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Review: Measure for Measure

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In Measure for Measure, one of Shakespeare’s problem plays, Vienna is depicted as a city of vice and perdition, such that the situation seems hopeless.

The Duke, played by an appropriately neurotic and overdramatic Albert McIntosh, leaves the city, giving full powers to Angelo (Bella Stock). In order to bring order to the city, laws are implemented more rigidly, and Claudio is arrested for breaking them. From there, this one-hour play about justice begins, in a whirlwind of colours and witty banter, with a brilliant all-but-one female cast. However, while it is mostly a comedy, content warning for sexual assault, which is treated with great thoughtfulness throughout the play.

Dorothy McDowell’s production is clearly stylised and shows a peculiar, fun creative vision. When the posters say that it is a colourful production, they are not lying. From the costumes (Rebecca Perez), with a monochromatic theme for each character, to the set design (Lauren Komer), this play is a delight to look at. The audience is treated to a commenter/Mariana (Gabriella Fitzgerald) playing the sax while waiting for the show to start and you can enjoy the aesthetically-pleasing stage.

The cast was overall enjoyable to watch. Stock’s perennial frown and intimidating mannerism, the fervour and desperation shown by Madison Onsager, who plays Isabella, Claudio’s sister, Fitzgerald’s irony and quiet indignation, all of these, from the smallest to the biggest detail, show a cast who understood their characters. While at times they overplayed them a bit too much to maintain believability, it was never such a problem that they became caricatures, and they quickly subdued their overacting.

The actors were also brilliant at carrying out fast and witty conversations, especially in scenes with more than two characters. In those, the actors were competently coordinated, testimony to McDowell’s skill as a director. In particular, whenever Emily Hassan and Margot Worsely, who played Lucio and Mistress Overdone respectively, were on stage, they played off the other actors with such ease and charm that they seem to have perfected how to act a genuine conversation. A separate note must be made for the absolutely brilliant actress that was Lola Beal as Escalus: she was subtle when needed, incredibly believable and conveyed her emotions easily – she made me want to actively look for her again, which does not happen often.

Moreover, this is an adaptation that is enjoyable for fans of the original. The lines are mostly the same, although cuts and rearrangements were needed to fit everything in a one hour slot. However, it could be confusing for someone with no knowledge of the original plot points, as very little explanation is offered for certain actions.

It is not necessary to read the original, but flicking through the plot may be helpful – especially if you are not comfortable with Shakespearean language. Some minor technicalities in the lighting department – at times, the actors were lit weirdly, as if the focus was not supposed to be on them – did not impair my enjoyment of the play.

Overall, with actors that are able to deliver a performance that is both fun and competent, it was an incredibly entertaining, aesthetically-pleasing experience from start to finish.

Review: Wire’s ‘Mind Hive’

Wire are a band that don’t like nostalgia, unlike most mainstream cultural figures. So much so, that they have been known to take a tribute act on tour with them to perform the hits from their most commercially successful albums of the late 70s.

Their latest release, Mind Hive (2020) is no different. The band prove their development with a striking intermingling of aggressive, heavy rock songs and those that are far more peaceful and melodic, verging on ambient. Throughout the album lyrics are pronounced monotonously in a way that evokes slam poetry or some form of dystopian chanting, unsurprising for a band with a satirical conscience. The struggles of the modern world have not been lost on Wire; writing songs to comment upon the crises of homelessness and inequality. “It’s nothing new, hungry cats getting fatter minds and thinner ideas” are the album’s opening lines.

The majority of the record plays out in a series of songs in major and minor, usually alternating one after the other. Despite a clear difference in sound, they share a throbbing rhythm and frightening lyricism. The first track, ‘Be Like Them’, is precisely one of those minor songs, that seems to typify singer Colin Newman’s obsession with “taking the ‘’n’roll’ out of rock’n’roll.”

The album features tracks that are less menacing: ‘Cactused’ sounds more like 70’s pop-rock than anything else, whilst the jangly guitars in ‘On the Beach’ are reminiscent of early Smiths. This however is as close to mainstream indie-rock that the group stray in the album, and the song itself is not so much the worse for it. ‘Unrepentant’, meanwhile, is a spaced-out, roomy track, that perhaps represents most strongly the ‘art’ side of the London band’s art-rock identity.

However, precisely what Wire achieve so well in this album is undercutting their melodic and often peaceful sound with lyrics carrying striking dystopian imagery. The moments of real aggression become more impactful, as if you’ve been led along in peaceful listening to end up feeling the same rage that they express – not a bad analogy for the modern British existence.

‘Hung’ is undoubtedly the album’s centrepiece, a seven-minute marching drum-beat that crescendos with hazy guitars and computer beeps, fading out midway through only to ramp up again. Meanwhile, the singer notes “in a moment of doubt the damage was done, trust was lost and the wheel was spun”, rather directly evoking the 2019 election and the breakdown in political discourse. The final song on the album, ‘Humming’, is pretty-sounding, but ultimately forgettable. It feels as if this may be the way of an album whose intent is more potent than most of its music, without any obviously superb hits.

Wire, unlike most other modern indie musicians (see Liam Gallagher’s poor John Lennon impression), aren’t looking backwards. As a result, Mind Hive feels very much contemporary and suitable for the outlook of the new decade. It is a timely album, but unfortunately that is probably why, unlike Pink Flag it won’t be revered as timeless, although it seems the concept of ‘timelessness’ itself has run its course.

The music of Little Women

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For the characters in Greta Gerwig’s recent film adaptation of Little Women (2019), music is an essential part of their lives. Beth (the third of four March sisters) is a gifted pianist, as is Professor Bhaer, Jo March’s love interest. Mr. Laurence grows emotional as he listens to Beth play chords in his empty manor house, and Laurie and Jo meet at a ball and boisterously dance to Dvořák’s String Quartet No. 12 (although this is anachronistic, given that Little Women takes place around thirty years before Dvořák wrote this piece). It is evident that the story is driven by music.

In the same way, Alexandre Desplat’s Little Women score is an indispensable part of the cinematic experience. Gerwig’s take on the beloved classic makes use of a non-linear temporal framework, and Desplat’s film score does the necessary work of braiding together scenes that happen in different times and places. From Civil War-era Massachusetts to Paris of the Impressionists, his craft, paired with Gerwig’s direction, makes for a seamless viewing experience. Indeed, the success of Gerwig’s Little Women depends upon the film score’s unwavering continuity.

Alexandre Desplat boasts a prolific career in the film industry. He has composed music for numerous box office hits, including Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (parts I and II), The Danish Girl, The Grand Budapest Hotel and The Shape of Water; the latter two for which he won Academy Awards. Little Women maintains the rhythmic sensibility and otherworldliness of Desplat’s previous works, and in so doing, marks a startling departure from scores that accompanied previous film adaptations of Little Women.

Notably, Desplat’s Little Women score runs nearly twice as long as Thomas Newman’s 1995 Little Women composition, yet Desplat’s album feels swifter and more fluid than its predecessor. Desplat’s work is well-paced, balanced, and metronomic. It is equally reliant upon the strings, keyboard, and wind instruments, and the songs drip into one another, causing the entire work to attain a sort of hypnotic sameness. Despite this, each song manages to illustrate an individual thought or emotion that corresponds to a given point in the film. The best songs sway to extreme ends of this arc: for example ‘The Book’ is soaring and hopeful, which contrasts sharply with ‘Friedrich Dances with Jo,’ a hesitant, quieter conversation between harp and keyboard. Other noteworthy moments include the building anticipation in ‘Jo Writes’, the sudden end to ‘Ice Skating’, and ‘Carriage Ride,’ for its exceptional use of pizzicato.

Any great film score must fulfill a paradox. It needs to be a standalone achievement, existing independently of the story it illustrates, while also blending seamlessly into the background of that story itself. Desplat’s film score does exactly this. The score’s staccato notes accentuate the plot, from Jo’s bookish ambitions to Beth’s frail health, and yet the music is also a character in itself: both descriptive and worth describing. This is what makes Desplat’s Little Women a standout accomplishment, entirely deserving of its recent Academy Award nomination.

Scrap the rhetoric: simplifying our response to food waste

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As with so many other environmental issues, more and more people are becoming aware of the environmental strain created by food waste, and the good news is our overall waste is decreasing: between 2007 and 2012 there was a reduction in post-farm food waste of around 12%, which equates to 1.6 million tonnes of food waste. Yet still more than a third of all food produced never reaches a table. Articles and campaigns often compare food waste in western countries to the lack of provisions in other places: the Food and Agriculture Organisation of the United Nations describes how consumers in economically richer countries waste almost as much food (222 million tonnes) as the entirety of sub-Saharan Africa produces (230 million tonnes). For the average person, this feels like a larger-scale version of your mum telling you to ‘eat all your vegetables; think of the starving children in Africa’ – it doesn’t give much practical guidance for people trying to reduce their environmental impact. Indeed, the way information is presented in many articles and campaigns leads to an unhelpful approach to reducing food waste. When faced with these facts, consumers are encouraged to see themselves as shamefully wealthy and wasteful, destroying the planet and causing people in poorer countries to go hungry. Of course, no one wants this as part of their identity, but waste is so ubiquitous that the lifestyle changes required to reduce food waste can be made to seem impossible.

Admittedly, practical opportunities for waste reduction have increasingly been made available. New apps have been created to help reduce food waste, such as ‘Too Good to Go’, which allows people to buy leftovers from restaurants at a reduced price, or ‘Olio’, which functions like eBay for spare food. I’ve tried both, and they can be a great way to get cheap or even free food that would otherwise go in the bin. However, they can also reinforce an unhelpful way of thinking about food waste. The apps invite you to become a ‘food waste warrior’, and offer badges for ‘saving meals’. You earn points which quantify your ‘total impact’ and which you can compare with others to see how successful an eco-warrior you are. A similar message is spread by Silo, the new zero-waste restaurant in London. The restaurant aims to demonstrate that sustainability in the food industry can be financially viable; however, they do so by promising ‘purity’ to their customers, offering a ‘primitive diet’ which also happens to involve expensive and unrealistic food, including ingredients such as ‘rhubarb snow’ and ‘egg fudge’. Silo and the apps may have very effective marketing, and it’s easy to agree that their goal of reducing food waste is a positive thing, but they use unnecessary moral language to talk about food and make reducing waste seem far more difficult than it actually is. Instead of moralising, the food waste discussion should focus on educating consumers.

You don’t have to be flawlessly zero-waste or a ‘warrior’ to reduce food waste; it’s better to be realistic about your lifestyle and to make small, unglamorous changes. It’s important to think about the causes of food waste in your life: for example, special offers or online food shopping may cause you to over-buy. Perhaps you buy more than you need because it’s reassuring to have full cupboards? Or maybe you don’t make a shopping list when you go to the supermarket and end up with a lot of extra food? Studies have found that those with more time available for food-related activities generate the least waste. Lower levels of waste are also linked to behaviours such as meal planning, cooking the right amount of rice and pasta (which must be a superpower!), list-making and cooking with leftovers. But fundamentally, it comes down to not buying more food than you need, which increases food demand in supermarkets and has a knock-on effect, leading to agricultural overproduction. If consumers prioritise waste reduction, supermarkets and policy makers are more likely to include it as a factor in their decisions. Hopefully, by buying only what we need, we can create an industry in which farmers, supermarkets, restaurants are rewarded for sustainable practice without resorting to gimmicks and overpricing.

Realistic tips to help you reduce food waste:

•Learn how to store food so that it stays fresh for longer, including what food should be refrigerated – for example, bread, garlic and avocados last longer in the cupboard than the fridge
•Learn what shouldn’t be stored together – some fruit such as apples, tomatoes, bananas and melons produces ethylene gas which leads to a loss of chlorophyll, meaning food ripens faster – cucumbers and leafy greens are particularly susceptible to ethylene, so should be stored separately
•Transfer food and liquid into smaller airtight containers where possible and make sure caps are on tightly
•Check that your fridge is set to the right temperature
•Learn which best before dates are fine to ignore and don’t just throw food away as soon as it passes that date, and to make this judgement by smelling and tasting – your senses are there to stop you eating dangerous food, and most of the time ‘best before’ and ‘use by’ dates don’t mean the food is inedible
•Try to use up all the food you buy – for example, you can cook and eat and eat broccoli stems, and grate orange and lemon peels to use as zest in cooking

SATIRE: Party Time

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How many times do we have to elect politicians who look like Roald Dahl villains before a pang of embarrassment finally twinges? Nigel Farage and Anne Widdecombe waving their tiny flags in the EU chamber this week had definite shades of ‘Mr and Mrs Twit’ – if Twits were into hardcore xenophobia rather than simply pranking each other. 

Having said that, the Twits also enjoy living in a brick house with no windows to the outside world, so perhaps the parallels between Mr + Mrs T and the Brexit project are stronger than you might think. Nigel certainly looks like he’s had a few ugly thoughts which have taken their toll on his visage, but I’m not sure how the process works if you’re also saying those thoughts out loud on national television with Piers Morgan. I’d consult the source, but I don’t really remember reading that chapter in the book.

I wonder if Widdecombe might cheer us all up a bit by reconnecting with the eloquence she showcased in her poetry, written in honour of her dead cats a few years back. Why are they always failed artists? As she specialises in elegies, maybe something for the death of liberal Britain instead. Can I get that in rhyming iambic pentameter Anne? Yes? Thanks, hun.

With an atypically campy turn of phrase, Farage had a message for the haterz: “Some would say that I was overly theatrical, some would say I hammed it up a bit… those cynical critics would be entirely right, because that’s exactly what I did.” Are you ready for your close-up Nigel? Best get it while the cameras are warm – Nigel Paul Farage, MEP, is no more. Why then do I have this feeling we haven’t seen the last of him. Like any franchise which outstays its welcomes, another iteration is inevitable.

And what of the big day itself? Any foreplay which lasts four years, surely merits the mother of all climaxes. I suggest everyone readies themselves with umbrellas and braces for impact. If you happen to be standing near a Tory backbencher when the clock strikes 11.00pm tonight, the inevitable combustion may well be lethal on impact. I for one am not hugely keen on receiving a Big Ben Bong’s worth of pent-up liquid patriotism right in the eye.

A group with the charmingly oxymoronic name ‘Conservative Progress’ is offering true believers the chance to buy a ‘Brexit Celebration Pack’ for a bargain price of just £22.15. Included in such pack, they promise, will be bunting, flags and posters. Do these posters come with frames made of Nazi gold? For 22 quid, anything less would be grossly misleading – which, as we know, every Brexiteer deplores.

If the ‘Celebration Pack’ isn’t quite ringing your bells, rest assured there are other options. Pressure group ‘Leave Means Leave’ have got the go ahead for a party in London’s Parliament Square, a party surely destined to be remembered in the same breath as other classic examples of the genre: Bianca Jagger’s birthday in Studio 54, Woodstock, P. Diddy’s White Party.

I can think of many other places I’d rather be on Friday night – a coronavirus quarantine for instance – but just maybe it’ll prove to be the cathartic release that the nation so obviously needs. Perhaps after the celebrations have died down, and Farage has drunk his pint for the cameras, goodwill shall return to the capital. Leavers and Remainers will link arms in the streets, embrace each other and say ‘What were we thinking? We’re not so different you and I. These flags are just coloured bits of cloth really – let’s recognise the pain in each other and listen to what we’re really trying to say.’

Or not. If you read that paragraph with a straight face: WAKE UP, YOU HOPELESS CHILD. Look outside your window. When the cold grey morning of February 1st breaks, we’ll still be the same frightened, anxiety-ridden husk of a country we’ve been since 2016. Happy Brexit Day everyone.

Review: A new place to be Nourish-ed in Jericho

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Savannah Hawley on a café which proves healthy eating doesn’t have to be a fad

As trends for health food and ethical products are on the rise, so too is the demand for businesses that adhere to these standards. The health food scene in Oxford has stayed relatively small but strong, with a good number of cafés and restaurants around the city that serve organic or well-balanced meals.

One newcomer to this scene is Nourish, an eatery offering dishes that meet almost any dietary restriction. While I came for the food, the storefront was definitely enticing. It seems to be a one-stop-shop for most of the essentials in terms of dry goods and household products.

Leandra Mills, the manager of Nourish, spoke to me about the goals of the business:
‘We’re a place for everyone to find out about sustainability and taking better care of yourself. We have sustainable alternatives because we’re really passionate about all of these big environmental movements going on, but often people forget about themselves … so we want to help people be a bit more sustainable within themselves so that they have the energy and the ability to go out and fight the big fight,’ she said.

The store sells most things you need in terms of sustainable products — everything from beeswax wrap to vegan purses — and often offers sales. Also featured upon walking in is a wall of vegan and gluten-free food products; while it’s not necessarily a wide selection, all of their foodstuffs are staples that would meet most of your grocery list requirements.

Mark Johnson, co-owner, told me he was proud of the products at Nourish, and has searched hard to find suppliers that met their standards:
‘I can honestly say most of the people that we go to get it. Not only are they good people to work with, they have educated us as well … There are two processes to our vetting: how good the product is and what’s the ethics. That’s important to us, we don’t want to work with anybody that is just in it for the money’.

In keeping with this mission, all of the food offerings at Nourish are gluten-free and plant-based. Johnson told me a necessity for them was that people with dietary restrictions had a plethora of interesting choices at Nourish, instead of just substitutions. Additionally, the business will be running workshops and, if all goes well, regular courses on sustainable nutrition.

The retail section of Nourish, while exciting in its own right, is only a precursor to the intriguing food offerings. The café serves a wide selection of coffees and teas, and you needn’t worry about the cost of milk substitutes in their latte — Nourish uses plant-based milk as their default. Although I don’t drink caffeine, I had a coffee-loving friend come with me to judge their standard latte, and she was thoroughly satisfied. The drink selections aren’t too pricey, which is nice for a student on a budget.
I was a bit wary of the food at Nourish before I first tried it. Although I had already fallen in love with the storefront and mission, the food selection is small and rotates frequently — which, from experience, I know to mean the either that the offerings are refined and delicious, or not a real focus of the business at all.

This initial precaution was proven wildly incorrect after my first bite. I ordered the daily special: sweet potato, tofu, and fine beans with rice in a satay sauce. The combination of ingredients with varying textures and flavor profiles made me feel comforted with every bite I took. The star of the dish was undeniably the smooth and savoury peanut sauce — which added even more layers to the dish – if available, I wouldn’t have hesitated to buy a bottle. I finished simultaneously feeling satisfied, and wanting another serving just so I could keep the rich flavours in my mouth.

I later discovered that Amy, chef and partner at Nourish, also runs Xi’an in Summertown.
‘[Amy] just puts a lot of love in the food … My favourite meal has to be Amy’s Pad Thai. I’ve been to Thailand and I still prefer her Pad Thai to what I ate there. We also have Onigiri, which is like big sushi. Again, I’ve spent a lot of time in Japan and it is very great here. Mills said, when asked about her favourite dishes at the restaurant. “My favourite pastry would have to be the raspberry brownie’.

Ever one to take good advice, I ordered the raspberry white chocolate brownie that she recommended. It was chewy and rich, without being overly sweet – if not told, most would never know it was vegan and gluten-free. However, be aware: these brownies are seriously addictive. Nourish has a constant selection of desserts that includes doughnuts and cookies in addition to the brownies. Every single one is made in keeping with the plant-based and gluten-free standards of the shop.

If the great taste of the food isn’t enough, all of it, like the drink selection, is affordable — I managed to get both the main dish and a dessert for under £10. Cost does seem to be something the Nourish team kept in mind when building their business. In the mornings, coffee is only £1. Thursdays are designated ‘Thirsty Thursday,’ when those who bring in a reusable cup get a free refill from 8-11 am. The staff, too, were welcoming each time I visited, and are always willing to help answer questions about their specific products and sustainability in general.

The only possible drawback of Nourish is that they don’t have wifi. As a student, it would be nice to sit in their relaxing ‘green room’ seating area and work whilst enjoying a tea or my meal. However, the fact that this is the only weak point I could find speaks of the success the young business has already been able to achieve.

Nourish is a testament to the fact that a great meal and atmosphere don’t have to sacrifice affordability or ethics. If you’re looking for a lunch that satisfies your wallet and conscience along with your tastebuds, I strongly recommend visiting this growing business at their location on Little Clarendon in Jericho.

Don’t Panic

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When my Mum first met my Dad, she declared to all in the pub that he was “the sort of man that listens to R.E.M”. He didn’t mind: his hearing’s crap and he thought she was pretty. But it does mean I have the band somewhat to thank for being born. That kind of gratitude only gets the Yankee 80s crooners so far, however. Especially when one of their greatest hits is the soundtrack of our age. Wherever you go, there are those declaring it’s the end of the world as we know it

It was hardly going to be Shiny Happy People, was it? It’s not hard to guess why it’s playing ad infinitum. We see Australia in flames, dozens dying of coronavirus in China and quivering international commentators declaring Iran and America are on the verge of World War Three. The 2020s seem to have ushered in a Gotterdammerung of misery and terror. That’s before we’ve even left January. And the European Union.

But, dearest reader, I think we should take a leaf out of The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, famed throughout the, erm, galaxy for having written on its cover in big, friendly letters: Don’t Panic. From Greta to CNN, FBPE-types to Westerners visiting China, we all need to take a collective chill pill. Maybe with a bottle of Corona. Though it does taste shite, even without the unfortunate connotations.

How can I be so blasé? After all, we keep hearing ad infinitum that “the world is literally on fire”, that Brexit’s broken Britain or Trump’s going to bomb Iran to boost the rating of Fox and Friends. Now, I’m no climate change denier or Trumpista. I’m a Brexiteer, but nobody’s perfect. In fact, I’m something even worse than any of those. I’m an optimist. But this isn’t blind faith, a gullible intransigence in the face of disease, fire and chlorinated pestilence. No, I’m an optimist because I’ve been exposed to some inconvenient truths (a phrase my Editor’s hoping isn’t copyrighted).

Too often, we hear only the shrillest voices or the worst news.  By doing so, we miss the far more positive reality. The fires in Australia are awful, and the global climate is certainly changing. But the idea the “world is on fire” is nonsense. NASA data shows the instances of wildfires globally dropped by a quarter between 1998 and 2015.  Pretending otherwise detracts from efforts to reduce emissions and makes the climate debate far more contentious than it should be. Similarly, every death from the coronavirus is a tragedy. But in 2005 the World Health Organisation, as highlighted by The Spectator’s Ross Clark, predicted up to 50 million deaths from bird flu. The actual number was 482. These outbreaks are containable. As far as I know, the Third World War hasn’t yet broken out. And the previously anti-Brexit IMF predicts Britain will outpace France and Germany in growth over the next two years.  The news is not as bad as you’d think.

More importantly, global poverty is a sixth of what it was sixty years ago. There are more people obese than living in famine for the first time ever. Child mortality is the lowest it’s ever been; so are the numbers of those dying in conflicts. There’s never been a better time to be alive. Ignore those telling you it’s all going to hell in a Trump-driven handcart. Back sensible measures to help the climate, don’t write off Britain and hope the Democrats find a decent nominee. If so, asides from death, taxes and hangovers, the future’s looking bright.

By the way, my Dad doesn’t really like R.E.M. He actually listens to a lot of Gary Numan. Which I’m glad he didn’t tell my Mum, or he’d have been stuffed.

Confusion and Chaos: The 2020 US Presidential Election Kicks Off

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Bernie Sanders and Pete Buttigieg set to top delegate counts amidst frustrating counting and technical issues

As of three days after the Iowa caucus, the full results still have not been released. However, with 96% of the results released, which supposedly show a cross-section of the race, show Sen. Bernie Sanders and former South Bend mayor Pete Buttigieg tied in the pledged delegate count, followed by Sen. Elizabeth Warren and former vice president Joe Biden in a disastrous fourth place. The final result is set to be extremely close between the top two candidates.

In the US, presidential nominees are chosen by being assigned a majority of pledged delegates, based on the votes in a series of primary elections and caucuses. The fifty states will send around 4,000 pledged delegates to this year’s Democratic National Convention, where one of the crowded 2020 field will be officially nominated for President of the United States in July.

Iowa only elects 49 of those assigned delegates. Mathematically the stakes look low, but because the result of the Iowa caucus has so much power in shaping media narratives going forward, it is a state in which candidates have historically invested a great deal of time and money. All Democratic nominees since 1996 have won this contest, in a state often subject to years of campaigning before the election even begun. One candidate, the quixotic John Delaney, literally announced his candidacy in 2017 and dropped out three days before the opening contest.

This year, instead of the media narrative centring around the winner of the Iowa Caucus and their prospects for future contests in New Hampshire, Nevada, South Carolina and the dozen states that vote on the 3rd March or ‘Super Tuesday’, it has been focused on the embarrassing failure of the Democratic Party to report the results of its own caucus, with several media outlets declaring the event a victory for Trump. 

This has come about because the Democratic Party entrusted the mechanics of their caucus to a dodgy app. The app is supposed to allow the central party to collate all the data from the caucuses across the state. The caucus system relies not on paper ballots but on counting the number of people in attendance: once they have been grouped by candidate support, they are counted by a party official. Each precinct was supposed to report their data to the central party by uploading the results to the app, making the process of collating the results quick and easy for the party.

Instead, the night played out in strange and bathetic fashion. American news networks expected the results to begin arriving at 8pm EST. By 9:30pm EST, news crews commented that it was taking much longer than usual for any full results to be reported; news agencies were reporting early numbers, but all results were partial tallies.

After several more hours of waiting while news agencies and broadcasters tried to fill hours of time that had been set aside for election coverage, the candidates made their speeches assuring everyone the election had gone excellently for them and urged their supporters to look forward to the New Hampshire primary in a week’s time. Buttigieg got particularly carried away, declaring victory before a single official result was declared – all whilst Sanders may yet overtake him.

The software meltdown seemed to threaten to endanger the whole process as efforts to submit results across the state overloaded it with traffic and transmitted incorrect data. It seems that the organisers of the caucus were using software that simply had not been tested state-wide prior to the actual vote, despite having had years to prepare. And so, by morning, still no results were announced, and the entire Democratic Party looked utterly shambolic.

It is not yet clear whether the chaos surrounding the caucus has blunted its usual importance in shaping the race. Biden currently leads the national polls and Buttigieg trails them, at around 7% in 538’s polling aggregation, in 5th place behind the former mayor of New York City, Michael Bloomberg, who is skipping the first four states altogether to buy a barrage of adverts in Super Tuesday states.

However, the relevance of national polls is very limited at this stage compared to delegate counts in early states, and only time will tell how substantial a ‘bounce’ the early states provide. Buttigieg is also hindered by his currently low levels of support among non-white voters as compared with Biden and Sanders. All of this makes for an unpredictable contest.  

It is perhaps appropriate that 2020 should have started off with a stark reminder of the Democratic Party’s potential for incompetence and self-sabotage. As journalist and podcast host Robert Evans pointed out, the political Right in America this year organised a march of 22,000 armed citizens through the streets of Virginia in favour of gun rights; the Democratic Party has failed to organise a caucus.

The Democrats performed strongly in the 2018 midterm elections off the back of Trump’s unpopularity, taking back the House of Representatives and performing strongly in swing states like Michigan, Arizona, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin, as well as forcing surprisingly competitive Senate and Gubernatorial races in conservative states such as Georgia and Texas.

But unseating incumbent presidents is historically difficult to do, particularly when metrics point to a strong economy. Although all the Democratic candidates will make the case for their own electability, any of them are likely to face an uphill battle to unseat Trump, whose base remains no less energised and organised. And if 2020 is to resemble 2016, the most favoured insiders among the Democratic establishment, such as Biden and Buttigieg, may well be the most vulnerable to Trump’s attacks in the general election.

Profile: Robert Icke

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“Anybody working in theatre now must be engaged with the question of whether it will survive”. It’s immediately clear from his first remarks in our conversation that Robert Icke is no stranger to facing controversial questions within the theatre industry and tackling them head on. When we meet on a rainy Wednesday at the end of term, what’s most striking about talking to Icke is the sense of responsibility he feels to produce great work that is still accessible to those new to the art form. His aim is to show the audience that theatre is theirs and that it can be “unsettling, exciting and dangerous” in order to build up audiences for the future.

Before his meteoric rise to fame, Icke explains that it was programmes like the National Theatre’s scheme of £10 tickets that introduced him to theatre in the Capital. As a director, he has played a great part in creating the same opportunities for young audiences today. Take his critically acclaimed Hamlet which premiered at the Almeida and subsequently transferred to the Harold Pinter Theatre in the West End.

At the Almeida, where until recently he was Associate Director, Icke sought sponsorship so that all performances in the final week could be taken off sale and made free for young people. Icke’s radical idea didn’t just impact the audiences but also had an effect on the cast. He explains that “the actors had the best week of playing I think we ever had. I’ve never seen Juliet Stevenson so excited!” This active engagement from all quarters proves Icke’s commitment and power in his chosen career. His approach has resulted in better theatre because the audience demographic is varied – “Audiences are always better when they’re mixed, nobody feels quite as safe. It doesn’t feel as homogeneous and so you have a better evening. Lots of different perspectives feed into the play.” This tactic continued with Hamlet’s transfer to the West End. He ensured audience diversity here by literally bartering with the producers over which seats they could sell at full price and which he wanted for under £30.

Icke clearly knows what he wants and how to achieve it. Yet in terms of a career trajectory, he admits he has no formulated strategy. I expected Icke to have a complete career plan, including a list of plays and playwrights which he wanted to tackle, systematically checked off as he cleared each hurdle. Yet Icke professes a much more relaxed approach. “I just do things I want to do, things I think will be exciting. There’s just a strange harmony about it when it works, the right people at the right time, in the right theatre. You can go a bit crazy if you try and measure it too much and meter out what you’re going to do.” Icke’s career does, however, seem to have a organic pattern to it, creating work in the same vein many times, namely adaptations. Although Icke doesn’t classify himself as belonging to any particular genre, it’s hard to dismiss his skill as a writer and adaptor of classics.

From the bulk of Icke’s work as a director and writer, it would seem that one of his chief interests is making stories relevant to a contemporary audience. There’s almost a dichotomy between his wide understanding of the tradition of theatre and his desire to create contemporary relevance. In his 2016 version of Friedrich Schiller’s Mary Stuart, where the two actresses, Juliet Stevenson and Lia Williams, decided who played each main role by the toss of a coin, Icke was aware of the work of John Barton who utilised role-swapping in his production of Richard II 40 years earlier. “You become aware that you’re carrying on the work that these people have instigated and that’s very moving. And the ancient Greeks are a big picture version of that; going back to the start of the theatre and trying to understand what is essential in it”. And that’s the key. Finding the essential component, the motivation behind the play, and establishing its relevance to today’s audience.


Icke isn’t precious when it comes to radically adapting old masterpieces. Take his critically acclaimed Oresteia, which premiered in 2015. Here, on top of developing the original Aeschylean trilogy, Icke penned an additional 70 minute prequel to describe the events leading up to the sacrifice of Iphigenia and the act itself. While some would question this radical departure from an original masterpiece, Icke knows it’s necessary and is acutely aware that the primary responsibility of the storyteller is to tell the story to the people who are there. “Even if we did it in exactly the way that the Greeks did (which is an impossibility anyway), there’s not going to be an audience from 458BC, in the same way that if we were to recreate the original performance of King Lear, there isn’t going to be an audience from the seventeenth century. Even if you get it exactly right, every detail perfect, none of us would know. Why this weird fetish of doing it like it was done then? What is deeply valuable about that, other than as a museum exercise?”. Indeed, Icke speculates that our obsession with the original idea has only really happened since copyright law. After all, in reality, most plays are just adaptations of predecessors. Look at the ancient Greek tragedians with Homer, where the story is fluid; it can be retold and the characters remade.

Icke’s devotion to the theatre is obvious, yet his radical, pioneering approach has not allowed him to be elitist about the art form. While some in the industry might consider platforms like Netflix to deflect attention from theatre and reduce people’s interest in it in general, Icke is able to see the bigger picture. He is acutely aware that current-day younger audiences might prefer Netflix for their entertainment. However, whichever you prefer, it is true that “good stories tend to yield better stories.” One platform which cultivates “good work is not the enemy of other good work.” Icke’s aim seems to be to keep theatre alive and open to all. And if Netflix or other platforms can aid him in that goal that is all to the good.

Heimat: a cinematic odyssey through 20th century German life

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The controversy surrounding Taika Waititi’s recently Oscar nominated satire on Nazi Germany, JoJo Rabbit, demonstrates that dramatic portrayals of Hitler and the era of the Third Reich still risks causing offence. This was even more so 35 years ago when the first series of writer/director Edgar Reitz’s 54-hour German TV film series, Heimat (literally ‘homeland’ – although the word’s idiomatic significance cannot be precisely translated) was aired. Heimat remains compulsive viewing, and well worth the investment of time, chronicling eight decades of 20th-century German history. The sheer scale of the endeavour is impressive, verging on Wagnerian in its epic scope. One can only imagine the experience of audiences when the first series was released cinematically as a single 15-hour German language film in the 1980s. The cinematography, artfully moving between black and white and colour film, is beautiful, and never seems contrived. 

The first series, while critically praised and winning a BAFTA and awards at the Venice Film Festival, polarised opinion for its focus on “ordinary” German life in the interwar and Second World War periods. The story takes place largely, although not entirely, away from the horrors of the camps and the battlefields. Instead, it subtly addressed Germany’s complex relationship with its past, unafraid to present characters sympathetically, despite the crimes being perpetrated on their behalf. Although the enormous historic, cultural, political, economic and sociological significance of events don’t impinge too crudely on the lives of the characters, this is not an exercise in dreamy nostalgia.

Series 1 is primarily set in the fictional village of Schabbach in the Hunsruck region of the Rhineland, where Reitz grew up. The action is firmly located in its rural setting, focussing on the farmhouse and forge of the blacksmith, Matthias Simon, although there are occasional forays into the wider world. Foremost among these departures is that of Paul   Simon, Matthias’ son, who inexplicably leaves his wife Maria and his young sons to live in the USA. The ensuing domestic crisis runs in parallel with the turbulent events of the ’30s and ‘40s and sees Maria develop into the matriarch of the Simon family. Her difficult relationships with her 3 sons – Anton, the industrialist, replicating in Germany the technocratic success of his father; Ernst, the restless drifter, endlessly involved in madcap schemes of debatable legality; and Hermann, the brilliant young student with dreams of being a composer – form the backbone of the first series. That said, its generous length allows many intertwined subplots and brilliant supporting characters to develop along with the main protagonists.

Although the Hunsruck itself appears as a rural idyll, historical events takes place nearby, with scenes of anti-Semitic violence in a nearby town, the arrest of communist sympathisers on a visit to relatives in the Ruhr and glimpses of concentration camp internees engaged in forced physical labour in the construction of the nearby autobahn in the late 1930’s. But the focus is not on the victims of genocide. Even so, through its portrayal of lives lived, the films suggest that the myopia of “ordinary people” engrossed in their daily lives allowed the active perpetrators to carry out their evil acts. There is a strong suggestion that secluded communities such as Schabbach may have been largely ignorant of Nazi policies such as the Final Solution; when ex-SS officer Wilfried makes remarks about Jews and chimneys, no one enquires too deeply.  However, on occasion characters are present when terrible things happen but look away, such as when Anton, as a camera technician in a propaganda film unit on the eastern front, concentrates on cleaning his lenses and equipment while his colleagues film a massacre. This suggests that millions of small acts of moral cowardice facilitated the Holocaust and poses the uncomfortable question: would we act differently?

Although the centre of the fictional world holds in the first series tensions are building. Maria’s deteriorating relationship with Hermann (her third son to Otto, a part-Jewish motorway engineer killed in the course of his wartime position as a bomb disposal expert) propels the narrative into the second season.

In Heimat 2, home is rejected and lost.  The village of Schabbach is left behind as we follow Hermann in his music studies at the conservatoire in Munich and his career as a young composer. We see a rapidly recovering Germany of the late 1950s and 1960s, still haunted by its fascist past, gradually shaking off the trauma of defeat and atrocities committed in the name of their nation. Hermann encounters an array of intense, artistic, intellectual, avant-garde characters who influence each other’s lives in many ways. Passion, jealousy, self-absorption, ambition, loneliness, insecurity and the fear of not fulfilling one’s potential through wrong paths taken all run through their entangled, troubled relationships.

Two-hour episodes are each devoted to a particular character such as the energetic, impulsive yet melancholic Juan from Chile, a ghost-like observer of the group made up of musicians, writers, philosophers, filmmakers and actresses. Questions of belonging and identity underlie their damaged psyches, tested in different ways to that of their parents, yet still asking the same fundamental questions. The intense lives of these talented, tortured students have occasional tragic consequences- accidental deaths, backstreet abortions, suicide attempts and involvement in terrorist acts through extreme political organisations such as the far left militant Baader-Meinhof movement. Of the three series, Heimat 2 is perhaps the most artistically ambitious and satisfying. The characters drift in and out of focus developing, sometimes in close-up, sometimes in the background or off-screen.  We aren’t spoon fed- keeping up with all of the comings and goings takes effort but is part of the pleasure.

Underpinning Heimat 2 is the troubled tale of Hermann’s fraught relationship with Clarissa, a fellow music student and precociously talented concert cellist.  Their magnetic attraction and repeated repulsion has a metaphysical feel. The theme of home returns, however, as the artistic friends are welcomed into an opulent suburban villa, Foxholes, where a reclusive heiress, Madame Cerphal provides open house for die Künstlern to act out their quarrels and love affairs. Foxholes is a haven which harbours a dark secret and one which belies the accusation that Heimat fails to confront the events of the Nazi era. The shadowy figure of Gattinger, Madam Cerphal’s ambiguous companion, haunts this time. His story culminates in a visit to Dachau with his daughter, Esther, in search of closure to the harrowing tale of her Jewish mother’s death at the hand of the Nazi’s; Esther is appalled at it sanitisation for tourists.

Heimat 3 takes up the story in the late 1980’s with the fall of the Berlin Wall and returns to the Hunsrück and the family drama of the Simon clan. The intensity of feelings about home, of displacement, finding a new Heimat and of leaving and returning home recur in all series.  Although shorter and more fragmentary than the preceding series, there is much to recommend the third series.  Hermann and Clarissa find each other after years of globetrotting as international musicians and immediately become lovers – something their younger selves were unable to commit to. With variable success, they build a new life together with the constant flux of their messy extended families and careers playing out against a backdrop of German reunification and the turn of the third millennium. 

Their dream project of building a house on the edge of the Hunsrück – on a spectacular site overlooking the Rhine – reorients the action of the first series. Schabbach now seems to be located on a plateau, above and beyond the earthly world. This echoes the first series when the village has a mythic, other-worldly quality- often it is approached on foot, through mists and the traveller/viewer is greeted by an envoy such as Glasisch, the village’s eccentric, alcoholic chronicler or Hans, the one-eyed child marksman who dies in the war. That said, Schabbach is now far from its rural past- the forge is silent and cold and the Simon family, especially Anton’s, is riven with squabbles and resentments over inheritance as asset strippers reduce the company to bankruptcy. The onset of global politics is evident as the surrounding area is occupied by an American military airfield; when vacated with the fall of communism, there is an influx of Russians and East Germans. Characters such as Gunnar chase the capitalist dream, selling parts of the broken-down Berlin Wall to companies, becoming a millionaire yet not securing personal happiness.

Heimat is an important cinematic landmark. Ultimately, however, the compulsive nature of its viewing is due to the collection of compelling stories. Reitz is credited with giving Germans their hidden stories back and allowing a process of assessment and national healing. Time specific in setting yet timeless in themes and characters, Heimat still holds intense power.