Penny For Your Thoughts

Warning: Due to the nature of the production, this post contains “filthy language and immoral behaviour”. I will ask for forgiveness at a later date.

How would I describe the National Theatre without sounding soppy? Well, I guess my actions speak louder than words….

Mack is Back

Emma is Forward and Mack is Back. I returned to my home sweet home. With flashbacks to 2011, the National Theatre inspired me to start my theatre journey so the invitation to watch The Threepenny Opera with fellow theatre bloggers made my smile cheesier.

London scrubs up for the coronation. The thieves are on the make, the whores on the pull, the police cutting deals to keep it all out of sight.

Mr and Mrs Peachum are looking forward to a bumper day in the beggary business, but their daughter didn’t come home last night.

Mack the Knife is back in town.

The Threepenny Opera was a big theatre orgy, exciting and exhausting the scummy outcasts. A place where poverty leaves skid marks and the hand itches behind society’s big hairy balls of corruption and poverty. A grubby gang licking the drizzle of immoral thoughts and shooting their loads of songs. The musical fetishizes over Captain Macheath’s “cock(sure)” ego and fingers his fluttering soul of sudden demise.

With a slap and tickle, the plentiful boobies of dark comedy bounce and the nipple tassles twist the drama and thrust it into your face. You simply need to decide whether you will spit or swallow the National Theatre’s juice.

A landmark of twentieth century musical theatre, The Threepenny Opera comes to the National Theatre in a bold new production.

Simon Stephens’ vivid and darkly comic new translation of Brecht’s book and lyrics meets Kurt Weill’s extraordinary score.

The original German text is based on Elisabeth Hauptmann’s German translation of John Gay’s The Beggar’s Opera.

Fighting out of a paper bag, Vicki Mortimer wrapped the skeletons of stage flats in brown gift wrap and delivered East London with an expressive delivery service. Signing his address with a knife, the blade rips through Macheath’s sinister silhouette and creates a new entrance and exit route.

DOMINIC TIGHE (Robert), ANDREW BUCKLEY (Walter) , RORY KINNEAR  (Macheath), JAMIE BEDDARD (Matthias), HAMMED ANIMASHAU N (Jimmy)   Photo credit:  Richard H Smith
Dominic Tighe (Robert), Andrew Buckley (Walter), Rory Kinnear (Macheath), Jamie Beddard (Matthias), Hammed Animashaun (Jimmy) Photo credit: Richard H Smith

Thanks to the Olivier Theatre’s turntable stage, the stripped back to basics set design constantly revolves and gives the cast and musicians pace and space to perform with slick comical and dramatic value. Abusing the abilities of a staged playground, the set falls on top of Macheath framing him for Betty’s murder (can’t imagine the risk assessment forms on this!)

Freeze framing, walking, stumbling and strutting, the cast are paraded like a bunch of deprived freaks, labelled to peddle vice. Embodying his inner Fagin, Jonathan Jeremiah Peachum (Nick Holder) is the show’s comedy genius. Loud and proud, he has his fingers in everybody’s pies and likes to stir trouble. Wearing kitten heels (better than me!), he is the leader of down and out gang. Just don’t mess around with his daughter, Polly… too late, already happened.

ROSALIE CRAIG (Polly Peachum) and RORY KINNEAR ( Macheath)    Photo credit:  Richard H Smith
Rosalie Craig (Polly Peachum) and Rory Kinnear (Macheath) Photo credit: Richard H Smith

Bred to ride rough, Rory Kinnear milks his Macheath, AKA Mack the Knife, dry. His husky smoked voice gives the essence of a bareback and seduces all on stage. He’s the kind of bloke that turns you on, but fails in the “looks” department, causing you to desperately scramble for the light switch.

Acting as a loose cannon and firing into the unknown, Macheath’s “cock” should be in the cast list too. His playful sexuality exploits the constant need for sexual attention and seeks glory within his wife, Polly Peachum (Rosalie Craig)….and her mother Celia Peachum (Haydn Gwynne)….and prostitute Jenny Driver (Sharon Small)…and his mistress Lucy Brown (Debbie Kurup)…and prostitute Betty (Rebecca Brewer)….and Chief Inspector ‘Tiger’ Brown (Peter de Jersey).

DEBBIE KURUP (Lucy Brown), RORY KINNEAR (Macheat h), ROSALIE CRAIG  (Polly Peachum)  Photo credit:  Richard H Smith
Debbie Kurup (Lucy Brown), Rory Kinnear (Macheath), Rosalie  Craig (Polly Peachum) Photo credit: Richard H Smith

Strutting around in their latex red kinky high boots, there’s a bitchy playoff between Macheath’s wife, Polly Peachum, and his mistress, Lucy Brown. The ping pong verbal diarrhoea begins and it’s all suddenly silly and predictable, but watching Macheath crack under the impossible task to regain dominance over his women earned a snigger.

At times, The Threepenny Opera walked the dangerous tightrope of misogyny, especially when Macheath bashes Betty’s head through paper and rapes her from behind. Venting his frustration, he takes it out on the women and it becomes a hard watch. Silence stones the laughter and Macheath is weirdly reborn as a victorious villain.

RORY KINNEAR (Macheath) and REBECCA BREWER (Betty) Photo credit:  Richard H Smith
Rory Kinnear (Macheath) and Rebecca Brewer (Betty) Photo credit: Richard H Smith

Luckily, the dominatrix chains belong to the powerhouse voice of Rosalie Craig’s Polly. Playing a nerdy burping accountant, she graces as the angel and barely weeps as Macheath’s thrusts into her to the moon and back (quite literally!) Like a dove of peace, Polly finds her mojo and gives Macheath and his boys a run for their money. With her husband’s pink envelope in her possession, she gains her Queen Bey crown and runs her own world.

Singing from a different hymn sheet on the stairway to the gallows, insert seriousness and inject sympathy into The Threepenny Opera’s bloodstream. Betrayed by Chief Inspector ‘Tiger’, Macheath accepts his fate and pleads for understanding from us, the public. With a gigantic English flag as the backdrop, we are left to lie back and think of England as he drops…or does he? Well, God Save the King!

The Threepenny Opera was three hours of loveable insanity. If theatre could make love to you, The Threepenny Opera is the lovechild. Stabbing modernity, slicing melodies and hanging creativity, Rufus Norris is certainly leading the National Theatre down a new, young and exciting path. He knows how to hit the spot. I’m weak at the knees. *Burp*

Big thanks to London Theatre Bloggers and the National Theatre
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3 thoughts on “Penny For Your Thoughts

  1. I can see from your opening picture that the star is a big-head! Silly jokes aside, though, it sounded like an interesting production. For one thing, if Rory Kinnear can turn people on despite his failings in the looks department, perhaps there’s hope for the rest of us. 🙂

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