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Black Watch
Black Watch Continues To Draw Audiences
Since it premiered at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in 2006, National Theatre of Scotland's dynamic production of Gregory Burke's Black Watch has become a global phenomenon. It made two stops at New York's St. Ann's Warehouse. Its return to the Barbican two years on may feature a new cast but the visceral impact of John Tiffany's show remains the same.
Part verbatim drama, based on Burke's interviews with soldiers who had served with the Scottish Black Watch regiment in the second Iraq war, and part physical theatre, with choreographed movement from Frantic Assembly's Steven Hoggett, the play gives a stunningly powerful feeling of what it is like to fight in a war zone. Now that British troops are no longer involved in frontline combat in Iraq (and indeed for only a few more years in Afghanistan), the immediacy of the scenario may have faded slightly, but the essential theme of ordinary young men doing their best to survive in extraordinarily challenging circumstances remains very strong. There may be an implied condemnation of the invasion of Iraq in Burke's text, but the play is not so much anti-war as pro-soldier. Moving back and forth between a journalist talking to former soldiers in a Glasgow pub and re-creating the scarring experiences they have in Iraq, it shows how courage, skill, comradeship and black humour keep them going in extremity. There is also a potent sense of pride in being part of a unit whose roots go back to the early eighteenth century, so that the Black Watch's incorporation into the Royal Regiment of Scotland in 2006 (which prompted the play's commission) gives the play an elegiac feel. Tiffany's well-drilled cast (four of whom have antecedents who served in the Black Watch) do sterling ensemble work, including Keith Fleming doubling as the truth-seeking journalist and hard-bitten Sergeant, Ian Pirie as the posh, English-accented Officer and kilted, sword-waving recruiter Lord Elgin, and Jack Lowden as the blunt-talking, disillusioned Cammy who decides to leave. But the success of the show is due to the inspired combination of acting, direction, choreography, design, music, sound, lighting and video to achieve a vision of total theatre. Black Watch The Current Cast: Jack Lowden, Richard Rankin, Ross Anderson, Chris Starkie, Cameron Barnes, Stuart Martin, Keith Fleming, Jamie Quinn, Scott Fletcher, Ian Pirie Booking to 22 January 2011 Reviewed by Neil Dowden based on December 3rd performance at the Barbican Theatre, Silk Street, EC2Y 8DS e |
Black Watch reviewed during its London run by Lizzie Loveridge
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I hope the government knows what it's got us into!— The Officer
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The Company
(Photo: Manuel Harlan)
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From the second scene where two soldiers make the most surprising entrance that heard me gasp aloud, I was enthralled. The language is authentic and needs to carry a warning for those who might object to a realistic reflection of the swearing of real soldiers.
Gregory Burke's play is fascinating because it opens with the men being interviewed by a journalist, cuts to Iraq and back, placing these men of Fife and Tayside in their Scottish regimental heritage by telling us something of the history of the regimental engagements. We are brought up to date by the playing of a film of Alex Salmond of the Scottish Nationalist Party condemning the Government cuts merging some Scottish regiments including the Black Watch. These cutbacks are insensitively announced while the men are on service in Iraq and after the deaths of three of them have been reported in Scotland.
The play opens with some yobbish lads using sexual language and pelvic thrusting at the thought of bonking the female journalist researcher and ends with a feeling of tremendous respect for the traditions, training, discipline and bravery of these men. This isn't achieved by resorting to some sort of nationalistic fervour but by staging different events in their lives which illustrate their humanity. We know that employment opportunities for these Scotsmen have largely disappeared. The great shipbuilding firms have closed down. Margaret Thatcher saw off the coal mines. The army represents an employment opportunity of which there are precious few. We see the brutality too, as Cammy says, "Bullying's the fucking job. That's what you have a fucking army for!"
Burke also gives us plenty of humour: the rookies studying their battlefield skills which stress the importance of carrying a blank piece of paper to wave at anyone demanding anything. Apparently no-one ever looks at what the piece of paper says. The older hands cooling themselves in the Iraqi heat by sitting in their underpants with their "trewsies" round their ankles, telling the Sergeant they are conserving hydration and spinning their readiness for action to compare themselves with firemen who can leap into boots and trousers in one go! On the new experience in this war of embedded journalists, the impending arrival of the hopelessly patronising Gavin, the advice is "Do not commit deviant sexual acts in front of embedded journalists!" as the porn pictures on their wagon are taken down for fear of offending the Iraqis. But it is John Tiffany's direction which provides the sheer emotion of the play.
Letters from home to the gentle piano music spoken in the silence of synchronised sign language, beautiful, evocative and moving. A group of men showing themselves to be touched and involved. The illustrated history of the regiment from before the Battle of Culloden in 1745 through the American Revolution, the Napoleonic Wars, the Crimea, the Boer War, the First World War, Palestine, Syria, Mesopotamia in 1919 (now modern day Iraq), the Second World War, Korea, the Mau Mau in Kenya, Northern Ireland up to the present day, is played out. This is cleverly achieved by taking one soldier, holding him sometimes horizontally, and dressing him in the uniform of each period of history from the Black Watch tartan kilt and throw, with red check leg covers and the redcoat jacket through to a bonnet of black feathers to a khaki kilt, explaining how George III gave them the "red hackle" in their tam o'shanters. This depiction of history informs and affects and instils the tradition that these men carry through.
There are choreographed fight scenes where men throw punches and half roll interspersed with scenes playing billiards. The terrible deaths of three at a car checkpoint are staged impressively and distressingly as their bodies fly upwards, blood mixed with dust looking pale pink rather than red, and we hear the army code for those hurt in action which has just been explained to us, two letters from their surname, followed by their number, then P1 for walking wounded through, P2 and P3 to P4 for life extinct. This shocking tragedy takes place with a plainsong lament in Gaelic. When the journalist interviews some soldiers in their leisure club, others listen holding their billiard cues like rifles and leaning forward in symmetry and alertness to catch the words. Black Watch is stuffed full of powerful, dramatic visual memories, snapshots of these men in action.
There is music too. Traditional Scots Songs about the achievements of the Forty Twa. Twa is Scots for Two and the Black Watch were the Forty Second Regiment. At the end of the play, the Piper's Lament played by one actor on bagpipes as a tribute to the dead.
Set on a traverse stage with the audience raised at either side, there are explosions and flashes of light forcing the men to fall to the ground, the rookies falling every time anything goes off, the experienced men only when they know it's dangerous so they tumble in stages. When we get to Iraq, the lights are turned up so that it feels hot as the desert and the sun glares. A billiard table imaginatively becomes an armoured transport vehicle with six men in it.
The finale sees the company of men lining up for marching using their arms to judge the distance apart, forming battle lines, falling, rising and coming back for more, again and again and again. This is an ensemble piece of highly proficient actors, beautifully choreographed and delivering acting perfection. The National Theatre of Scotland deserves a medal for this play.
Lucky New Yorkers have a second chance to see this unmissable production this fall at the St Ann's Warehouse Brooklyn (where it played all too briefly last season) from 10 October 2008-- 30 November 2008. Book it now!
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Black Watch
Written by Gregory Burke Directed by John Tiffany With: David Colvin, Paul James Corrigan, Ali Craig, Emun Elliott, Jack Fortune, Jonathan Holt, Michael Nardone, Henry Pettigrew, Paul Rattray, Nabil Stuart, William Barlow Associate Director (Movement): Steven Hoggett Associate Director (Music): Davey Anderson Set Design: Laura Hopkins Video Design: Mark Grimmer and Leo Warner for Fifty Nine Productions Ltd Costume Design: Jessica Brettle Lighting: Colin Grenfell Sound: Gareth Fry Running time: One hour 5o minutes with no interval. Latecomers NOT admitted Box Office: 020 7722 9301 Booking to 26th July 2008 but sold out. Long queues for returns. St Ann's Warehouse, Brooklyn 10th October to 30th November 2008 Reviewed by Lizzie Loveridge based on 5th July 2008 matinée performance at Barbican Theatre, Silk Street London EC2 (Tube: Barbican/Moorgate) |
