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Nicole Kidman as Rosalind Franklin

THEATRE

Kidman works her chemistry on DNA

Nicole Kidman, who was last seen on the London stage 17 years ago in David Hare’s adaptation of Arthur Schnitzler’s notoriously erotic La Ronde, returns to act in Anna Ziegler’s Photograph 51 at Noël Coward Theatre. Kidman pays tribute to the English chemist and crystallographer Rosalind Franklin, the woman who cracked DNA and didn’t get the Nobel Prize she deserved.

Franklin was always convinced that she was right. She was not, to put it mildly, an easy person to work with. She was her own worst enemy. Her froideur kept everybody at a distance and led to clashes when people trespassed on her territory. Maurice Wilkins (Stephen Campbell Moore), with whom she was meant to work on equal terms at King’s College, had a particularly hard time. Her only close friend was an American admirer (Patrick Kennedy).

Kidman’s performance of a brusque, no-nonsense, fiercely intelligent loner in a male-dominated world, who didn’t suffer patronising males gladly, is highly accomplished. Michael Grandage’s clever production shows a firm grasp of the loose script. The supporting actors are well chosen and the designer, Christopher Oram, has provided an arresting setting – in a bombed-out King’s College with the rubble still there.

Matthew Warchus is the new artistic director at The Old Vic and his tenure gets off to a good start with Tamsin Oglesby’s Future Conditional, a debate about what sort of education we want for our children and how can we make it fairer for all.

The debate has three separate strands: one features the frustrated parents, another a research committee, and a third, in a series of monologues, shows a comprehensive-school teacher in the classroom. The play is held together by a student refugee who is grateful for an education which would have been denied to her in Pakistan because she is a woman in the wrong class and caste.

Warchus has turned the whole debate into a lively theatrical experience. Nikki Patel, making her stage debut, is impressive as the refugee. Rob Brydon plays the teacher and has a fine speech when he is at his laptop, typing an apology to a parent. Lucy Briggs-Owen is very funny as a pushy middle-class mum. The scenes with the committee are among the most entertaining: when Joshua McGuire (Eton-educated) and Brian Vernel (state school) are at loggerheads and liable to behave like naughty children.

Dusty at Charing Cross Theatre tells the life of Dusty Springfield. The English pop singer and icon of the Swinging Sixties appears on screen in archival filmed footage and as a hologram. It’s good to see and hear her sing; but there is something absurd about applauding a photograph and a 3D model. Alison Arnopp, who is playing Dusty and singing her songs, has to compete with the footage and the hologram – it’s an impossible task.

As the production stands now, the show only works when Dusty is singing; and this could well be enough for Springfield’s nostalgic fans. But for those of us wanting to see a good musical, the poor script, poor staging and distracting choreography are a severe hindrance.

Robert Tanitch

 

MUSIC

Bach’s caffeine cantata comes with coffee

For opera-goers, the Scottish hills of Lammermuir will forever be intertwined with the sad fate of Donizetti’s Lucia. But they are actually a region of well-kept enchantment, fringed by small, neat seaside towns conveniently close to Edinburgh, and home to a newish Lammermuir Festival. The festival’s mission statement is “Beautiful Music in Beautiful Places” – such as the grand medieval church of St Mary’s, Haddington, where this year’s season launched with a concert by the Scottish Chamber Orchestra under the young conductor Ben Gernon.

Gernon is someone I’d heard much about (he wins competitions) but never seen in action; and though he wasn’t an obviously charismatic presence on the podium, his technical abilities were impressive – the gestures economical and precise, but signalling some strikingly effective ideas in a programme of Sibelius, Beethoven and Mozart.

The Mozart was his Sinfonia Concertante, with the soloists drawn from members of the Michelangelo Quartet – a group of four big-league performers resident in different countries and with individual careers. That set-up may not make for flawless balance and ensemble but it does deliver power and brilliance. And it made the Michelangelos a useful group to have in residence at Lammermuir, playing not just as a quartet but also in separate capacities. I was particularly taken with Nabuko Imai’s luminously rich viola sound, steeped in experience and wisdom.

I was also struck by an engaging young lutenist called Thomas Dunford playing incredible, doleful Dowland in the baronial hall of Lennoxlove, seat of the dukes of Hamilton; and by the cellist Philip Higham playing Britten in the half-dark (no electric lighting) of the old collegiate church at Seton. Another jewel was the Kungsbacka Piano Trio playing uninhibited Rachmaninov in an austerely Presbyterian beachside chapel at North Berwick.

But the most memorable thing I heard at Lammermuir was an attempt to reproduce the kind of concert JS Bach might once have given in a 1730s Leipzig coffee house. Performances in 18th-century coffee houses were a major precedent for public concerts as they are today, and Bach devoted even more time to them than he did to his duties in church: hence the existence of secular scores like his Coffee Cantata. Interestingly, the cantata is an operetta about how the young fall prey to caffeine addiction. It was given a rigorously period-conscious reading at this festival event by John Butt’s Dunedin Consort. After the luxury of Lennoxlove, the 1970s-municipal feel of Musselburgh was disappointing. But the nice idea of giving everybody in the audience a personal coffee fix, with cake by an authentic German pastry chef, softened the blow.

Michael White