Le weekend
Monday, 25 April 2005 09:14Doctor Who
It actually just gets better and better, doesn't it? I mean: the little pile of M&Ms by the red telephone, the many alternative Tardises and, best of all, the Massive Weapons of Destruction. Did the old Who ever boast such delightful symbolism or topical resonance? I propose from this day forth always to say 'Massive Weapons of Destruction' in everyday conversation rather than 'Weapons of Mass Destruction' in tribute to this weekend's episode.
And if that all weren't enough, we have the Daleks to look forward to next Saturday night. * faints from excitement *
Lysistrata at the Lyric Theatre, Belfast
I went to see this on Saturday evening with my colleague, John Curran, our three MA students and one of their boyfriends. It was OK, but I think I've been rather spoiled by the stunning tragedies put on by the Actors of Dionysus, not to mention a bright and breezy student adaptation of the Birds which I saw while at Oxford, and which had translated all the references to contemporary Athens into references to modern-day Oxford instead. While AoD's tragedies are innovative, fresh adaptations, which offer profound contemporary relevance and stunning choreography and manage to strike at the very core of one's emotional being, and the Oxford Birds at least drew on the real experiences of its cast and crew, Saturday's Lysistrata was merely... average.
A pity, because Aristophanes' writing at the time was incredibly bold and topical, and of course there is plenty of local significance that could have been drawn out of a play between two warring communities whose women decide to draw the conflict to an end themselves by holding a sex strike. But the attempts made to do so were half-hearted, the translation sounded suspiciously to me like what I remember of the Penguin one, and many of the lines came across as simply being spoken: not meant. This will probably sound like the most snobbish thing I've ever said, but it felt... provincial.
Still, it was nice to go out with our students, and I'm sure we did much to promote intra-departmental bonding in the process. And I enjoyed some very nice pan-fried duck with a summer fruits sauce in a bistro where we ate before the performance. So by no means a wasted evening.

It actually just gets better and better, doesn't it? I mean: the little pile of M&Ms by the red telephone, the many alternative Tardises and, best of all, the Massive Weapons of Destruction. Did the old Who ever boast such delightful symbolism or topical resonance? I propose from this day forth always to say 'Massive Weapons of Destruction' in everyday conversation rather than 'Weapons of Mass Destruction' in tribute to this weekend's episode.
And if that all weren't enough, we have the Daleks to look forward to next Saturday night. * faints from excitement *
Lysistrata at the Lyric Theatre, Belfast
I went to see this on Saturday evening with my colleague, John Curran, our three MA students and one of their boyfriends. It was OK, but I think I've been rather spoiled by the stunning tragedies put on by the Actors of Dionysus, not to mention a bright and breezy student adaptation of the Birds which I saw while at Oxford, and which had translated all the references to contemporary Athens into references to modern-day Oxford instead. While AoD's tragedies are innovative, fresh adaptations, which offer profound contemporary relevance and stunning choreography and manage to strike at the very core of one's emotional being, and the Oxford Birds at least drew on the real experiences of its cast and crew, Saturday's Lysistrata was merely... average.
A pity, because Aristophanes' writing at the time was incredibly bold and topical, and of course there is plenty of local significance that could have been drawn out of a play between two warring communities whose women decide to draw the conflict to an end themselves by holding a sex strike. But the attempts made to do so were half-hearted, the translation sounded suspiciously to me like what I remember of the Penguin one, and many of the lines came across as simply being spoken: not meant. This will probably sound like the most snobbish thing I've ever said, but it felt... provincial.
Still, it was nice to go out with our students, and I'm sure we did much to promote intra-departmental bonding in the process. And I enjoyed some very nice pan-fried duck with a summer fruits sauce in a bistro where we ate before the performance. So by no means a wasted evening.
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 08:53 (UTC)- The presence of Andrew Marr and the obvious reference to the Iraq dossier indicated that this was taking place in the real world - so who was the dead Prime Minister, and why didn't he look like either Tony Blair or Michael Howard? Okay, so the story was set one year in the future, but still, it was pretty close to the knuckle.
- The Doctor knew the password for the British defense systems on that day (and surely, given that the password is a word that can be found in the dictionary, it would be changed on a regular basis) - but he didn't remember that he was talking to Harriet Jones, destined to be one of the greatest Prime Ministers in British history?
- As for hacking into the defense systems and launching a missile through an ordinary web browser - eek.
All of these complaints can be easily defused by saying "It's a kids' show" - which I'm happily doing. Looking forward to the deadly Dalek!
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 08:56 (UTC)I was a bit worried about their password security though, yeah...
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 09:15 (UTC)But noooo! Don't you know this is all completely real (http://www.unit.org.uk/)??? ;)
Damn good point about the password, though!
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 09:08 (UTC)skittles > baby killers ;)
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 09:52 (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 10:00 (UTC)And yes - doesn't it feel great to be able to be seeing all this as it is first broadcast, rather than merely discovering it through repeats?
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 10:42 (UTC)i am so very excited about next week. oh yes.
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 17:21 (UTC)Did I miss something there?
Whilst I'm not a fan of the bicycle pump, I do rather like the idea of a 70s trimphone in the TARDIS console. And I have to admit, part of me would rather like a re-appearance by Harriet Jones at some future point, Brigadier-style. (Which isn't asking too much, as we all know the south east of England is where all aliens try to invade).
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Date: Monday, 25 April 2005 18:34 (UTC)1. The lift which carries him away from being gunned down at the order of the aliens (something which another lift had done in episode 1).
2. The cabinet room which also makes him safe from the aliens, and serves as a console from which to direct operations elsewhere.
3. The cupboard which allows him, Rose and Harriet Jones to be transported safely out of an exploding Downing Street.
Given the quality of the rest of the writing, I'm pretty sure these are deliberate echoes of the role normally played by the Tardis.
A reappearance by Harriet Jones would be very welcome, you're right, and I think her character has been strongly enough established that it's perfectly plausible. And yes, the phone was delightful!
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Date: Tuesday, 26 April 2005 14:11 (UTC)It's quite likely that I wrote about this somewhere. I think I'd stopped reviewing for Didaskalia about this time (what they wanted me to write about the performances I'd seen and what I wanted to write having shifted too far apart for there to be space for compromise), so it's probably in some obscure apa publication somewhere. I should search it out for Lorna Hardwick's database, really.
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Date: Tuesday, 26 April 2005 14:33 (UTC)Actually (he said belatedly ...)
Date: Wednesday, 4 May 2005 16:08 (UTC)Re: Actually (he said belatedly ...)
Date: Wednesday, 4 May 2005 16:15 (UTC)Have a great time in Rome, won't you? *is jealous*