Tuesday, April 06, 2010
The Commission for Architecture and the Built Environment has published a Design Review of Sky Gardens with some interesting reservations. I don't know if it has any power or not. Doesn't sound like it.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
West End Whingers transfer
West End Whingers have fallen out. Not with each other, but with this blogging platform.
They have transferred to http://www.westendwhingers.wordpress.com. Do please come and visit us there where we have more room to whinge and better lighting.
This venue will remain dark for the foreseeable future.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Frobisher's Gold
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As Elizabethan explorer Sir Martin Frobisher was searching for the (then) theoretical Northwest Passage, he discovered a marvellous black mineral from which he was convinced gold could be extracted. He transported it back to England in copious quantities, only to find that "Frobisher's Gold" - although quite sparkly - was worthless.
And so it was that the West End Whingers were gifted of a hook for their review when they sat through two-and-a-half hours of Frobisher's Gold at the Shaw Theatre in the heart of London's glamorous Euston Road.
In actual fact, Phil was spared this experience. Andrew took along would-be whinger Neil just to check that the whingers haven't lost the plot when it comes to theatre criticism - can they really have seen so much rubbish at the theatre? But Andrew is pleased to report that all is well with the WEW dramatic compass which does indeed point firmly towards true crap.
The play opens as a history (albeit with a free sprinkling of anachronisms) featuring the usual Elizabethan suspects - Essex, Walsingham and in this case Frobisher - and trundles along in this manner until the interval (end of Act III!), at which point it drifts into surrealism which culminates in the major characters transforming into animals. It's all kind of explained, but in a "it was all a dream" kind of way.
Frobisher's Gold was written by Fraser Grace under the patronage of Menagerie - "a leading independent producer of new writing for the stage" which only goes to reinforce Andrew's view that, on the whole, new writing should be suppressed rather than encouraged. In fact Andrew rushed home after the show to instruct his lawyers to set up an endowment to fund a foundation for this very purpose.
Poor Janet Suzman - remember her from the film Nicholas & Alexandra and the seventies TV series Clayhanger? She's an excellent actress and her performance as Elizabeth I rises far above the material. But one imagines her next gig as Volumnia in Coriolanus (which will round off the RSC's Complete Works Festival) can't come round soon enough for her.
The costumes, sets and make-up don't help. They put Andrew in mind of a university dramasoc production. Actually, this production might have worked quite well in the informal intimacy of a pub theatre, but the Shaw Theatre is too large to do anything other than show this production up as rather tatty and low-budget.
So, was it value for money? Andrew and Neil paid just £10 for the tickets which they thought was worth paying to see the woefully underexposed Suzman.
But when Elizabeth reprises herutterancee that "underachievement" bugs her (yes, Elizabeth uses words like "bug") at least two people in the audience could be seen nodding gravely in sympathy.

Monday, October 23, 2006
It pays to whinge at Wicked
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Like the West End Whingers, fellow theatre-goers and would-be whingers Simon and Nick found themselves at the very end of row C in the stalls at Wicked.
Problems similar to those experienced by Phil and Andrew ensued. They could only see the front of the stage at the best of times and when cast members were on the spiral staircase at the front of the stage, they couldn’t see anything except their backs.
So in the interval, Nick (of whom WEW are proud) spoke with the box office manager who admitted that the tickets went on sale before they knew what the set design was, and they didn’t realise that some tickets would have a restricted view (one more tale of box office poison).
The box office manager tried to insist that Nick write to the theatre manager to complain but caved in under a further onslaught of whinging to offer Simon and Nick best seats (the middle of the row with the leg-room in the stalls) for another performance. He also mentioned that they had had more than a few upset customers.
So, what's the thinking going on at the box office here? "Whoops, these seats we sold at top price are actually crap. We must contact the poor people who have shelled out for them and offer some kind of recompense?" Yeah, right. That would have been the honourable thing to do; the decent thing. But you have to remember that the one thing box office people can't stand are audiences. They are scum.
Fans of WEW may be wondering why practised whingers Phil and Andrew - whose seats subjected them to similar visual and aural imediments - did not kick up a fuss like Nick did? Simple. For his efforts Nick now has to sit through Wicked again. Wild horses wouldn't drag us. Not for all the tea in China. Poor Nick - hasn't he suffered enough already?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Ticket tip - Little Shop of Horrors at the Menier Chocolate Factory

...but Andrew liked Spamalot a lot

Friday, October 13, 2006
Box Office Poison
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Cheez. What's the matter with the folks in the box offices in London? Andrew outsourced the purchasing of Spamalot tickets to his faithful friend and would-be-whinger Neil who diligently turned up at the Palace Theatre box office on the day the tickets first went on sale. "I'd like tickets for the evening of the first Saturday after Opening Night, please [for he is very polite]," he said.
Imagine his dismay to realise that the tickets he had been sold turned out to be for the evening of the last Saturday before opening night. An easy mistake to make? Ummm. No. Don't think so. Not unless the box office staff are flaky or not very interested in meeting their customers' needs or hung over.
So he returns to the theatre to enquire about the mistake. "When you said Opening Night, did you mean the press night?" they enquired. Well of course he did. They're the same thing. And either way, the dates are wrong. Perhaps the opening night moved? No.
He received an apology of sorts. But wouldn't a free programme each or something have made all the difference? What would it have cost them? Probably about £1, despite the fact they probably charge ten times that for them.