Having mixed reviews in the Student Press, I wasn't sure what to expect with this play. One paper seemed to being singing its praises, the other tearing it to pieces. Both failed to do it justice.
Their disagreement is caused by the feeling you are left with at the interval, that it is either really good or really bad. This is nowhere more true than in the character of the Chief of Police. At times Robert Morgan's portrayal makes little sense, the character doesn't seem to cohere. It is not until later that you realise that in such judgements, you too have been drawn into the world of delusion and trickery that is Madam Irma's House of Illusions. Morgan's subtlety of performance in a part that could easily be overplayed is noteworthy.
Such a sense of confusion is testament to the brilliant acting throughout the entire cast, which fights against a poor translation to present a stimulating piece of theatre.
Madam Irma is played with delightful perversion by Melissa Julian-Jones. Her character has the same lack of coherence as Morgan, but it is precisely this dichotomy between burlesque mistress and matron that highlights the perversity of her maternal moments, and causes the distinction between reality and illusion to be further blurred.
Time should also be taken to commend Jonathan Totman's excellent performance as the idiosyncratic Judge.
If you go to The Balcony expecting a goth-romp in a PVC-filled brothel, you'll be disappointed. If you go expecting a dark, stimulating, philosophical plays which at times is also funny - a play that forces the audience to share in its illusion - you'll be more than happy.
Their disagreement is caused by the feeling you are left with at the interval, that it is either really good or really bad. This is nowhere more true than in the character of the Chief of Police. At times Robert Morgan's portrayal makes little sense, the character doesn't seem to cohere. It is not until later that you realise that in such judgements, you too have been drawn into the world of delusion and trickery that is Madam Irma's House of Illusions. Morgan's subtlety of performance in a part that could easily be overplayed is noteworthy.
Such a sense of confusion is testament to the brilliant acting throughout the entire cast, which fights against a poor translation to present a stimulating piece of theatre.
Madam Irma is played with delightful perversion by Melissa Julian-Jones. Her character has the same lack of coherence as Morgan, but it is precisely this dichotomy between burlesque mistress and matron that highlights the perversity of her maternal moments, and causes the distinction between reality and illusion to be further blurred.
Time should also be taken to commend Jonathan Totman's excellent performance as the idiosyncratic Judge.
If you go to The Balcony expecting a goth-romp in a PVC-filled brothel, you'll be disappointed. If you go expecting a dark, stimulating, philosophical plays which at times is also funny - a play that forces the audience to share in its illusion - you'll be more than happy.