Educating Rita – Citizen's Theatre

book-1086244Perhaps the most surprising thing about this version of Educating Rita was that it emphasised the fact that the play has become something of a period piece. The academic’s room has no computer, essays are delivered by hand not e-mail, student work is written in handwriting. The ideas are rather dated too. A new English student is mocked, not lauded for giving an essentially Marxist interpretation of EM Forster. She is told to take an objective view as though the academic really believes that such is possible. On this stage, the Culture Wars of the last 25 years are yet to be fought. A young woman demands the wisdom of the ages from an older man and we are expected to let that dynamic pass without question.

One was reminded that Rita is much closer to being a scouse homage to Shaw’s Pygmalian than a scouse precurser to Mamet’s Oleanna

The set was a magnificent collection of books almost always seeming to be in danger of tumbling down. But it was the perfect metaphor for the play, and the best efforts of the two actors involved never quite seemed to keep it all up. Problems over the timing of the lines (genuinely funny dialogue being lost in audience laughter) should have been sorted out at the previews.

One memorable line in the play is Rita’s response to the question of how one should best overcome the staging difficulties of Peer Gynt. Her reply is, “Do it on the radio.”

The unfortunate suspicion grew during the evening that the best response that we could make to the question of how to overcome the problems of the Willie Russell play Educating Rita is, “Do it in a movie and leave it be.”

Rating: ★★½☆☆

West End meets Maryhill Road

Don’t miss Layclerk’s story about what happened to him on the way to a choir party over the weekend. An excellent account of what happens when the West End meets Maryhill Road.

Layclerk lives in what I think is called the Outer West End of the city.

Once you’ve read his tale, head on over to see Fr Madpriest’s take on the same story and the comments from readers who can’t understand what on earth Layclerk is on about. He clearly needs to speak with subtitles. Someone needs to tell Fr Madpriest that Glasgow beats Newcastle in any game of Top Trumps whilst they are there.

Layclerk always tells us not to read his blog if we are worried about his language. Now that Fr Madpriest has washed his mouth out with soap, there is a niche for someone, Layclerk.  (And how we admired Fr Madpriest restoring the Gena Rowlands Band track to his blog on the day he was told to stop swearing).