Every once in a while there comes along a production which
is talked about, given all the hype, and become 'that show that everyone must
see' almost over night. This happened way back in 2007 when the original
production of War Horse hit the National Theatre's stage in London. Since then,
the play has gone on to become one of the most sought after tickets for any
play. Unfortunately I missed it when it toured to The Lowry the last twice, and
so I was overjoyed when given the opportunity to see the show there this
evening.
I now can fully understand the show's longevity, appeal and
hype. This is not your normal, run-of-the-mill show, this is indeed something
quite special. I am a rather critical (perhaps too critical) reviewer, and do
not find it easy to praise - especially when it is praise of the highest order;
however, with War Horse it was simply impossible to find any flaw in this
magnificent production.
The story, adapted beautifully from Michael Morpurgo's novel
by Nick Stafford, tells of a young lad growing up on a Devonshire farm in a
small backwater in 1912. His father is given to drinking, boasting and betting
and one day comes home with a stallion foal which he bought, purely out of
spite, at auction for the princely sum of 39 guineas. In order for the young
lad to keep the horse, he needs to train it to pull a plough in just one week,
or his family stand to loose not just the horse but a further 39 guineas too.
It is a racing stallion and strong, but not built for labour; but through sheer
love of the creature and perseverance, he wins the bet. It is now August 5th
1914 and the bells toll out across the countryside. Britain is at war with
Germany.
His father sells the horse to the local recruitment drive,
and so Albert (the boy) must say goodbye to Joey (the stallion). Albert being
only 16 and too young to be recruited. The kindly Major Nicholls, also from the
village, takes charge of Joey promising to take good care of him, and so off he
goes to France and the front line.
To not give any more of the plot away, but simply to say
that by the end of the story in November 1918, both Joey and Albert return home
to their farm, both wounded, both weary, but both heroes. The play, as the
title might suggest, isn't really about the humans, it is Joey's story.
If you have not yet seen these incredible 'puppets', created
by Handspring Puppet Company, then you truly are missing out. These are not
puppets in any conventional sense of the word at all, but living, breathing,
thinking puppets with emotions and feelings. There are two main horses, which
are a framework of a life-size horse, and manipulated by three humans who are
'invisible'. There is also Joey as a foal, a goose, and several other less
important animals. they are all impeccably designed and we buy-in to them
completely. They are not puppets, they are real. the skill and attention to
detail, the nuances and attitudes of these creatures replicated truthfully.
The set, an almost bare stage with just the minimal number
of props to complete the picture.. a door frame, a window, a cart, and 4 long
poles used creatively. Atop this, the piece of paper torn from Nicholls' sketch
pad, upon which the scenes are 'sketched' as we go along. This idea and its execution
was a stoke of genius. Combine this with the lighting, sound and choreography,
larger and excellently devised prop items for the war scenes, and the effects
created throughout are faultless in both their simplicity and beauty. [although
'beauty' isn't perhaps the right word since they show the horrors and stark
realities of WW1].
Combine all of this with a story-telling minstrel who sings
the narrative (Bob Fox) and an ensemble of excellent performers directed
skilfully and truthfully by Marianne Elliott and Tom Morris; giving the play
just the right balance of comedy, pathos, realism and tragedy. It is a large
cast, and even then, many of them multi-role, and it would be unfair of me to
single anyone out over anyone else - suffice to say that there simply was not
one even slightly weaker link in this solid chain of talented actors and
actresses. Although it would also be slightly mean of me if I didn't mention Thomas Dennis' Albert Narracott. Growing from an impressionable and somewhat naive
young teenager to a weary war veteran with simple aplomb.
But it is the two horses Joey and Topthorn and their
'handlers' who truly make this piece of theatre exceptional.
An astonishing and unique piece of theatre. And one that
will stay with me for a very long time.
Reviewer - Matthew Dougall
on - 13/6/18
on - 13/6/18
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