going to settle the question.”

Williams is clearly very taken with religious authors, so I ask him slyly whether there any actual correlation between religious faith and literary ability? He laughs. “God doesn’t say to a poet ‘well done, you’ve behaved and believed very well, and now I’m going to make you a great writer, abracadabra.

“I don’t think there is; quite often people who become Christian don’t become great writers, they become worse writers; the mature Wordsworth writes terrible stuff, because he’s become a rather conventional Christian. Siegfried Sassoon is perhaps another case; his later Christian poetry has none of the edginess of what he wrote in the war. But you can take someone like W. H. Auden whose a much more interesting case; his convesion to Christianity allows for poetry of hard, but accepting, self-awareness and a sense of absolution mysteriously granted in advance.

“There are many people without religion who write brilliantly, and many with faith who write badly.

“But the very best poets, no matter their faith, are those who push the envelope, who are behaving as if our human experience were framed in something much more mysterious and unmanageable, which is something to do with religion.”

We move onto something that many secularists have a striking objection to: the religious education of children. What, I ask him, is his take on teaching children religion from a young age?

“By all means tell children bible stories early on; whether you’d like to admit it or not, they are part of the mental furniture of our civilisation, you need to know why and how this story shapes so many others.

“They are not stories about divine intervention, but about how people’s utterly chaotic and unexpected and bumpy personal histories somehow attach to the purposes of god, but you are left to make your own judgement.

“Here’s a story about someone who was bought up to be king of God’s people, but then murders, betrays, fornicates his way around the Holy City, whose own sons turns against him, then you have the heart-breaking passage where David weeps over the son who betrays him and you think, this is a picture of humanity that is pretty comprehensive and pretty nuanced. I’d tell people stories like that, simply to show how a story should be told.

“But the purely religious question is a harder one. I think it’s important to give children a sense of what it means for someone to say they are religious. Show them people who are praying and ask them what they think those people they are doing?’. The purpose of education is to open people’s minds to the varieties of human experience. We can’t be so tactful and restrained that we dont expose children to this kind of thing.”

I ask him where is the best place to start looking for answers if we are struggling with faith.

“The most important thing to know is that this takes the time it takes; you can’t force yourself to its conclusion. But what you need to do is find people of faith that you trust. They can be living, or they can be writers from an age ago; but you must find people who are not interested in taking the easy shortcuts; it’s a journey that we must all take in some way. You may not find you end in the destinations they do, but it’s vital to at least travel with them.”

He ends by talking about his debate against Richard Dawkins in Cambridge.

“There’s one thing that Dawkins passionately insisted upon – and if nothing else he’s a very passionate man – he says, ‘here’s this world with all its complexity and beauty and majesty; why do you want to complicate it by throwing God in?

“I didn’t think of the response at the time, but this is what I would have said. Take Bach’s St Matthew passion, or a Mozart symphony; does it complicate it to say it was written by Bach or Mozart?

“There’s a huge creative imagination holding all this together; it doesn’t complicate it to say there’s a God involved. Bach’s passion lies in the heart of Bach, and the world lies in the heart of God.”

Review: Chastity on the Verge

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★★★

The last night of Chastity on the Verge was a sell-out, with people scrambling on the door for the final ticket, such that a distraught contemporary of mine was even turned away. High praise then for a play which had obviously been the subject of many a recommendation, and not merely amongst the eager first-year French students trying to find any means not to revise simply by watching a 13th century text on stage instead.

This adaptation of the medieval courtly love narrative, La Châtelaine de Vergi, took a distinctly comic tone from the outset. To hard-core readers of the original text, travesty was afoot. Comedy is not an immediately central feature of the story, but Rachel Dickenson as the Narrator nevertheless welcomed the audience with light-hearted bounce, and by the time the Duchess and the Knight had appeared on stage, I found myself warming to the bubbly atmosphere which this production favoured. Kate Bennett was superb as the manipulative Duchess, with everything from her hand gestures to her delicate savouring of the verse oozing pure malevolence while still maintaining that hitherto intriguing element of comedy. The Knight, played by Markian Mysko von Schultze, was another terrific performance. Von Schultze managed to balance incredible sincerity with boldly comic lines, and succeeded in this rather difficult task perhaps the best of all the characters.

Such is the nature of the text that it takes a distinctly tragic turn, and at the Duchess’s revelation of the Knight and the Châtelaine’s secret love affair, which will, by dint of the principles of courtly love, obliterate their relationship, the adaptation’s insistence on the comic began to become unconvincing. The Châtelaine (Grace Mayhew) acted as the final bastion of tragedy in the piece, but whilst her touching monologue and the transition from the Knight’s drunken idiocy to the horror of realisation at his lover’s death heralded a poignant end, this was not entirely to be the case. Christopher Evans as the Duke continued his commendable but in my opinion slightly off-the-mark portrayal of a man who was having a bad day at the office, rather than someone who had just killed his wife and seen his niece and his most loved vassal lie down and die. To accompany this was a hysterical servant girl who it seemed was unsure whether she should burst out laughing or start blubbing uncontrollably. The audience were left unsure as well.

The temptation to inspire comedy into a typically tragic tale is entirely understandable, and one which was highly successful in charming the audience, something to which the guffaws of laughter throughout the 40-minute performance are testament. Maybe I went in as a French student trying too hard, a week before Prelims, to eke some higher meaning from what was essentially a very enjoyable way to spend part of an evening.

However, I just can’t help but feel that by trying to present the poem in such a different light to the original Old French, Chastity on the Verge at times left its audience confused – was it a comedy with a morally tragic conclusion or a comedy outright? It didn’t seem to know what it wanted to be, but then again I’m not sure the original text does either.

Preview: The Little Shop of Horrors

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Queen’s College Gardens will next week be transformed into the setting for Little Shop of Horrors, the 1982 comedy horror rock musical. A tale of botanical love, carnivorous plants, and rock’n’roll, Little Shop of Horrors will delight with love, music and plenty of blood and gore.

Director Emily Warren chose Little Shop of Horrors as it is “not a conventional musical”, incorporating diverse elements of rock’n’roll, Motown, and 60s culture. The acting and singing, exaggeratedly upbeat and enthusiastic as it should always be for musical productions, carry this production to a nigh-professional standard. Don’t miss out on this bloody great show in 6th week.

Mr Mushnik’s flower shop is the setting of most of the action. Mr Mushnik (David Wigley) is going bankrupt, until Seymour (Michael Coombs), the geeky orphan working for him, discovers a never-before-seen plant during a total eclipse of the sun. The plant looks strikingly like a venus fly-trap, and Seymour names the plant Audrey II, betraying his love for the original Audrey who works with him in the shop. Audrey II, despite attracting numerous customers, turns out to be carnivorous, with a particular penchant for human blood.

The plant that we saw was in the early stages of its development, but the various models in their finished state will be big enough to eat various cast members whole. A Fine Art student is making them out of chicken wire, and a puppeteer will control them from backstage. 

Audrey II’s voice, provided by Louis Geary, is spine-chilling and hilarious.

Musically, the show is spot-on, energetic and bouncy as the best musicals are. Sarah Mansfield’s crystal-clear voice as the leading female role, Audrey, is reason enough to go and see this musical. Chiffon, Crystal and Ronette (Heather Young, Susannah Cohen, and Alice Ev- ans respectively) sing in beautiful harmony as the three “street urchins” narrating in music throughout the musical.

Little Shop is in some parts a parody of horror musicals – with lyrics such as “Something’s coming to eat the world whole” in the upbeat finale, and the exaggerated blood and gore involved in Audrey II’s meals. A rock’n’roll band accompanying the production will give a professional edge in the traditional setting of the gardens.

The musical ends with a grand finale, the lyrics of which capture the moral message of the Little Shop of Horrors: “They may offer you fortune and fame, but whatever they offer you, don’t feed the plants!” If you enjoy rock’n’roll, romance, and blood and gore, don’t miss Little Shop of Horrors

Spotlight On…Michael Boyd

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All actors have sat through a difficult rehearsal at some point in their careers, wishing they were elsewhere. Few, however, have had to practise their performance under the watchful eye of a KGB agent. Sir Michael Boyd, the former director of the Royal Shakespeare Company, had the unique experience of spending his formative years training to be a director with the Malaya Bronnaya Theatre in Moscow during the premiership of Leonid Brezhnev.

It was the twilight of the Soviet Union, but the atmosphere remained tense and alien for a young actor freshly graduated from Edinburgh University. In Boyd’s own words, he was a “rare bird” in a society where free speech was still far from a reality.

Boyd carries himself with the gravitas of a man who has ruled over many rowdy rehearsal rooms. I found him standing at St Catz’s bar surrounded by a gaggle of student actors vying for his attention, much as they vie each week to be featured in ‘Know Your Thesp’, but I managed to prise him away from a particularly enthusiastic fresher to answer my questions. The most striking aspect of his career path has to be his early years in Moscow, and our conversation centred around this. There was a fair amount of cultural exchange between the West and the USSR in music and dance in the 1980s, but Boyd said that “inviting artists who worked with words was tricky”.

The regime sought to control the arts, most obviously through the continual presence of a KGB agent who attended all of Boyd’s rehearsals and was treated with “complete contempt” by those he sought to intimidate. More subtly, the authorities attempted to censor the output of the theatre, but Boyd was quick to assert that “there was a very significant fightback” against this within the theatrical community. Despite this, he acknowledged that the real censorship took place “between the fingertips and the type-writers”.

At a time when Brezhnev had fallen ill,a friend of Boyd’s hoped to put on a production of King Lear. The themes of succession which run through Shakespeare’s great tragedy were also playing on the minds of the Russian authorities, and a moratorium was placed on any production of Lear — “unless he agreed to cast, as King Lear, the general secretary of the Moscow cadre of the Communist Party in the Actors Union.”

The production went ahead, and, in Boyd’s succinct phrasing, it was a “pile of shit”. The advice of Shakespeare’s Albany that we must “speak what we feel, not what we ought to say” clearly held little weight for the Communist censors.

Returning to the UK from Moscow was a “relief” for the young Boyd. “I wasn’t naïve about what it was like over there; I was still delighted to come home to greengrocers with oranges in them”. But he doesn’t paint the UK theatre as the polar opposite to the USSR: just as the Soviet authorities sat in on the rehearsals of the 80s, capitalists controlled which shows were put on in London’s West End. “Market forces can be quite constricting. They defined what we could do and whether it would make any money or not.”

Boyd’s experience of censorship under Brezhnev radicalised him and opened his eyes to the power of capitalism in the West. As jazz plays and students chatter around us in the St Catz bar, I ask him whether theatre can be hard-hitting in an atmosphere as placid as Oxford. “There are plenty of fights to fight,” he replies, “and there is no shortage of constraints on our freedoms”.