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  • What does the future hold for East End galleries?

    Kemistry
    Inside Kemistry. Photograph: Kemistry Gallery

    Is our obsession with image hurting art on its home turf? It may seem like a contradictory notion, but for Shoreditch’s galleries it’s a very real concern.

    A short journey through EC2’s tangled streets offers no shortage of artistic expression. Whether it’s street art, exhibitions or installations, the area has long flown the flag for alternative and recognised channels of creativity alike. First Thursdays, the monthly happening that sees Shoreditch’s galleries throw open their doors to the public after hours, remains a staple for art lovers, even if interest has waned in recent years. While many have declared it a fossilised scene, it remains a stomping ground for some of the UK’s most successful artists.

    But, as the conversation so often goes, things ain’t what they used to be. There’s no denying the Shoreditch we have now is a more manicured and exclusive animal. Chock-a-block with big brands, glossy retail spaces and aspirational new developments, there’s a strong sense it’s cleaned up and sold out. For some, the art scene is following suit.

    Chemical reaction

    Graham MacCallum is clearly a man who loves what he does. As we wander through Kemistry Gallery’s latest exhibition – a selection by children’s toy luminary Fredun Shapur – he takes the time to point out his favourite pieces and the stories behind them, a passionate curator in his element.

    Upstairs, we sit down to talk about the future of Kemistry. Earlier this year, the gallery – which works alongside Kemistry design and branding agency upstairs – was bluntly informed its rent was about to triple with the arrival of a new landlord. To keep the gallery at its current location in Charlotte Road, Kemistry would be looking at £80,000 to £100,000 rent per year. The price, MacCallum explains, was simply too high.

    “Kemistry Gallery has very much become part of the Shoreditch scene; we’d love to stay in the area, frankly,” he reflects.

    “The fact that we’re going is very much a measure of how it’s changing. When we came to this building there certainly wasn’t a Subway on the corner. Things have changed so much since we’ve been here, compared to the ten years previous to that. It was fairly desolate when we first arrived, full of squats.”

    As he points out, Tramshed, the restaurant on Rivington Street, used to actually be a deserted tramshed; now one of Damien Hirst’s pickled cows watches the diners serenely.

    Kemistry gallery
    Kemistry gallery

    Phase two

    The loss of their space on Charlotte Road is far from the end for Kemistry. In fact, it’s the beginning of a whole new era for the gallery.
    “We had so many people saying ‘don’t go!’, that we thought maybe it’s the kick up the pants we needed to do something bigger and better,” says MacCallum.

    For the last decade, Kemistry has celebrated graphic design with a respect usually reserved for more traditional artforms – the only gallery to do so in the UK. The long-term goal is now to reinvent Kemistry as a non-profit space and education centre that continues to acknowledge contemporary and classic graphic creations.

    To do this, a milestone pop-up exhibition is planned for February 2015, to showcase the best graphic art the gallery has exhibited over its first decade. They’ve already received a £15,000 blessing from Arts Council England for a feasibility study into the next phase, while a Kickstarter campaign for the pop-up had just nosed its £15,000 target at the time of writing.

    Adapting to survive

    Kemistry’s rescue plan is representative of the way galleries in East London are thinking on their feet to cope with mounting commercial pressures.
    Jealous, a screen print studio, recently opened its second site in Shoreditch, a stone’s throw from Kemistry. While a working studio first and gallery second, its flexible business model gives a good indication of how the East End’s art scene is diversifying to survive.

    “Galleries are clearly under more pressure now,” affirms Dario Illari, owner and director of Jealous. “Having a gallery here, I have to be open to having pop-ups and events. It’s not ideally what we’d like, but it’s a compromise that lets us do the stuff we want to.”

    Indeed, Jealous’ flexibility – and the current appetite for screen printed art – places it in something of a sweet spot. Via printing jobs and publishing artists’ work, it can get involved in more diverse, non-profit projects, such as its annual shows exhibiting the best in the latest wave of art graduates.

    Statement

    As Shoreditch and other parts of East London become more moneyed and aspirational, so the market for statement art has bloomed. As a long-term art collector himself, Illari has witnessed the shift first-hand.

    “More than ever there is art as product,” he says. “What art does now is to give people social eloquence. Sophistication. To many, art has become a brand. People recognise a Banksy or a Tracey Emin, and will pay for an edition.

    “It’s not wrong or right, but there are many galleries now selling to that market.”

    The rise of the art fairs has played a key role in this trend, he argues. For many, these are the out-of-town supermarkets to the galleries’ local corner shops, dragging away the attention and cash of consumers in an on-trend feeding frenzy.

    Eastern promise

    As MacCallum points out, it’s the same as it ever was. If the art characterising the East End is becoming more predictably commercial, it’s only a matter of time before the scene rejuvenates itself.

    And while Shoreditch will soon be saying goodbye to Kemistry, the iconoclastic tradition of the area’s art scene remains. “Two roads over from here, they discovered the original Shakespeare’s theatre on Curtain Road,” he says. “It was the first theatre in England.

    “Shoreditch was outside the city wall, so this was where all the revelry went on. In a funny way it’s kept that spirit today; bang up against the city but full of strip clubs, nightclubs, theatres and galleries.

    “You can trace a continuous line, all the way back.”

  • Billy the kid review: panto hoedown

    Photograph: Bill Knight
    Peddler: Micky Mumford (Bruce Graham). Photograph: Bill Knight

    Know any partners who aren’t into panto? A good test of any scrooge’s credentials would be a trip to Charles Court Opera’s ‘boutique’ panto-western Billy the Kid.

    Picture outlaw Billy as a tap-dancing goat and cast a cockney salesman as the cartoon villain and you’ll be halfway to the Rosemary Branch ranch.

    Peddler Micky Mumford (Bruce Graham) wants debt-saddled Buckaroo Dan, played by the sweetly swashbuckling Joanna Marie Skillett, to sell him his prize goat (and best mate) Billy.

    On a mission to get Billy stuffed, Mumford follows the cowboys on a caper through Indian country, led by pretty (and indentured) seamstress squaw Pocabeaver (Nichola Jolley) to search for treasure to pay Dan’s bills.

    Can the friends stick together and save the Billy goat’s hide?

    John Savournin, also directing and choreographing, is a riot as saloon sexpot Nellie, kept busy resisting the advances of the lusty town Sheriff (the talented Amy J. Payne), who wants to her settle down and raise “brothel sprouts”.

    The amorous Sheriff has more luck with Nellie’s long-lost sister Chief Raging Hormone, played by a now-moccasined Savournin, who succumbs to the moustachioed marshal and agrees to make “Cact-I into Cact-us”.

    The couple’s coquetry is a highlight and reaches its climax as Raging Hormone – a tower of matronly magnetism, treats her lover to an erotic basket weaving demonstration in a rather special lampoon of Patrick Swayze’s pottery wheel scene from Ghost. A row of peyote-fuelled coyote puppets also give a killer rendition of ‘Mr Sandman’, showcasing the impressive vocal talent of the entire cast.

    Musical director and keyboard player David Eaton deserves credit, as it’s all about the songs, really. For a reputed ‘leftfield’ panto Billy the Kid is entirely unsubversive, except perhaps for any Indigenous People of the Americas in the audience.

    Despite resting happily in the traditional trilogy of pun, innuendo and slapstick, the ‘Look behind yous’ are notably absent. Depending on your predilection for participation this will be a blessing or a travesty.

    If it’s the latter then opt for a seat with leg room.

    Then, like your reviewer, you too could find yourself donning pink marigolds and milking a furry chipboard buffalo on stage (we couldn’t make cheese, no whey!).

    Worth it for a front row seat at this wise-crackin’, barn-stormin’ show.

    Billy the Kid is at the Rosemary Branch Theatre, 2 Shepperton Road, N1 3DT until 10 January
    www.rosemarybranch.co.uk

  • Constructing Worlds – review: architecture that compels to silence

    Iwan Baan, Torre David 2011.
    Iwan Baan, Torre David #2 2011. Image courtesy of the artist and Perry Rubenstein Gallery, Los Angeles

    The Constructing Worlds exhibition at the Barbican challenges perceptions and understandings of the built modern world we live in today.

    It brings together 18 photographers from the 1930s to the present day, each with a unique approach towards photographing architecture.

    The chronological journey begins with Berenice Abbott’s documentation of New York and the construction of the iconic Rockefeller Center in 1932, a time of economic, political and social uncertainty.

    Against the backdrop of the Great Depression, American photographer Walker Evans escapes from New York to capture rural America in a straightforward yet intimate way.

    He looks at “the ones who have been the most severely affected, but is elevating the everyday and the vernacular”, explains Alona Pardo, co-curator of the exhibition.

    Constructing Worlds_Nadav Kander, Chongqing IV (Sunday Picnic), Chongqing Municipality, 2006
    Chongqing IV (Sunday Picnic), Chongqing Municipality, 2006. Photograph courtesy of Nadav Kander and Flowers Gallery

    The photographs reflect global, international, social and political issues, says Pardo, as we move from the upper to the lower gallery. “Location and geography have changed, but you get the same issues being brought up about living conditions, urban density and rapid migration in Latin America, China and the Middle East.”

    Ecological and environmental issues are also raised. Bas Princen’s image of ‘Cairo’s Garbage City’, shot in 2011, is a captivating panorama depicting residents stashing the Egyptian capital’s garbage in their own roof terrace.

    Nadav Kander takes us to China depicting fisherman perching in front of a half-completed bridge on the banks of the Yangtze River. The atmospheric pale yellowy mist of pollution suggests the impact of rapid industrialisation on the community in an almost poetic way.

    Designed by the Belgium architectural practice Office KGDVS, the overall scenography of the exhibition manages the balancing act of presenting the work of the 18 different photographers in a very consistent and convincing way.

    The exhibition brings it home how much of our visual vocabulary originates from the past 80 years and how it has been refined by the construction of contemporary cityscapes.

    It may help to step back from the global issues raised to gain a clearer perspective of the photography as a whole. At other times though, more confined spaces force us into engaging intimately with the issues, such as with Hiroshi Sugimoto’s poignant blurred photograph of the World Trade Center, or Hélène Binet’s more psychological and lyrical work of the Berlin Jewish Museum – two images that will compel the viewer to silence.

    Constructing Worlds: Photography and Architecture in the Modern Age is at Barbican Centre, Silk Street, EC2Y 8DS until 11 January

    Constructing Worlds_Thomas Struth, Clinton Road, London, 1997
    Clinton Road, London 1997. Photograph: Thomas Struth

     

  • Repairs leave Bow Mission mural damaged

    Cracking up: Bow Mission Mural. Photograph: Russell Parton
    Cracking up: Bow Mission Mural. Photograph: Russell Parton

    A mural painted by Dalston Peace Mural artist Ray Walker has been severely damaged by repair works carried out to stop it from collapsing.

    Two girders now dissect the Bow Mission Mural on Merchant Street, and a red resin has been used to fill cracks in the render.

    Bow Methodist Church, which owns the building, ordered the repairs after receiving complaints from the doctor’s surgery below that water was seeping through.

    Peter Barlow, Circuit Executive Officer of the Methodist Church in Tower Hamlets, said: “A very significant crack that had opened up at the top of the building showed that not only was the render was falling off, but that the wall itself was becoming detached from the building. Simply something had to be done.”

    Ruth Miller, spokesperson for the London Mural Preservation Society, said they were “sad” to see the mural damaged, adding: “It would have been useful if those planning to undertake the repair had got in contact with us.

    “However we are glad that whoever did the work did not paint over the whole mural. It would be good to see the remaining mural repaired and to examine what the possibility is for finding an alternative for the girders so that the whole mural can be recovered.

    The work, which was supervised last year by Alan Pipe Architects, cost £80,000, and Mr Barlow added there is “no money left” to restore the mural.

    The Bow Mission Mural was Ray Walker’s first solo mural, painted in 1978, and depicts local people going about their everyday lives. Before his death in 1984, Walker designed and painted the Dalston Peace Mural and helped redesign and paint the Cable Street Mural.

    Many of his other murals, however, have been destroyed, including one on the Chicksand Estate in Tower Hamlets, and another commissioned in 1981 to mark the 600 year anniversary of the Peasant’s Revolt.

    Ian Rathbone, Secretary of the Friends of Dalston Peace Mural and a Hackney councillor, said: It’s important to try and preserve this piece of art which also represented something of people in the area at the time.”

  • Have a Scandi Christmas at Nordic Yulefest

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    Meat platter at Nordic Yulefest

    What is it about the frozen Nordics that we find so enchanting? From the way we furnish our homes to the bleak noir crime series from Sweden and Denmark playing across our TV screens, there’s something about Nordic style we can’t get enough of.

    Capturing the Scandi-fever Zeitgeist as the city’s carousel of Christmas eating and drinking swings into action, is the Nordic Yulefest – a pop-up banqueting hall festooned with greenery and lined with birch trees that will be magicked into life next month.

    The Yulefest is built around a rolling feast of rich courses – think plates piled with juicy meatballs, platters of gleaming gravadlax, apple-stuffed hams and marzipan pigs.

    Anyone who’s a fan of Fika on Brick Lane will know you’re in safe hands, with head chef Daniel Cohen at the reins. He says the food will be a Scandinavian twist on Christmas staples and if the tastings are anything to go by, citizens, wear forgiving clothes because you’re in for a treat.

    Festive tipples include Sandy Claws, Nutty Sours and Yule Smacks, not to mention glass Tomte (Santa) boots full of steaming Gluewein and hot chocolate cocktails.

    There are sittings for brunch or dinner and only six dates to pick from next month, as well as private hire, so get in there quick.

    If you just want to slip in for a drink but don’t want to go the whole hog that’s no problem, with the bars open once the feasting is done.

    There’s also music, dancing, entertainment and games, plus sheepskin-lined nooks to digest in. Skål!

    From 6 December
    1 Kingsland Road, E2 8AA
    www.nordicyulefest.com

     

  • Darren Coffield: Psycho – review

    Paradox portrait: Skull A by Darren Coffield
    Paradox portrait: Skull A by Darren Coffield

    Darren Coffield’s store front exhibition of paintings at the Residence Gallery is an interesting proposition. Supposedly commenting on celebrity representation, identity and representational function, Hitchcock’s Psycho was his starting point and the basis for the portrait at the centre of the exhibition.

    The recurring visual motif throughout Coffield’s work here is the inversion of facial features, the upside down eyes and noses of celebrities and dictators bringing to mind Picasso as well as the looming influence of Warhol. These profile images appear on large canvases, small paper sketches and on plates displayed around the gallery space, with the artist’s working study for Psycho shown in the window.

    Similarly upside-down faces of the North Korean Kim despots appear in a series of glass fronted miniature icons, objects that are clearly having something of a moment in contemporary portraiture.

    Many of the ceramic pieces unfortunately finish up on the wrong side of novelty homeware, but those larger, central portraits – the title work and the representations of Picasso, Stalin and Thatcher – have a depth and seriousness about them that reveals why Coffield has been so successful as a painter. Indeed, the accompanying text and material is extremely keen to remind the viewer that he is so far the only artist to be nominated for the three major UK painting prizes in the same year (2010).

    And for the most part it is clear that he is a skilled artist with interesting ideas about the craft of painting and portraiture, even with the display of the occasional misfire. Alongside Warhol and Picasso (who is presented in portrait form), there are echoes of James Ensor and even, particularly in the Thatcher portrait, the punk collage of Jamie Reid.

    What the accompanying text is also keen to do, however, is reinforce Coffield’s involvement with the YBA movement of the 90s that made Damien Hirst and Tracey Emin stars. But this merely underlines the central problem with the exhibition.

    All it does is compound the more troublesome aspects of that movement, its rampant commercialism, its marketisation and the publicity hungry production of boring and unambitious work. All the YBA reference does is to reinforce how much this exhibition is here to be sold, and shows up that whilst there are interesting individual pieces and moments where Coffield’s strength as an artist shines through, those moments are diluted by the inclusion of slight works of eye-rolling blankness – a skull with an inverted face, for example (above).

    These smaller pieces are superficial and insubstantial, a feeling reinforced by the fact that as much as the text references the ‘psychological twist’ of the paintings and the paradox of our visual processes, it also quotes the Urban Dictionary in its gallery information. And whilst that could charitably be framed as part of an attempt to blur the distinction between high and low culture, it really just drags the serious works of the artist down to the level of amusing divergence.

    Darren Coffield: Psycho is at Residence Gallery, 229 Victoria Park Rd, E9 7HD until 24 December
    www.residence-gallery.com

  • Fake Bush to perform at Winterville

    Faking it to make it: Lucy Bundy is Fake Bush. Photograph courtesy of Lucy Bundy
    Faking it to make it: Lucy Bundy is Fake Bush. Photograph courtesy of Lucy Bundy

    It was the cultural event of the year; sold out in no time, zealously anticipated and, in the end, almost unanimously praised.

    But for Lucy Bundy, seeing Kate Bush in concert must have been a strange experience, irrespective of the dancers in lifejackets wielding axes, or giant paper aeroplanes.

    For as tribute act Fake Bush, Bundy is more used to being on the receiving end of fans’ adulation.

    Bundy has been performing as Fake Bush for the past 15 years, and will this month be bringing her act to the Winterville festival in Victoria Park.

    How does one choose such a career? “It had very undignified beginnings,” Bundy explains. “It was just a drunken accident with a karaoke machine. I discovered I sounded just like her and from there it grew organically, doing small community festivals and private party bookings.”

    While they can funny, tribute acts are no longer a joke. It takes more than a white jump suit and stick on sideburns to be Elvis. The Oasis tribute band No Way Sis scored a top 20 hit, and Australian ABBA tribute act Bjorn Again has spawned multiple groups touring under the same name.

    “There’s an act I really like called Princeless, who are of course a Prince tribute band. They are incredibly skilled, the guy who plays Prince is incredibly witty, and his take is that basically if you can really do it, if you can hit the notes like Prince can or Kate Bush can, then it’s hard for people to criticise.”

    Bundy calls Fake Bush “an affectionate comic salute” rather than tribute act, choosing to go down the route of improvised banter in between songs and tongue-in-cheek humour rather than being overly serious.

    As a case in point, the Winterville gig will be her last one for the immediate future as she’s about to go on maternity leave. The pregnancy has made her rue the decision she made to give up wearing catsuits and leotards.

    “I thought ‘ok, now Kate’s getting older and so am I, I’m not going to wear any more cat suits and I gave them all away’. But now I’ve got a huge pregnancy bump I’m wishing I’d kept one because it would have been hilarious to have a huge brilliant bump poking out of this fitted leotard.”

    Bundy has never met Kate Bush, the closest she has come being a message on Facebook. “She wrote: ‘Great page Fake Bush, I love it.’ It was like a blessing from the Pope.”

    As well as being Fake Bush, Bundy sings in a trio and is an actor and visual artist. Even so, I half hoped her Kate Bush act might spill into our conversation. As it happens, Bundy knows where to draw the line between work and reality.

    “I don’t think there are many actors who are method actors these days,” she says, swatting aside my suggestion. “And besides, Kate’s a real down-to-earth star. If I were trying to replicate a Kate-like existence for the method tribute artist it would be just cups of tea and chocolate biscuits.”

    Fake Bush is performing at Winterville, Victoria Park on 13 December
    www.winterville.co.uk

  • Sleeping Booty!

    Sleeping Booty
    “Sleeping Booty! All It Takes Is A Prick”. Photograph: Marc Abe

    More panto records will be smashed as the the creators of the critically acclaimed Dick!, are back with yet another fithy and festive frolic..

    The Evil Mangelina (Dusty O), is wreaking havoc over our precious, perverted pantoland with an unruly and slippery iron fist … Together with her randy but downtrodden sidekick ‘Tit-bit’, they preside over proceedings in the filthiest manner!

    That is until ‘Booty!’ arrives, a chavtastic ladette from the skanky Estate Upon Gusset.

    This gurl is gangsta down to the grill, apart from a slightly hindering narcoleptic defect; she’s got it all including a killer, magical booty that will make any aspiring anaconda rise!

    Destined to become a huge star of the biggest reality show, ‘The Only Way Is Panto Factor Made In Strictly Ice Box Challenge – The Next Chapter Rebooted’, ‘Booty!’ embarks on an adventure of a lifetime, to break the mysterious ‘Christmas Curse’.

    Guided by the legendary lounge singer ‘Fairy Muff, Booty!’ enlists new friends, the sexually ambiguous ‘Prince Willie Wontie’ and ‘You look familiar’ to help her discover the magical yet mythical island, ‘Flickerty Clit’ and once and for all get completely and utterly pricked!

    Join us once again, as our comic talented cast of performers accompany the iconic west end legend that is Miss Dusty ‘O’. Let us tempt, tantalise, tickle and corrupt your innocence in what promises to be the most hilarious and side splitting riot of a panto!

    Sleeping Booty!
    Leicester Square Theatre
    6 Leicester Place
    London
    WC2H 7BX

    For more info, reviews and booking click here.

  • The Realness review – musical tackles problems facing prison leavers

    Ashley Gayle as in The Realness. Photograph: Hackney Downs Studios
    Ashley Gayle as Jay in The Realness. Photograph: Hackney Downs Studios

    The Realness is a traditional musical complete with more than a dozen songs, set on the streets of East London and brought up to date by a vibrant and fiercely committed ensemble.

    Created by the team behind Bad Girls: The Musical, the show follows Jay Johnson, a young man trying to go straight on his release from prison.

    But Jay’s problem is that back on the streets he is parachuted back into the same community that led to his criminal activity in the first place. He soon finds himself subject to familiar pressures.

    His closest acquaintances however have moved on – best friend Mikey is looking to tap into the seemingly limitless market for the East London coffee shop, and Shanice, Jay’s one time girlfriend, has started a course at business college.

    Ashley Gayle and Veronique Andre, who play Jay and Shanice, are exceptional. On point with every musical and emotional beat, they are present, committed and vital.

    Predictably, Jay’s promises to change cut no ice with Shanice. “Whenever you turn over a new leaf there’s always dog shit underneath,” she says, undercutting his many pledges and oaths.

    And spectres of illegality – the drug dealers and rude boys – gather on every corner, ever ready to draw him back down.

    Jay’s Achilles’ heel is his anger, thrusting himself into a fight at the slightest insult which Gayle executes with raw precision.

    Shanice is equally energised by her resistance to Jay’s “wasteman” attitude. And when she launches into the first of her two solo numbers ‘Turn Around’, her power and directness is enough to send a shiver down the spine.

    The speed at which thought becomes action, at which people make flash decisions in life, is rarely presented truthfully on stage. But across the 14-strong cast, there is a live energy that crackles with the authenticity of life on the street.

    There is comedy too. ‘Civil Enforcer’, the traffic warden’s anthem, is proof that Kath Gotts’ music and lyrics can blend rap, humour and street life with great affection.

    This showstopping number, replete with hi-vis clad backing dancers, sees traffic warden K. M. Drew Boateng bring the house down, as Mikey battles with his Bajan sat nav.

    The sat nav’s refrain nags at Jay, the voice of his conscience telling him that he has taken a wrong turn. There are a host of excellent supporting performances and the production values are disarmingly high.

    The Big House theatre company, who co-produced The Realness, was founded by director Maggie Norris. Whilst working in prisons and school exclusion units she saw the need for a life skills and theatre training programme which continues to go from strength to strength.

    Inspired by the ideas and experiences of the cast members, Norris believes resisting a return to crime is the greatest challenge for anyone after a spell inside and the play is testament to the difficulty of that struggle.

    The Realness is at Hackney Downs Studios, 17 Amhurst Terrace, E8 2BT until 20 December.
    www.hackneydownsstudios.com

  • Stink Foot review: A sticky situation at the Yard Theatre

    Daniel Millar is Philoctetes in Stink Foot. Photograph: Bronwen Sharp
    Daniel Millar is Philoctetes in Stink Foot. Photograph: Bronwen Sharp

    Suffering for your art may sound appealing, but in practice it’s rarely so romantic. Just ask the stage crew behind Stink Foot, adapted from Sophocles’s tragedy Philoctetes. Post-performance, these unfortunates are charged with cleaning buckets-worth of quicksand-thick black treacle from the stage of Hackney Wick’s The Yard Theatre; it takes nearly two hours every night.

    It’s appropriate for a play that’s focused on suffering. The titular Philoctetes (played brilliantly by Daniel Millar) was stranded on the isle of Lemnos by his former comrades-in-arms when they could no longer stand the stench of his war-wounded, festering foot. Ten years later he’s every inch the betrayed lion, seething with resentment against Odysseus (Rosie Thomson), who gave the command.

    When young, principled Neo (Joshua Miles) is enlisted to trick him back to the battlefield, the ethical dilemma at the heart of the story unfolds. Should Philoctetes’ suffering be dismissed for the greater good of the Greek war effort, or do we sympathise more with the personal justice he seeks?

    Jeff James’s adaptation strips down Sophocles’ original to a three-actor show while seeking to foreground its emotive clout. After a slow start it’s largely successful, due to strong lead performances and a canny balancing of language, which veers between blunt slang, ear-piercing sonic assaults and more polished classical phrasing. Then there’s the treacle itself – a pleasingly messy, in-your-face representation of Philoctetes’ sticky situation and the raw pain he must endure.

    Philoctetes rarely gets staged in the UK, and is something of an anomaly as an all-male tragedy. James’s interpretation injects a dose of revisionism, making Odysseus female and the ghost of Hercules an ineffective party-starter, while introducing some feelgood recompense for the slighted Philoctetes. While the humour is welcome, it does dilute the play’s tragic overtones, and therefore its ethical conundrums; perhaps a necessary choice for an adaptation that remains tethered to its ancient source rather than reinventing suffering for a modern audience.

    Stink Foot is at the Yard Theatre, Queen’s Yard, E9 5EN until 13 December
    www.theyardtheatre.co.uk