* IT'S silly season at the Arts Desk again, with the pre-Festival lull
considerably enlivened by an assortment of bizarre press packages sent
out by publicity-mad thesps. PR supremo Mark Bukowski still holds the
record for Greatest Gimmick for the Archaos stunt involving a
decapitated head in a jack-in-the-box package which left most critics in
a state of quasi-cardiac arrest a few years ago.
This year has so far seen gifts of a handkerchief from Austria's
Theatre YBY for The Pool, their surreal reworking of Othello and
Desdemona; an Oxo cube for Livestock at Theatre Workshop a can of beer
from Alex and Rod's Drinking Games Workshop; a ping-pong ball and a tube
of KY Jelly, nicely wrapped in a ribbon, from Suzy Wong, Human
Cannonball and the self-explanatory Bobby Baker's Shopping Bag.
Japes like this guarantee that the sender will be noticed, if not
rewarded by judicious reviews. After all, critics on this organ are
notoriously impervious to inducements although the Arts Diary can reveal
that the way to a critic's heart is undoubtedly through his/her stomach,
preferably via a sweet tooth.
Complimentary swedgers will invariably merit at least a mention, if
not fawning appreciation. The gift of a bar of French nougat from
Theatre Cryptic, who are staging an adaptation of Francoise Sagan's
Bonjour Tristesse at Theatre Workshop, Bonjour went down a treat, merci
beaucoup, while I'm still a ghastly shade of green over a colleague's
parcel from the Natural Theatre Company. They sent some chocolate
figures of Henry VIII and his wives -- 'Anne Boleyn was particularly
tasty' I am assured -- to publicise . . . but as they neglected to send
the Arts Diary their scrumptious box of chocs I shall neglect to mention
the play and its venue.
Incidentally, my personal integrity will not be offended by such
offerings. I don't see them as blatant bribes but rather thoughtful, nay
necessary, provisions to lighten the load of the weary critic, who will
spend three weeks trotting from show to show, feeding soul but not body
and in desperate need of a life-saving sugar fix.
Companies with any tenuous connection to foodstuffs, e.g., Urban
Strawberry Lunch (hint, hint,) are more than welcome to test their
ingenuity by sending associated gimmicks to the Arts Diary Garret . . .
except the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, which is staging Three Turds.
Critics are not the only recipients of nourishing extras. The public
can also indulge in a spot of ligging, courtesy of a variety of shows at
the Fringe which include some free nosh in the ticket price, combining
cultural and culinary feasts which could keep you going from dawn to
dusk.
These include; coffee and croissants with Shakespeare for Breakfast at
the Over-Seas House and also with Back In Time for Breakfast at the
Gilded Balloon, coffee and Belgian buns at Continental Brechfest, The B
& B Show at Greyfriars Kirk House, fried ice-cream (sic) at the Honkin'
Hep Cats Breakast at the Pleasance, ice lollies at Incidental Theatre's
children's show Dogman! (not to be confused with Sightlines Theatre
Company's Dogman!, a 'sick and twisted' experiment in terror), hot soup
at The Naked Brunch at the Gilded Balloon, and cucumber sandwiches at
The Importance of Being 2:Earnest at Southside Community Centre.
Alcoholic refreshment is also complementary at the Flip Webster
Ensemble -- whisky -- Alex and Rod's Drinking Games Workshop at
Smugglers bar -- a pint -- and at the storytelling evening of the Scotch
Malt Society's Spirit of Scotland, where, at #12.50 per ticket, the
promise of two drams of a fine Scotch malt, seems only to be expected.
Festival hotspot
* EDINBURGH'S latest hotspot is apparently the Festival Theatre's Cafe
Lucia, with patrons no doubt drawn by the dazzling decor and the
licensed patisserie menu, purveying cask-conditioned ales, fine wines
and luscious tarts.
However the real lure for the city's culture vultures is the cafe's
video wall, comprising nine large screens which monitor any action
taking place onstage. Hard-up but enterprising musos who cannot afford
ticket prices for popular events, such as the Kronos concert of two
weeks ago, are instead shelling out #1.10 for a cappucino and watching
from the comfort of the cafe, courtesy of video techology.
Festival theatre staff are quite equable about this, happy to welcome
the public to use the facility, as long as they observe the theatre's
straight-faced golden rule: No Spitting.
Over the top
* DESPITE the damning reviews for Follow Follow, this entertaining
history of Rangers Football Club continues to pack 'em in, with the
punters making up for the critics' lack of enthusiasm in the most vocal
of ways, the appearance of the Lex McLean character calling Hello,
Hello! invariably rousing a deafening chorus from the audience.
On Saturday evening one group of blue-noses, in the presence of this
paean to their club, became a trifle overexcited.
Having shown up and draped a Union Jack over the balcony they seemed
to be in state of some confusion, with rowdy singsongs more suited to
the terraces than a theatre. This was finally decreed intolerable when
they began gooseing the usherettes, whereupon they were politely
requested to follow, follow the stewards to the front door.
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