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Preview: The Oxford Revue and Friends – ‘plenty of laugh-of-out moments’

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I have somehow managed to go three years on the Oxford performance scene without seeing a single Oxford Revue sketch show. Shocking, I know. Not intentionally – just, like so many things, I’ve always taken for granted that they’ll be there. It’s for that reason I feel incredibly privileged to finally see them in action today, where four members of the Revue take on a dizzying array of sketches, scenarios, and characters. The actual Revue will showcase the talents of six members, along with a compère – “There’s actually only two men this year,” I’m told somewhat gleefully.

The Revue show in eighth week this term – The Oxford Revue and Friends – is an hour long, and split between the Oxford, Cambridge, and Durham comedy troupes – Cambridge and Durham will have a half-hour each, followed by Oxford for the final hour. It’s a lot of time to fill with a series of two-minute sketches, but the variety I see here leaves me with no doubt that they will be able to achieve it. I’m told that the different Revues don’t communicate when devising their work, but performing with each other multiple times a year has given them an idea of their individual styles, each bringing something slightly different to the table.

The first sketch I see introduces me to their unique, strangely surreal brand of humour – I’m told at the end it’s “Goldilocks and the Three Bears from the perspective of the porridge”, which answered my unspoken question as to what the hell was going on – and is swiftly followed by a catty visit to the zoo, replete with side-eye as a mother and father duo attempt to have an argument without alerting their baby (at least, until all pretence is lost in the final punchline).

One of my favourite segments is the scene of a reading group at the Church of “St Josephine the Wanton Whore”, featuring a dramatic reading of an excerpt from Fifty Shades of Grey and an in-depth analysis of its symbolism in a Christian light (including the fantastic transition “And then of course we have the clitoris”).

Elsewhere there are plenty of laugh-out-loud moments – a conversation between a hopeful pope-to-be and a minister gets a laugh from the off (“Mr Sin?” “It’s Cardinal Sin, actually”). But what I’m most impressed by is the characterisation present throughout all of the sketches without exception. Even when a snappy punchline isn’t forthcoming (although there’s plenty of those, don’t worry) there’s an incredible physicality which allows them to switch from spelling bee participant to swashbuckling swordsman at the drop of a hat.

With the diverse audience of the Playhouse in mind – with everything from locals to students to Cambridge and Durham supporters – the troupe have tried to create something for everyone, with a diverse range of humour. I’m promised snappy openers, longer form narrative, and satire amongst the sketches. It’s certainly audience-focused, but the troupe say that it’s good to challenge themselves with different material that might be a little out of their comfort zone. The Playhouse stage allows for more ambitious projects, including musical segments and an intriguing “multimedia project” which is mentioned a couple of times. Having seen the content of some of the sketches, I quite honestly dread to think – but whatever it is, I know it promises to be hugely entertaining.

Review: The Oxford Revue and Friends – ‘an unforgettable comedic experience’

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The lights dimmed, silence descended over the audience, when suddenly – “WOOO!” – Sophia Goettke (of The Oxford Revue) burst onto the stage with a shout. She was to be our ‘compere’ for the evening, despite joking that she didn’t know what the word meant.

What followed was a short stand-up set, where Goettke played on the language of her German heritage to raucous laughter from the audience. Focusing on ‘relatable’ words, she introduced us to idioms such as ‘kummerspeck’, a personal favourite of mine, meaning to gain weight from sadness, and literally translated as ‘grief bacon.’ The fact that Goettke commanded both stage and audience solo is what made her performance particularly impressive. Her anecdotal style of comedy stood in refreshing contrast to the sketch comedy acts; and, in a show where so many characters were performed, allowed for key moments of personal connection with the audience.

First to be introduced by Goettke were The Durham Revue, represented by trio Charlie Billingham, Henrie Allen and Bob Howat. Their approach to sketch comedy was masterful, and elevated by the brilliance of their delivery. Particularly impressive were the ‘behind the scenes’ elements of their set. Explaining their intention, in “taking your expectations and having a little play”, the actors presented a number of scenarios which overturned the audience’s expectations to comedic effect. Calling it the ‘pull back and reveal’, one such scene saw Allen lying on top of Billingham suggestively, before explaining that they were actually demonstrating the relative densities of oil and water. It were moments like this, where the audience were invited to take a glimpse at the creation of comedy, that made this performance unique, and demonstrated the strong ability of the performers.

The stand out performance, however, comes from Bob Howat, in his reading from the autobiography of ‘Noo Noo’ (of Teletubbies fame). Surprisingly, Howat manages to take a comedic cliché (the dark reimagining of children’s television characters), and create something fresh. Not only is an addiction to snorting tubby custard exposed, but Dipsy (a RADA alumnus, apparently) has auditioned for the part of Rosencrantz in Hamlet and been rejected because of the television in his stomach. The Durham Revue proved themselves to be extremely able comedians, paving the way for the following acts with noticeable ease.

Next up were the famed Cambridge Footlights. Curating a set that was both varied and playful, the performers carried us through to the interval with a number of sketches, their subjects ranging from spies with funny names to the act of ordering breakfast in a restaurant. Some jokes unfortunately fell short, such as their ‘back in my day’ skit, which hinged on a punchline about the timelessness of Abercrombie and Fitch. The performance was also sometimes hampered by unclear dialogue, meaning that the audience lost out on key comedic points. Despite this, parts of their work shone out. Their ‘Fairtrade drugs’ advert was a particularly funny segment; as was their ‘voodoo-doll job interview’ (the punchline here being the mistaken identity of the doll). Overall, the performance was cleverly thought through, and had the potential to be more impressive in a more intimate setting, where sound issues could be reduced.

We had seen the friends, and now at last it was time for the main event: The Oxford Revue themselves. No topic was off-limits in this vivacious performance, which discussed (among other things) gun laws, anti-vaxxers, Zac Efron’s ‘sexy’ Ted Bundy; and of course, the latent biblical analogies in Fifty Shades of Gray. “After all”, says Tommy Hurst’s character, “he is called Christian.” The sheer variety and inventiveness of the set, bolstered by the superb comedic prowess of those on stage, culminated in an unforgettable comedic experience. Seriously: I’ll never think of Fifty Shades the same again.

These students are truly deserving of recognition for the time and effort they put into this performance. Whilst it isn’t a perfect science, the quality and polish they achieved onstage was rewarded by the obvious enjoyment of the audience. Stand out performances came from Mati and Jasmine, in their roles as bumbling first-date commentators. Finally, credit must be given to Hurst for baring (nearly) all in the final ‘naked sketch’ – a true dedication to his art.

Overall, the tone of the night was fun and light-hearted, providing the perfect antidote to post-finals existentialism. I just wish I could watch it again.

Review: Amélie The Musical – ‘a story of relentless optimism’

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Despite being an avid fan of the 2001 film Amélie, you may be surprised to hear I did not go into this performance with high expectations. This UK tour, arriving in Oxford at the New Theatre, is based upon a 2015 Broadway production, which – with the exception of starring lady Phillipa Soo (Hamilton, anyone?) – was widely panned by critics.Whatever doubts I held in my head, they are undoubtedly gone by the close of the show. This is a production with heart.

The main criticism of the original Broadway production was, surprisingly, that it didn’t sound Parisian enough – perhaps surprising for a show whose main selling point over here has been its quirky French charm. This is a change which has certainly been rectified in this production, and it’s all for the better. French accents abound, which, despite occasionally causing the speech to lose clarity, is undeniably an improvement. This is a world filled with the sense of Montmartre, a whimsical atmosphere which carries all the quirkiness of the original. And, while I dread to think how the orgasm scene might appear to a new audience, it’s good to see that its references have been kept, none of the plot watered-down for the sake of glitzy musical glam.

Some of the greatest improvements have come with the score. The opening number of the show – ‘The flight of the blue fly’ sets up this dynamic beautifully, with a lone accordion player standing centre stage. Gradually, he is joined by other figures, and we see that these, too, are playing instruments on-stage – the characters become the orchestra, and their continual presence on the stage adds to the sense of street performance, each of the musicians themselves containing their own story.

The first half of the show sets up the exposition well – detailing each character’s tics and interconnections with summary verve – and a heart-warming act of goodwill provides one of the most touching moments of the show. Tragedy is lightly counterpoised with comedy, maintaining a careful balance. However, it is the second half in which the narrative really strides into its own, as the attention turns from the community the protagonist tries to help to Amélie herself, as she studiously avoids contact with the star-crossed Nico (Danny Mac, fresh from Strictly). The early-act ‘Halfway’ is a beautiful solo number, with Audrey Brisson appearing to play the piano live, while the eleventh-hour duet ‘Stay’ captures the show’s paradox beautifully – “Don’t come any closer but don’t move away” – with wonderful dual-layered staging capturing the tender moment to fantastic effect.

The directors have noted the difficulties of bringing Amélie to the stage: it is a narrative which defies musical convention, in which it is impossible to have your traditional ‘I want’ song as the protagonist, at least initially, doesn’t desire anything for herself; in which a large musical number is entirely out-of-keeping with the tone of the show. This doesn’t stop them from including a showstopping Act One number with an Elton John lookalike (don’t ask) and a Princess Diana daydream. Although this tune raises the roof, it’s in the quieter moments that the musical finds its true spirit.

The staging throughout is exceptional and inventive, with a lightshade transporting Amélie to her secluded cove and flashes of light. The young Amélie, previously portrayed by a child actress, is here replaced with a puppet, as is a surprisingly animated fish. The creative team must be commended for the fantastic set design which transports the audience from café to apartment to train, with all the streets of the city in-between. But aided by all of these elements, at its heart is a story of relentless optimism– and this is portrayed in such a touching, genuine manner, it is sure to stay with its audiences long after.

Review: How to Use a Washing Machine – ‘script and score are full of witticisms that are genuinely amusing’

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Advertised as a “fresh, funny and frank new musical”, writer and director Georgie Botham achieves just that in her original work How to Use a Washing Machine which premiered at the North Wall Arts Centre this week before it heads to Theatre 503, the Greater Manchester Fringe and the Edinburgh Fringe Festival later this summer.

The play follows siblings James and Cass as they return to their childhood home after receiving their first real dose of adult life.  On the surface, these characters could not be more different.  James, the self-proclaimed “boring success” bickers consistently throughout the play with the sister he describes as an “arty failure”.  Packing up their childhood belongings exposes the similarities between the two, however, as they both lament unrealised dreams from their youth (becoming a ballet dancer for James and being a successful artist for Cass) and the struggles of adulthood. 

Perhaps it was opening-night jitters but the beginning was not as sharp as it could have been; at one point it was unclear if Cass was voicing the mother and some of the joint lines were a little out of time.  These are minor points though and the show quickly warmed up.  Both Moulton as Cass and Winter as James proceeded to fulfil the requirements of the roles and they should take pride in their convincing performances.  It is vital in a two-man musical consisting of dialogue, long monologues, solos and duets to have a cast that is strong and compelling both in terms of acting and singing.  Moulton and Winter demonstrated superbly not only the characters’ individual depth but also the many layers involved in a sibling relationship.  Beyond the basic level of verbal sparring and mocking (with Moulton singing at points in a babyish voice) a real sense of fun was established.  Sharing anecdotes, prompted by grabbing various items from a box, and dancing around the stage together lifted the pace successfully and the piggyback ride conveyed a still-present sibling juvenility.  Winter and Moulton also deserve credit for their tender moments in which the audience could palpably feel their intense care for one another.  Winter as James in particular demonstrated this through an earnest soliloquy in which the character reveals his “dullness” is to act as a steadying force for the unstable Cass.

The highlight of the show has to be the number after which the show is named.  Cass’s first solo song of ‘How Do You Use a Washing Machine?’ is fast-paced and chaotic just like the character.  The desperation of being incapable of getting to grips with this ‘adult thing’ is certainly relatable to students on the cusp of entering the real adult world.  Moulton injected the right energy into this song as the spunky and angsty Cass by interacting with the audience in a despairing bid to find out how to sort colours in the wash.  The decision to stage the musical in thrust was particularly fitting for this number and the use of a bubble machine was the cherry on the cake of an entertaining performance, with Cass running away from the soap bubbles of responsibility. 

It is often hard to strike the right tone in student comedy but Botham’s script and score are full of witticisms that are genuinely amusing and so the play maintains a light-hearted energy throughout.  Lines such as “Banker – reason why it rhymes with…” and the revelation that James and Cass’s dad is on Tinder provoked laughs from an amused audience.  The actors are accompanied by a talented string quartet and it suffices to say that the score created by Joe Winter enhances the changing moods perfectly.  A memorable instance comes in the transition between the overwhelming madness of Cass’s ‘How Do You Use a Washing Machine?’ song and James’s entrance; the fast-paced music slows and has a distinctly classical tone to fit with the “dull” character he has become.    

Although the plot was at times predictable and the anxieties of both characters exposed later in the play could have done with slightly more development, Botham’s musical is an enjoyable piece of theatre that I would recommend to anyone looking to spend a light-hearted hour.  I am confident that this will go down well at the Edinburgh Fringe and I wish SLAM Theatre’s production the best with their future runs.

What makes a good remake?

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In recent years, there has been a trend in the film industry towards remakes. These have sometimes taken the shape of updating the casts and stories, particularly by swapping originally all-male main casts with female casts, such as in the fairly recent Ocean’s Eight, and the all-female remake of Ghostbusters. Disney in particular is currently churning out a slew of live-action remakes of classic animated films, from Mulan to The Little Mermaid. Most recently Disney’s The Lion King hit cinemas and was met with mediocre reviews, many criticising the fact that the film had nothing new or innovative to offer on the original 1994 film. From complete overhauls to animation updates, then, what is it that an audience actually want from a remake?

Remakes are not worth making unless the original franchise was successful, popular, and remains so with audiences, and thus remakes, by nature, are not judged solely as individual films, but by comparisons with their predecessors.  This introduces a problem for filmmakers as there is already a bar set for audience expectations. Studios must decide how closely they stick to the original film, and what elements must remain and which need updating, without upsetting audiences. This has, perhaps, been why many recent remakes have not received unanimous rave reviews; there will always be purists who do not like the changes, and there will also be those who welcome a change, something that is very much based on personal preference. Particularly with remakes which are made many decades after the original, there is also the issue of appealing to a new audience who may be less familiar with the originals, as well as appeasing older fans.

Judging by recent reviews, however, it does seem like audiences are keen for updates to their favourite films. The Lion King showed that simply reworking animation, no matter how impressive the new artwork is, is not enough to satisfy viewers. All-female cast films can also seem like studios are trying to bait audiences with diversity, when perhaps they should be focussing on offering new, fresh films to female leads. Indeed, all-female remake films often rely on their links to their previous films for popularity, with the result that the quality of the new release can suffer.

The new Men in Black: International was also met with a mediocre response, as the film attempted to update the cast, again by including more central female roles, but it fell short of audience expectations for a Men in Black film. Audiences are, generally, supportive of updates to films which bring them more in line with contemporary cultural values. However, this isn’t best shown by simply switching a cast. The success of films such as Black Panther show that increasing diversity in new films is just as, if not more, effective.

There is still a loyal following for remakes, comprised of original fans and those supportive of cast or style adjustments. However, it might be time for studios to stop sitting on their laurels and instead provide audiences with new and original releases which address issues such as diversity in their own right without relying on the popularity of older film franchises.

Does the new Lion King roar?

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It was only a matter of time before Disney’s 1994 animated film The Lion King fell victim to the ‘live-action’ remake and it should come as no surprise. In recent years Disney have cleverly worked around the problem of inventing new plots for their films by churning out an endless string of remakes of films from the so-called ‘Disney Renaissance’.  Critics have cynically seen this as mercenary — but why change a formula that has already had so much success? Hotly anticipated as the film of the summer, The Lion King reportedly accrued $595.1 million worldwide within the first five days.  Besides, the innovative technology which created this film’s breathtaking hyperrealism marks Jon Favreau’s version as a turning-point in cinema.

It was always going to be a risky business making this beast of a film.  A beloved and cherished classic, director Favreau had a mammoth task ahead of him to live up to the original.  And it is not illogical to draw comparisons between the two; the remake invites such comparisons with its identical frame-by-frame opening and its near-replicated dialogue.  To be fair, with a reported budget of $260 million and such stars as Donald Glover (alias Childish Gambino) and Beyoncé Knowles-Carter available for the picking, Favreau certainly made the best of a good opportunity.  

It has been argued that the script is uninventive as it has been largely reproduced from the original with a few added scenes, for example expanding the role of Nala (voiced by Beyonce).  However, this was a wise decision in my opinion as dramatically changing an already first-rate script would rightly have resulted in uproar.  Those added scenes are tasteful and enhance the story.  Additional lines come most notably from Seth Rogen as Pumbaa and Billy Eichner as Timon as a result of improvisation rather than script-writing.  The actors play off each other and this paid off in authentic exchanges which really heightened the comedy. 

The film is, paradoxically, not a ‘live-action’ remake – but it might as well be.  Building on those techniques used in the 2016 The Jungle Book, Favreau’s vision of naturalism is certainly one which he achieves with the ever-evolving technology of CGI.  The special effects are ridiculously good so that you are almost tricked into thinking the animals are real – that is until they burst into speech and song.  The bright vivid colours of the 1994 animation are no more.  Instead, the rolling savannahs and animals are created using duller, more realistic colours so that you feel as though you are watching a David Attenborough documentary.   It is almost unbelievable that, excepting one shot, everything we see has been crafted from scratch by artists using virtual reality technology.

I did have one considerable quibble when it came to this remake. In his bid for naturalism, Favreau felt the need to alter the characterisation of the hyenas, and Chiwetel Ejiofor puts his own more Shakespearean spin on the role of Scar.  Gone is the original slapstick of the dim-witted hyenas who hilariously roll around with laughter and Jeremy Irons’s archly wicked delivery of Scar which matched the animation’s delightful facial expressions.  The anthropomorphic features in the animation do not fit with the photorealism of the remake and so the hyenas become more menacing.  This is a massive shame as these points of comic relief are some of the best highlights from the original.   Elton John and Tim Rice’s thrilling number for Scar, ‘Be Prepared’, required major cutting to fulfil the requirements of the new characterisations which was somewhat disappointing.

From the cutting-edge technology to Beyonce and Donald Glover’s impressive rendition of ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight?’, this updated version of The Lion King certainly leaves you with an overriding sense of awe.  It is a pity, however, that we have to sacrifice such iconic comic moments for the cause of photorealism. 

The Rose Theatre Pop-Up: Shakespeare Goes Portable

Until early September, Shakespeare’s Rose Theatre is putting on an array of Shakespeare’s finest plays. York and Blenheim Palace are now home to Europe’s first ever pop-up Shakespearean theatres. The thirteen-sided structures and open tops, made from dismantlable state-of-the-art scaffolding technology and timber, directly echo the 1587 London Rose Playhouse, as well as The Globe in London.

The immersive experience allows you to step back into Elizabethan England. Beyond the theatre walls, the company have built a whole village, complete with a sophisticated Elizabethan garden, numerous drinks, food and souvenir stalls, as well as minstrels in 16th century dress. In York, there is even a pot-bellied pig and a woman in the stocks to complete the scene. Far from being cheesy, it feels authentic. Shakespeare himself would have recognised the raucous laughter, the groups of people huddled together in conversation in the interval, and especially the loud comments about the cost of the beer.

Artistic impression of the Rose Theatre pop-up in York, courtesy of Shakespeare’s Rose Theatre

Henry V is one of the four Shakespeare plays currently being staged at the York theatre, in the shadow of Clifford’s Tower. The uplifting sense of patriotism is palpable throughout, with giant English flags being the focal point of the otherwise sparse set. During the play they become increasingly tattered and bloodied, symbolising the exhaustion of the battle-worn English troops. Moments of relief from the battle, often take the form of hearty singing. The rendition of Swing Low Sweet Chariot was both poignant and rousing, particularly when supported by a slick choreography.

There’s an innovative employment of stage setting and space throughout. A particularly impressive scene involves Henry V climbing up and down ladders, trying to get to grips with the location of the French enemy, whilst being spun in the air by the chorus, with impressive acrobatics that suggest the chaos of a battle. Meanwhile some of the cast even appear unexpectedly amongst the audience on the tiered seating, adding more elements of interaction and pantomime to the performance.   

 Nevertheless, since this troupe is simultaneously performing The Tempest, it is only to be expected that some of the casting is less than perfect. Maggie Bain, playing Henry V, often swallowed and rushed her lines. Due to Bain’s insufficient voice projection and lack of zeal, the infamous St Crispin’s Day speech seemed lacklustre. She was not the only member of the cast who disappointed. Several of the French nobles’ accents were ridiculous, verging on farcical, making them seem like mere caricatures. Again, this added to the pantomime element. Their contemporary tennis costumes and sunglasses increased further the general ridiculousness, but also hilarity.

Though the groundlings appeared to enjoy their proximity to the action, it might be best to opt for the covered seating. During the performance the heavens opened, leaving many of the groundlings damp and dejected by the end.

If you are looking for a fun evening out and enjoy the idea of travelling back in time, then head straight for the Rose theatre without delay. The acting may not be up to the standard of Kenneth Branagh’s movie, but it is thoroughly enjoyable evening, nevertheless. 

Shakespeare’s Rose Theatre are performing various Shakespeare plays in Blenheim Palace, Oxfordshire and York until September.

Culture Under Attack

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The Imperial War Museum. Think cannons, guns and fighter aircraft. Think Teenage Kicks being blasted out at full volume?

The new Culture under Attack season at the Imperial War Museum brings together sometimes unlikely connections between art and conflict. The bright red posters dotted on the route from Lambeth North Tube station to the museum feature a photo of a church dome, half of which has been blown up, whilst the other half remains intact. This is an apt image for a series of exhibitions that seek to show the interactions between destruction, creation and preservation of art in times of war.   

One of the key exhibitions, ‘Art in Exile’, looks at the museum’s own attempts to preserve ‘Culture Under Attack’. During the Second World War, under attack from German bombing campaigns, many galleries and museums in London moved their collections to Wales and Wiltshire for safe storage. However, as the exhibition explains, in the face of imminent war in 1939, the IWM took a risky strategy of preserving the equivalent of just 1% of their entire collection (281 works of art and 305 photo albums).

Visitors are confronted with the concrete realities of the usually abstract idea of cultural preservation. Confidential documents on display reveal the day and night rotations undertaken by diligent staff during the war. An information panel also explains how staff divided artworks at the IWM into four classes, a bit like degree classifications, with Class I being the most highly prized exhibits that had priority for evacuation.

The exhibition further highlights the role of the public in this effort to safeguard London – and the UK’s – cultural heritage during the war. One of the photos on display shows the popular pianist Myra Hess giving a lunchtime concert to a packed audience in the National Gallery, which she did regularly from 1939 to 1946. The willingness of the people in the photo to defy the threat of air raids for the sake of a concert might seem unconceivable today but it also brings home for me humankind’s enduring need for culture, even if debates on the ‘usefulness’ of the arts might claim otherwise.

A quote from the museum’s Head of Art, Rebecca Newell, is printed starkly on one of the walls: “when deciding how to develop and maintain the collection today, we have a responsibility to include diverse, multiple and under-represented perspectives”. The IWM thus takes on a rarely seen self-critical angle, analysing the limitations of its own selections during the war. As is openly admitted in the exhibition, 70% of the artworks evacuated during the war came from two artists – John Lavery and William Orpen – whose notable reputations at the time meant that less precedence was given to others, like the young Paul Nash, who is now arguably more famous than either Lavery or Orpen.

The exhibition also engages with the timely question of diversity, as museum staff did not prioritise the works of female artists like Norah Nellson-Gray for evacuation, nor any ethnically diverse portraits of Commonwealth soldiers, despite both existing in the IWM’s collections at the time. The juxtaposition of Nellson-Gray’s painting of the pioneering female doctor Dr Elsie Inglis with a bust of Dr Inglis made by the well-known artist Ivan Mestrovic brings to life the choices museum staff had to make. Mestrovic’s work was chosen over Nellson-Gray’s for preservation, leading visitors to consider whether one piece of art has intrinsically any more value than another. The exhibition raises important questions about the extent to which museums can control the content of their collections and how these sometimes problematic selections become the basis of public understanding of artists, movements, periods and even countries.

Less traditional in content, the ‘Rebel Sounds’ exhibition focuses on how, historically, music has been used as a tool for defiance in the face of political oppression, in Nazi Germany, Northern Ireland, Serbia and Mali. The Frankfurt Hot Club refused to give up playing jazz music which was banned by the Nazis due to its African American and Jewish roots; Teri Hooley’s record label Good Vibrations supported artists during the Troubles in Northern Ireland; the Serbian radio station B92 promoted human rights and free access to the news despite state control of the media under Milošević’s in the 1990s and the band members of Songhoy Blues came together after they were exiled from their homes in northern Mali by Islamist militants.

The exhibition combines the visual and the auditory, featuring propaganda posters and physical copies of records, as well as interviews and recordings of songs related to the four groups (Sweet Song, Teenage Kicks, Fight the Power and Bamako). Sitting with a pair of headphones on as these songs, ranging in genre from punk rock to desert blues, are played confirms the veracity of a quote from Touré, emblazoned on a back-lit cube at the start of the exhibition: ‘A world without music is a body without a soul’. 

Both the ‘Rebel Sounds’ and ‘Art in Exile’ exhibitions are interactive in the sense that they seek to gain our opinions, as visitors, on the preservation of culture during times of conflict. Visitors are given the chance to agree or disagree with statements such as “contemporary art is not as valuable as traditional art” and “it is worth risking prison in order to protect the music” and each answer is then compared to the average response.

More is to come from this season at the IWM, including an exhibition entitled ‘What Remains’, ‘Rebel Sounds Live’ concerts and a discussion on the Syrian Stonemasonry Programme, in the wake of the death of Khaled al-Asaad who was killed in his attempt to Palmyra from destruction by IS. Given the precarious status of art during times of conflict, ‘Culture under Attack’ is quite clearly an exhibition for our times and one that demands more self-reflexion from visitors than most.

The Culture under Attack season at the IWM runs until January 5th 2020.

Featured Image: © IWM “Rebel Sounds forms part of IWM’s free Culture Under Attack season

Last Supper in Pompeii

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A fresco from the House of the Centenary in Pompeii shows the god of wine, Bacchus, standing at the foot of Mount Vesuvius. Bacchus is covered, neck to ankles, in bunches of red grapes: he embodies the richness of the region’s wines. The delicate and cheerful fresco – decorated with snakes, plants, and songbirds – is a tribute to Vesuvius’ prosperous vineyards, nourished by volcanic soil. It’s really beautiful: soft brushstrokes and plenty of colour, a noble and youthful deity, a hazy, dreamy landscape. There is no sense in the fresco that Mount Vesuvius would one day lead to the city’s complete destruction and the death of thousands of its townspeople in 79 AD.

The fresco is part of the Ashmolean’s new exhibition, Last Supper in Pompeii, curated by Paul Roberts. The enticing title doesn’t do justice, however, to the breadth of the collection: 400 objects from around the Roman world and beyond, covering centuries, showcasing the Romans’ relationship to food and drink. There are artefacts from Etruria and Ancient Greece, exploring the origin of Roman dining culture, and a significant amount of the exhibition is dedicated to Roman Britain, that far-flung corner of the empire. The collection includes the UK’s largest ever display of carbonised foodstuffs, including figs, dates, almonds, and pine nuts from the funeral of a young woman in Southwark, and cockroach eggs from a baker’s oven in London (these preserved thanks to the fires that Queen Boudicca set upon the capital).

Mosaic panel of a Skeleton holding two wine jugs – Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Napoli

The exhibition’s main attractions, however, are obviously the wonders of Pompeii, some on display in the UK for the first time ever. Last Supper in Pompeii displays several iconic artefacts – classics students at Oxford will recognise a few frescos from Mods, including ‘Europa and the Bull’’ from the House of Jason and the ‘Bread Dole’ from the House of the Baker. Food was far from a chore for the Romans, and perfectly preserved pieces speak to the skill and whimsy of Roman art inspired by food: a mosaic bursting with sea-life, from the House of the Geometric Mosaics; a life-size fresco of an abundant garden, from the House of the Golden Bracelet; a painting of a cockerel pecking at pomegranates; a mosaic of a skeleton, with a jug of wine in each hand.

The artefacts speak not just for themselves, but also give an insight into the life and characters of their owners: take the House of Aulus Umbiricus Scaurus, for example. Scaurus had made his fortune in garum, a fermented fish sauce that was the go-to condiment for Roman dishes. Scaurus is proud of his fortune and of its origins, and had commissioned a mosaic showing bottles of garum, and his name in large letters. The contents of Pompeii’s latrines and drains are preserved and displayed, showing that it’s not just artwork and décor that gives an insight into the private lives and diets of Pompeii’s inhabitants. Surprisingly, these contents speak to the rich and nutritious diet enjoyed by Pompeiians of all social classes: fish bones, fig seeds, cherry stones, apple pips, blackbird bones, and bones of dormice, a Roman delicacy. It’s always fun to know what people ate and drank, and Last Supper in Pompeii delivers.

The body of a woman in her early 30s, preserved in transparent epoxy resin – Parco Archeologico di Pompeii

It’s pleasing to see an exhibition that celebrates the life and joy of Pompeii. The destruction of the city is not ignored: visitors can see the plaster cast of a pig killed in the eruption, as well as the Lady of Oplontis, who met the same end. Unlike most Pompeiian victims, whose final moments are forever frozen in plaster, the Lady of Oplontis was captured in resin. The translucent quality of the resin shows her in greater detail, with her teeth and expression visible, and also means that she is tougher and less susceptible to breakage – a perfect candidate for the thousand-mile trip to Oxford. There’s pathos too in the small details of quotidian life: a loaf of bread, baked one morning two thousand years ago, never to be eaten. But the focus of Last Supper in Pompeii is decidedly jubilant, and more than a little decadent. The curators have included video reconstructions of a Roman triclinium (dining room) and a garden, which spark envy for the Pompeiians, not pity. Last Supper in Pompeii shows us that we needn’t be torn over which way to view Pompeii, as either a tragedy, or a feast: they are one and the same.

Last Supper in Pompeii is at the Ashmolean until the 12th of January. Entry is free with a bod card.

Flagrant Exhibitionism: The Royal Academy’s Summer Exhibition

There’s something particularly depressing about London in the rain.

Stood drenched outside the Royal Academy, soaked, miserable and clad in a tweed jacket and shirt my Mum made, I looked “suitably artsy”. Or half like I should be running after Andie MacDowell to declare that I’d like to spend the rest of my life unmarried with her. Though maybe I looked more like a lost Geography teacher than Hugh Grant. Arriving inside, I flashed my soggy ticket at the lady on the door and squelched my way into the Royal Academy’s 251st Summer Exhibition. Fortunately, it was more than enough to distract from my encroaching trench foot.

Running since 1769, the Summer Exhibition is the world’s largest open-submission art show. From film to photography and prints to paintings (and everything in between) the show brings together the world’s leading artists of all mediums, both household names and total unknowns. Painter Jock McFadeyen RA curated this year’s exhibition, with over 1,500 works, mostly previously unseen. The result is unsurprisingly eclectic; to quote Mum, ‘a hoot’, and she wasn’t far wrong.

This year the exhibition is nominally linked by a theme of borders; the term ‘theme’ loosely applied as is to Pierce Brosnan’s crooning of S.O.S in Mamma Mia. This is immediately realised (the loose theme, not Pierce’s singing) when entering the exhibition into a room labelled the Menagerie. Dedicated to our national love of animals, it features a brilliantly bonkers mix of colourful paintings, sculptures and photographs of all shapes, sizes and genus. I loved it: a tedious Banksy aside, it was replete with quality, including a gloriously weird two bottomed dog sculpture from Charles Avery. Rather oddly, however, were the wall-spanning photos of Nelson Mandela’s hometown. An inspiration of course, and the photos were good, but amongst the Zoo its prescence felt a little out of place. However, this is quickly forgiven in light of Jim Naughten’s suitably grumpy King Kong, which stole the show and justified the theme alone.

Moving into the main hall, the exhibition broadens out; the room is McFadeyen’s personal focus, and he’s done himself proud. Each wall centres on a huge painting addressing a topical theme. Stand outs include Marcus Harvey’s The Victory – a frenetic mash up of Turner, a nude and what appeared to be an England flag nicked from a down-at-heel pub – and Ben Johnson’s transfixing, perspective-confounding The Space Between Revisited, yours for as little as £108,000. But the main attraction was a huge work by Anselm Kiefer (with a very long name in German) which continued his life’s work of exploring what it means to be European, with a piece that captured perfectly the tension and fractiousness of our contemporary continent. All in all, a room of colour, variety, and serious quality.

Schlepping into the side rooms (my shoes still hadn’t dried), the quality continued. A room devoted to architecture was stoutly bonkers, with cities sprawling into the sky and houses made of rubbish washed up on beaches. But the art really came to life in the rooms with more explicit (and explicitly topical) themes. One room for example, focused on migration and statelessness, including a powerful bronze of a man without a face by Thomas Schulter. Coupled with the film piece, Miss DMZ,  focusing on the Korean peninsula, it captured an enduring sense of isolation and helplessness. Another favourite room centred on climate change, with Thaw, a sculpture of a polar bear and its iceberg home melting. Its flaky texture, though similar to shredded wheat, powerfully delivered a resonate message. The room also held a tiger made entirely out of Tunnock’s Tea Cake wrappers from Scottish sculptor David Mach, justifying the entrance price alone.

Some more standouts still lie ahead. Inventiveness abounds; Tim Shaw’s sculpture of crows bickering entitled Parliament, though not very subtle, was suitably imposing, and Claire Douglass’ The Garden of Earthly Delights, which somehow combines Gok Wan, Trump and all manner of 12+ content in one deliciously naughty whole. Overall, this is an exhibition packed full of gloriously varied and interesting pieces.

Of course, not all agree. One particularly nasty review from The Guardian’s Jonathan Jones decided anything good in the exhibition was European, with the British artwork being uniformly awful, , commenting that this “pitiful array of the overpromoted and the underthought makes you wonder what will become of the British, left to ourselves” after Brexit. What a load of twaddle. Not only does this exhibition show British art in rude health, it shows how wonderfully internationalist British art always has been and will remain. After all, British art can’t be in such bad repute if the world’s best are still desperate to have work displayed in the Royal Academy.

But I would strike one note of caution. This exhibition rightly embraces major global-minded themes, like climate change, the environment or statelessness. But I found the most powerful piece to be David Hepher’s Hey Wayne on the Meath Estate. This contrasted Turner’s classic with a stark example of inner-city poverty. It is a powerful reminder that as much as we privileged art-lovers can enjoy losing ourselves in an expensive exhibition, or recline in armchairs pondering big universal themes, or hope that we look like a soggy Hugh Grant, there’s real poverty that needs addressing in Britain today. It’s almost ironic; this year, unintentionally, the Royal Academy’s best message is a little less art, a little more action, please.

June 10 – August 12th at the Royal Academy (royalacademy.org.uk)

Image Rights: David Parry / Royal Academy of Arts