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A love story spanning the ages
Star-crossed lovers: David Sturzaker as Abelard and Jo Herbert as Heloise Eternal Love Globe Theatre on Tour Grand Theatre, Wolverhampton ***** THE story of
Abelard and Heloise is one of the great romances of history, he, the
greatest thinker of his age, she, the intelligent, headstrong niece of
the Canon of the great cathedral of Notre Dame in the heart of Paris at
the dawn of the 12th
century. Perhaps had
Shakespeare turned his star-crossed lovers into a series and given the
pair the Romeo and Juliet treatment they may have been better known, but
as it is their love affair has barely troubled popular culture although
Diana Rigg found both fame and no little amount of exposure, should we
say, both here and on Broadway when she appeared naked in Ronald
Millar’s 1970 play Abelard and
Heloise. Most of what we know comes from their letters and
long love letters to each other which put the flesh upon the bare bones
of their story, letters which even made it into an early episode of
The Sopranos and which Cole Porter worked into the verse of Just
one of Those Things linking the world’s greatest love stories with: As Abelard said to Heloise, "Don't forget to drop a
line to me, please," As Juliet cried in her
Romeo's ear, "Romeo, why not face the
fact, my dear?" Shakespeare may have given the
pair a miss, but it was the replica
Elizabethan theatre where he had found fame that gave our lovers their
latest moment on the stage in 2006. The Globe is to be commended in finding contemporary works which slip easily into the Shakespearean genre of Elizabethan theatre and Howard Brenton’s play, called In Extremis when it first appeared, dispenses with sex for ticket sales sake, not that it is ignored mind you, and instead examines not just their fated love affair but the political intrigue and theological clashes with the established Church in France, with Abelard’s Aristotle-influenced views of man being at odds with the strictly literal interpretation of the Bible and God of the powerful clergy. It sounds dull and dry, the stuff of shuffling in seats and glancing at watches, but this English Touring Theatre production, the Globe on tour, is vibrant, alive and fun from beginning to end, apart from rather grisly scene which stifles the laughs for a while. Julius D'Silva as Louis VI, friend and champion of Abelard who finally had to bow to Bernard's doctrine David Sturzaker gives us lively, confident
Abelard who we first encounter as a student at Notre Dame. Students in
1100 though were not expected to question their teachers, much less
challenge and then defeat their arguments. Abelard had the intellect
and, perhaps also the arrogancee to do so though, making a powerful
enemy of his teacher, the master, William of Champeaux, played with
indignant pomposity by Tim Frances, he also antagonised two of William’s
ambitious students, Alberic, who was to become a Bishop, and Lotolf, who
was to own half the inns in Paris, played John Cummins and William
Mannering, who are used in much the same way as Hamlet’s Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern, plotters who unwittingly introduce comic interludes. Abelard’s main opponent though, as he teaches
enlightenment, is Abbot Bernard of Clairvaux, who is a solid gold,
fundamentalist, out and out religious nutter. A man who lives a life of
starvation and deprivation, living on dry bread and prayer, who has
disciples who hammer nails through their hands to serve Christ, that is
when they are not starving to death. Sam Crane plays him with an alarming modesty and
sickening humility along with unflinching belief making him all the more
dangerous. Crane incidentally deserves the highest of praise, or perhaps
fastest of committals, for not just once, but twice licking the sole of
the foot and toes of a fellow actor in Lotholf. Jo Herbert gives us an independent Heloise who is well-read and independently minded, educated and intelligent, attributes which must have been a major appeal for Abelard, along with the obvious physical attraction – it seems lust was less of a no no at Abelard’s end of theological thinking, although it was interesting to see that, despite fathering a child by Heloise, Abelard could still be an abbot, bishop, even go all the way to Pope . . . if he did not marry, or, if no one knew he was married. Giggling nuns find excitement and fascination at discovering Abelard and Heloise's somewhat unorthodox devotions on the altar Heloise’s uncle, Canon Fulbert looked upon
Abelard as a son, a star pupil who had became a famous teacher and a
celebrity throughout Paris and beyond. Heloise in turn had become Abelard’s star pupil
and then, fatefully, his lover and they seemed to be at it anywhere and
everywhere, which made discovery inevitable. Edward Peel as Fulbert gives us an avuncular
canon and his feeling of betrayal by both his niece and Abelard is
palpable. It is not the shame or scandal that has hit home to him the
hardest, but what he sees as disloyalty by those he loved and cherished. The clash leads to the only violent scene where
Abelard is attacked by a gang led by Fulbert’s cousins and castrated,
mercifully, for the audience if not Abelard, the act taking place behind
a crowd of attackers – although is still brings shudders to the male
members of the audience . . . in both senses. Thus the greatest lovers of the age end up
separated and celibate, nun and monk with Denise, Abelard’s sister,
played by Rhiannon Oliver, who had brought up, Astrolabe, the son of the
now separated lovers, joining her secret sister-in-law in holy orders. Abelard was to have one more clash with Bernard,
a public debate, but the wily Abbot, now the most powerful Churchman in
France, the maker of Popes,
had
stitched up the result. Bernard might have won that particular episode
but in reality he and his fundamentalism had lost. He was destined to
become merely a footnote in a love story which is still going strong 900
years later. A word too about the three musicians perched in a cubbyhole high above the stage, composer and musical director William Lyons, Rebecca Austen-Brown and Arngeir Hauksson, playing their Antiques Roadshow collection of long forgotten instruments, which included Duduk, Vielle, Psaltery, Lute and Gittern, giving a splendid period feel. Bernard, left, played by Sam Crane, with some of the drunken church hierarchy he has recruited to his cause. courtesy of Lotholf's inn,for the final battle of wills The saddest thing about the play was the small
numbers in the audience. This is theatre of the highest order from
wonderful acting to close attention to detail in directing by John Dove,
all beautifully lit by Paul Russell. It was lighting that did much to
enhance the performance, even incorporating house lights, yet was
probably hardly noticed. Michael Taylor's design was simple and much the
same as the set for the excellent Ann Boleyn which toured two years ago. That was another Brenton play, directed by Dove
and with Herbert as Anne and Sturzaker as Henry – the couple then taking
their onstage romance into current real life. This truly is quality theatre and should be a
must for any theatrical student or anyone with aspirations or roles
directing or acting in amateur productions, if only to see what can be
achieved, mounting a major production with a minimal set. It is alive, engaging and has arguments and
situations just as relevant now as they were in 1100, all told though
glorious acting with not a weak link in the cast, which should be enough
to excite anyone interested in theatre. We might be falling down world rankings in pretty
well everything else but we are still up there when it comes to theatre,
and it is performances like this that are the reason why. It deserves
full houses and queues for returns. To 01-03-14. Roger Clarke The play also runs at Malvern Theatres March
25-29.
**** TWO shows telling stories of very
different types of love have brought a contrasting reaction from the
theatre-going public in the Black Country. Last week the rather crude 51 Shades of Maggie
packed them in at the Grand, but now a quality production by the English
Touring Theatre seems to be getting the cold shoulder. At one point on the night I attended the
smattering of people in the stalls were surprised to find several
members of the cast leaving the stage as Howard Brenton’s medieval drama
opened. Perhaps they thought the actors were making a point about the
lack of support when they sat down and chatted briefly to the customers. But they quickly returned to begin the story of
religious fervour and forbidden love in 12th century France which,
despite one scene of breathtaking cruelty, contains plenty of humour and
pleasant music played by three musicians perched on a balcony above the
stage, playing instruments of the time which perfectly suited the tale. First performed in 2006 at Shakespeare’s Globe
Theatre, the story focuses on an ill-fated love affair between
controversial philosophy teacher Abelard and his attractive young pupil,
Heloise, beautifully played by David Sturzaker and Jo Herbert, who
happen to be partners in real life. It’s bite-your-lip time when a brutal castration
takes place on stage, merficully hidden from the audience by the group
of men surrounding their victim, and at one point a nun uses the F-word
! A fine performance, too, from Sam Crane, playing
Abelard’s bitter rival Bernard of Clairvaux. Directed by John Dove, Eternal Love runs to
Saturday night (Mar 1). Paul Marston
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