An unhappy queen, and an unhappier audience.
If I were paid to review, I'd leave it at those seven words above. But as I lashed out over 80 quid for four tickets (no free ones for this reviewer), I'll say a bit more and not go to bed in a mood.
The background is that Goran Bregovic wrote a fine sound track to the film La Reine Margot, over twenty years ago. Using this film score as a backdrop he constructed a musical and dramatic narrative to draw historical comparisons between the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre of 1572 in France, and the Balkan inter-religious slaughters of the 1990s.
Unfortunately, the fusion of music and drama failed to blend. The drama was largely a single-person narrative, by a fine Irish actress, Lisa Dwan. This had occasional, subdued musical accompaniment, or was interspersed with longer musical intervals. The soliloquy (which may have been written by Bregovic - I can't find the house notes, written by Garth Cartwright) was at times eloquent, but more often far too long. It lasted almost an hour, and Lisa Dwan had to endure the increasing irritation of an audience who had clearly come along for a good old knees-up and dance along to "Kalashnikov" (which we never got). She got the biggest cheers when she changed on-stage into the little blue dress (which had a narrative significance, but came across as gratuitous), and then when she finished and departed.
The experience of the Balkan breakup meant a lot to our Croatian friends whom we'd gone with. They'd crossed the religious lines with their marriage and were forced to flee their homeland, still unsafe to return after twenty years. They pointed out that Goran Bregovic, whose music they like so much, never actually endured any of the war, having got out near the start.
Bregovic had some superb musicans with him: a Balkan brass band, male and female choirs, a small string section. He, as ever, sat centre-stage with guitar and white suit.
After the opera (?) finished, the band did come back and played a few Bregovic stompers for an encore (including an unexpected version of "Bella Ciao", the Italian communist partisan song). Had they not come back, audience anger might well have overflowed. I knew they would, however. Since when has a guitarist in a white suit not done an encore?
Overall, quite a disappointment. I'm not sufficiently au fait with theatre to suggest how it might have been staged differently. Perhaps a better use of song and music to illustrate the themes, rather than as mere accompaniment, might have helped. Certainly, the soliloquy could have been much shorter. If people come to hear music, they may not be expecting to see theatre. Disappointment plus boredom can be an unpredictable combination. It's certainly not good manners, and extremely oafish, to cat-call and whistle when the actress resumes after a musical number, but hardly surprising nevertheless. And I bet they'd paid even more for their tickets than we had.
