Showing posts with label Hampstead Theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hampstead Theatre. Show all posts

Friday, 9 February 2007

Gone West

Gone West

9 February 2007

The Sheffield Crucible's refurbishment is no reason to stop thinking big. Theatre should diversify and conquer.


As You Like It
As you liked it, we'll close the theatre ... Eve Best and Lisa Dillon on stage at the Crucible.
 Photograph: Tristram Kenton

 

Samuel West's production of As You Like It, which opened in Sheffield last night, got a rave review from Michael Billington, which makes it all the more unfortunate that West will shortly be leaving his post as artistic director after just two seasons at Sheffield. Not everyone thought that West - far better known as an actor, with limited directing under his belt and no experience of running a building - was the right man for the task when he was appointed in 2005. But he has proved the doubters wrong. As well as the current As You Like It, highlights include a brave revival of The Romans in Britain and his own performance in a perfectly judged revival of Caryl Churchill's A Number in which he appeared alongside his father, Timothy.
But now West is departing with the expiry of his initial two year contract (which had an option for renewal for a third year) and the reason is the refusal of the Sheffield Theatre's management to allow him to continue producing theatre on the scale that he would have liked while the Crucible main stage is closed for refurbishment from January 2008 until March 2009. West was very keen to take its work out into the city during its closure, create site-specific work and develop co-productions with other theatres.
Money - or rather a lack of it - and concern for the theatre's continued financial security in an uncertain funding climate is certainly at the root of the Sheffield board's reluctance to commit to West's ideas, and Chief executive Angela Galvin says that they thought hard before deciding that ensuring the theatre's own sustainability and providing "headspace" to rethink its future must be priorities over short-term goals.
But other theatres such as the Young Vic have succeeded in multi-tasking and proved that you can build, think and produce on a major scale all at the same time, and the failure to invest in art and not just bricks and mortar is one that Sheffield may come to regret. A theatre is merely a building, but theatre can happen anywhere - as the success of the National Theatre of Scotland, a theatre without walls, has proved. What's more the recent history of capital refurbishments and rebuilds increasingly suggests that it is those organisations which continue to produce during building works who settle back quickest and do best when they finally get back inside a building. It seems curious that Sheffield, which has worked so hard and put so much money into developing new audiences, should risk that pioneering work, although Galvin is at pains to point out that the continued work of the creative development department will ensure this is not the case.
The difficulties faced by Hampstead Theatre and the Unicorn after lengthy closures without significant production activity suggest that not only does the artistic policy lose momentum but that audiences don't just come flocking back when a theatre re-opens its doors. Theatre going is very much a matter of habit and when the habit is broken it is hard to rebuild even in a city such as Sheffield where the Crucible is the only producing theatre and faces no competition.
Until the arrival of Michael Grandage at Sheffield, the Crucible was a regional rep down on its knees. He and his successor, West, have cultivated a culture that has mixed glamour and risk-taking and put Sheffield on the theatrical map. Relations between West and the theatre apparently remain strong, and he may return as an artistic associate in the future. In the meantime the theatre will be saving his salary, but the long term cost to its reputation and future success might turn out to be higher than anyone realises.

Saturday, 18 June 2005

My week: Sam West, actor/director

My week: Sam West, actor/director

18 Jun 2005

Alastair Sooke records the ins and outs of the actor/director's daily life

Monday
This is the final week of rehearsals for Three Women and a Piano Tuner, the play I'm directing at the Hampstead Theatre. It's a comedy about a woman who writes a piano concerto, but the backstory is quite traumatic. After we finished at 5.30pm, I travelled back to my flat in Islington, north London, where I live alone, and hit the sack early. I'm addicted to the BBC World Service: I have to go to bed before it begins.
Tuesday
Up at six to check emails, then out to Upper Street. I religiously begin each day with a double macchiato from the Euphorium Bakery. The Polish waitresses are very attractive, and their coffee is just the right blend of rocket fuel and sweetness. After rehearsals, I went to see Celia Imrie perform a one-woman show for an invited audience in Soho (she is taking it to Broadway). All theatrical life was there: I sat behind Trevor Nunn and Imogen Stubbs. Afterwards, we all had too much to drink.
Wednesday
I took the cast to Hampstead Heath to improvise. They ran around having picnics and pretending to be 12 (there are an awful lot of flashbacks in the play). It didn't feel like proper work at all. That night, I was still up for the shipping forecast. I've been in Doctor Who, I've played Hamlet and I can juggle five balls. My one remaining professional ambition is to read the shipping forecast. I live in hope.
Thursday
For the play's final sequence, I wanted to shoot the cast in shadow, so we projected them against the cyclorama (the big curved sheet at the back of the set). It felt like a film set: I shouted "Action!" and "Cut!" and the stage manager stood there with an A4 pad crossing out "Take three" and writing in "Take four". Really fun. I'm not sure yet how we'll use the footage.
Saturday
After an uneventful Friday, I went to meet Katie Mitchell on Saturday afternoon. She was president of Oxford's drama society and gave me an award. I was starstruck then and still am, actually - she's an impeccable director. We're going to record Krapp's Last Tape - Beckett's play about a 69-year-old man listening to a tape that he made on his 39th birthday. It was my idea: I'm going to be 39 on Sunday, when we'll record the tape for a production in 2035 - assuming we're still around. I don't know if anyone's had this idea before. We'll find out in the next 30 years.
'Three Women and a Piano Tuner' opens at the Hampstead Theatre, London NW3 (020 7722 9301), on Monday.

Telegraph - My Week