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Вс, 20 янв, 2008 16:47
Oliver Taylor's Last Night (and a Little Beyond): Rhapsody in Russian Blue

To English readers: This essay was initially loosely based on the article "Young talents and adult spectators: an essay about the nature of theatrical emotions", published in Russian in this blog on 12th December 2007. The essay in English has been written after requests from Billy Elliot the Musical - The Complete Forum members and significantly differs from the Russian original. In particular, a lot of citations from both the musical's lyrics and Russian classical literature has been incorporated into the text. It has been radically extended since its first publication, last time on 27 October 2009.

To Russian readers/Русскоязычному читателю: Публикуемый текст нетипичен для моего журнала - хотя бы потому, что написан на английском языке. Это эссе написано на основе моего текста "Юные таланты и взрослые поклонники, или о природе театральных эмоций", но ориентировано на специфическую целевую аудиторию. Оно, собственно, и написано после многочисленных и настойчивых просьб со стороны членов официального Форума Billy Elliot the Musical - The Complete Forum. Я отказывался, полагая, что не способен с моим заточенным разве что на написание технических статей английским выдать адекватный моим амбициям текст. Но меня сломили угрозами пропустить исходный русский текст через он-лайновый переводчик и в таком виде читать (можно ли представить более страшную угрозу?!). К тому же, во время новогоднего пребывания в Москве я вынужден был провести неделю, не выходя из дома из-за простуды, что дало мне возможность сосредоточиться на этой работе. Текст сильно отличается от исходного прототипа - в частности, убран весь "литдыбр", а сам он стал более сфокусирован и нашпигован явными и неявными цитатами из звучащих в мюзикле песен (Billy Elliot The Musical Lyrics), и к тому же я решил специально педалировать его русское происхождение. В итоге получился текст, совершенно нетипичный для меня и стилистически, и эмоционально. [the text was radically updated on 3 Feb 2008, on 8 March, on 17 June and 27 Oct 2009.]




Preface.

Oliver Taylor's Last Night at Billy Elliot The Musical (BETM) on 1 December was no ordinary event. It seems that even in the morning, not many members of the audience were sober. Let us cite some typical reactions written while the scent was still hot: "amazing show", "smashing night", "by far the most emotional ever", "have seen a few farewell shows but none as heartbreaking and emotional as this one", "has to be the best I've ever seen", "I felt the theatre was full of happiness. I have never experienced such atmosphere at the theatre", "will remember it all my life", etc. And the refrain that was going on and on: "I was crying", "there can't have been a dry eye in the house", "I'm still crying now"... Obvious, if not ridiculous, exaggerations by slightly mad BETM fans?

Wasn't it all in fact very simple? The young performer had just become nervous and succumbed to tears, and in response so did the audience, who were sorry for him. Everybody was just emotional and – at the end – happy because it's always good to get emotional during such a thrilling occasion. That’s it…

Well, this might be true, but I believe this explanation is too trivial: perhaps we Russians tend to overcomplicate simple things and always look for a bit of extra drama. As to tears, I would say in the theatrical context they as such are usually not a big deal. Had it been so easy to evoke emotions from the public by shedding tears, then the entire cast of every show would have just cried all the time and the whole West End would have been flooded a long time ago. But perhaps, those tears were a manifestation of something much more significant – at least I would like to think so.



Normally I am not emotional person at all, I do not consider myself as an avid fan of populist musical theatre - I always preferred arthouse (if not 'fringe') productions. Three weeks before that night I knew very little about the show and had never heard about Oliver Taylor. Then I saw three shows with him in a row, including that Last Night on 1 December. Now I am surprised at myself. For a start, I must admit that I actually share those emotional sentiments - just because I was there myself and saw the whole thing with my own eyes. When I am amazed I always try to find why. So here are my reflections made, if you will, keeping in mind the following famous (or, rather, infamous in our Russian-speaking world) words:

I disassembled music like a corpse
Put harmony to algebraic test…

(“Mozart and Salieri”, from “Small tragedies” by Alexander Pushkin).

Let us consider everything from two perspectives, that of an average member of the audience (it's me) and that of Oliver himself (I hope he will forgive me, a stranger, for my numerous presumptions, such as “Oliver was thinking this, Oliver was feeling that” - probably, he is more a character in this essay rather than the real Oliver). Although, yet another perspective will be apparent here - I refuse to consider this show in isolation from a broader cultural context. I can call myself a literature man. So in addition to Lee Hall's lyrics, great Russian literature that is so famous for its organic blending the intellect's cold observations with the heart reflections, writ in tears (as our national genius Pushkin put it) will also help us with some further allusions - although, perhaps, it will also lead this text even further away from the reality. But what is "the reality"?!... Anyway, we were authoritatively told by Mrs Wilkinson: "forget about content, focus on style." And a proper style, I feel, should be quite subjective and, in a sense, overtly rhapsodic.

Rhapsody: [Literature] a work written in an impassioned or exalted style; [Music] a composition of irregular form that often incorporates improvisation. Episodic yet integrated, free-flowing in structure, featuring a range of highly contrasted moods, colour and tonality).
(From the Dictionary)


Part 1. Who are you, Mr. Taylor?

Let us start, however, from outlining some background - just to give those readers, who do not know much about BETM, a flavour who is Oliver Taylor and how he managed to land the lead role of Billy in the acclaimed West End musical about the miner's son who dreams of becoming a ballet dancer and has to fight stereotypical expectations of his family caught up in Britain’s 1980s industrial strike. Let me first cite the following obscure document (it's a "research paper" written for the National Academy for Gifted and Talented Youth) describing the first appearance of our hero in front of BETM audition panel.



... Never before has a stage musical relied so heavily on the abilities of a child as its principal character, on-stage for a full three hours, with choreography and acrobatics that would tax the most skilled of adult performers. West End Billys have had to master extremely difficult choreography - not just ballet, but tap, jazz and street dance, back-flips, front-flips, cartwheels, plus acting and singing. They have had to develop the stamina to carry a 3-hour musical, with two performances a week... probably the most difficult role ever created for a child.

Since the auditions began for Billy Elliot in the autumn of 2003, over 5,000 children have been seen. This represents at least eight large auditions every year (100+) and numerous private visits to dance schools and youth clubs. I was invited to the auditions held in September 2006 at Exeter. The casting team – which consisted of Children's Casting Director Jessica Ronane, Associate Choreographer Lynne Page, her dancing assistant Matt Cross, Associate Director Julian Webber, Children’s Musical Director Ron Crocker and Jessica’s assistant Clemency Carlisle - had never before been to the South West of England in their three years of casting the production.

Dance teachers throughout the region had been asked to suggest to their talented boys that they apply for audition. Ninety-four boys had sent in their photos and details and had been sent directions to Maynards School, a private girls’ school with a large gymnasium where the auditions were held. The boys were scheduled into seven sessions, with the first session at 10.00 am and the last beginning at 5.00 pm. It was a very long day, the casting panel sitting through the same process seven times watching boys of widely varying ability. By 4.00 in the afternoon already sixty boys divided into five groups been put through their paces. The panel were becoming despondent – while a few boys had been interesting, so far no one had sparkled.

Then in the four o’clock group, two boys shone... It was the second boy, though, who made the hair stand up on the back of our necks – when he danced and moved through space, one’s eyes were drawn to him; he was extremely watch-able. Confirming what we were seeing, his notes in the panel’s typed list said “RBS wanted him but said no!”. This quietly confident twelve year old had already turned down a place at the Royal Ballet School. The two boys were asked to return the next day, a Sunday, to be looked at more closely by the casting panel.

The next morning, the boys were given solo workshops... At the end of the four-hour session, the boys went home and the panel returned to London. One boy was invited with his parents to London to see the show, and has since been taken into intensive training, with late spring 2007 pencilled in for entry into the show.

(From "Doing Hamlet While Running the New York Marathon: Finding and Training the Billy Elliots" by Adele Bailey (director of the National Council for Drama Training), occasional research paper 17 for the National Academy for Gifted and Talented Youth (NAGTY), December 2006)



Notice that dramatic change of tone to the very expressive "the second boy ... made the hair stand up on the back of our necks" - reflecting, obviously, the unexpected emotions of the panel? With such an innate ability to immediately evoke strong feelings even from unsentimental professionals that unnamed "one boy" did arrive with a bang! Perhaps, it's time for him to introduce himself:

Hi my name is Oliver. I was born on the 10th March 1994 in Paignton, Devon. I live with my parents Kathryn and David and my older sister Emily. I started ballet when I was three years old and I am now a mid associate of the Royal Ballet. Since I started I have done many competitions and have won medals and trophies for my age range. I also competed in the RAD Fonteyn Nureyev Young Dancers Competition for Great Britain and the Channel Islands and came first in my age group. Along with my competitions I have performed in a few theatre productions near where I live. I played the part of the Boy in the Snowman, the Nutcracker in the Nutcracker, and Franz in Coppelia. I have also taken part in a children's BBC programme and have been on Ready Steady Cook. I would like to dedicate my first performance to my family and my teachers - Pollyanna, Kim, Miss Jacquie and Miss Pam (who got me into ballet in the first place). They have never given up on me!
(From the Theatre Programme "Billy Elliot The Musical" published to mark Oliver's First Night on 18 June 2007)

The rest is history: 50 performances in the title role at BETM during five and half months followed... So, what happened at the end? The short answer: it was a Big Bang! The devil, however, is in the details...

monk Pimen (writing under a lamp):
One record more remains, the last of all,
And then this chronicle of mine is finished,
The duty is fulfilled which God has laid
On me, a sinner...

(From "Boris Godunov" by Alexander Pushkin)

Part 2. What actually happened on that Last Night?

What was Oliver thinking before his Last Night? Perhaps something like this: “It’s my very last show. The audience is going to be different from an ordinary one and have extra expectations. I must do my best. I must give it my all without even the slightest fault”. So, being as he declared in his BBC interview, usually rather relaxed during regular shows, he was under additional pressure and probably a bit more nervous than normal. His entire body must have been tuning up to that challenge with a particularly strong determination.



The theatre's full, the boxes glitter;
The restless gallery claps and roars;
The stalls and pit are all ajitter;
The curtain rustles as it soars...

(From "Eugene Onegin" by Alexander Pushkin)

Stephen Daldry had given a warm and emotional introductory speech - and the lights dimmed… While the show itself went very well, actually each scene (performed for the last time - therefore with extra zeal, and accompanied by extra applauses) required a higher than usual state of emotion. The last big solo number - "Electricity" - was performed extremely well in all its aspects and resulted in a huge ovation. It was a real triumph! In that electrified atmosphere the last line “I’m free”, delivered with panache, sounded as if it had an additional subtext: “I did the job and now I’m free from all that subconscious tension”. Inevitably – as just a matter of psychophysiology - after that his nervous system reacted by relaxing: all the main things seemed to be over. It just remained to do the rest of the scenes that – being of course emotional by their “farewell” nature - did not include risky stunts and therefore should go smoothly.

When the 'farewell scenes' did start, all of a sudden Oliver found that there were not just characters on the stage; all the performers were also there in their own right. They did have their own strong feelings and were saying their own farewells to him – not just to Billy going to the Royal Ballet School but to him, Oliver, going to… where? Back to his home? Ballet girls – the real Ballet girls - wanted an autograph: whose? – just Billy’s? Or Oliver’s too? Debbie gave Billy a hug. Or that was Leigh hugging him - Olly? Finally, not just Mrs. Wilkinson, but Jackie Clune herself, became uncharacteristically emotional and started crying. “You are so fxxxing special” – who said that? And to whom? No wonder Oliver seemed to get confused, his already mixed emotions were being stirred. Perhaps, he would have successfully handled either Billy or himself, but he found that he couldn’t control both simultaneously; he just ran out of the required nervous resources – they had completely been exhausted by the time. He was desperately trying his best to get calm, taking pauses and almost whispering his lines…

There was no chance for him to regain composure backstage, as he had to remain at the proscenium. Perhaps, he could have done so during “Once we were kings”, but the farewell to the miners/ensemble with their dignified and sad song did not help him to calm down either - indeed, it's a feeling that you can't control. By the start of the “Letter Reprise”, he looked really inconsolable and after forlornly delivering the first couple of lines, he could hardly utter a word, let alone sing. It must have been embarrassing for him: what if the audience was thinking that the actor had failed to perform the climactic final scene? And what about his “professionalism” that had always been a subject of amazement for so many adults? Note that his partner, Sara Poyzer, being herself in tears, nevertheless delivered her vocal lines very well – in fact, even better than usual. That’s the adult professional - while he’s just a kid, he's only just a bairn who forgot the first commandment: "at least pretend you're doing fine... and smile, smile, smile". If only he could dance during those farewell scenes! One could only imagine what a dance sensation he would have produced expressing himself at the peak of that emotional state. However, no dances were left for him to do, and that most natural way for him to channel his emotions could not be used; he had to sing and deliver his lines in a straightforward way through that fragile vocal apparatus so open for disruption by gasps and tears – and then those tears did appear. What a shame!




Well, let us now consider this ordeal from the perspective of those who were on the receiving end. It’s very easy to speak on behalf of the audience on that matter: such imagined conclusions made above about that "failure" could not have been farther from the truth. Art (and life, for that matter) is just not so elementary. In fact, Oliver's gasping and whispering in the ‘farewell to Mrs Wilkinson’ scene brought an additional and very realistic tension, as well as unusual tenderness, into the scene, thus enriching the story, and that unconventional duet with Dead Mum produced an incredibly powerful emotional wave that overwhelmed a good part of the audience into a kind of half-fainting trance: many people were even afraid to breathe.

That was really strange: even as the performer looked like he had lost control over himself, his control over the character (and, for that matter, over the audience) seemed to become stronger (he really just grabbed the audience by the throat as Arthur Miller used to say). Indeed, the battle's lost but not the war. Perhaps the key to that mystery was that having broken that very commandment from Mrs. Wilkinson –"at least pretend you're doing fine"... - he remained faithful to another, more important, one from Dead Mum - "In everything you do always be yourself". The result of that twisted logic of a genuine art was that the supposed “failure” only added something really special to the scene because somehow it remained within the context of the story - moreover, perhaps the story itself even gained an additional dimension. Lost some lyrics? Yes - but the scene's meaning and spirit were not lost at all. By this time everybody in the house already knew perfectly well what kind of character Oliver's Billy was as well as that Oliver could sing like an angel (and dance like a devil) – no new demonstrations were needed; but he produced such vivid and real feelings from the depth of his heart that the audience just knew: they were witnessing a very rare and exquisite event that would be difficult to top, and they were soaking up every nuance of it.

The final scene with Michael/Ryan provided another significant Oliver twist. Addressing each other by their real names ("See ya Ryan" - "Yer see ya Olly"), the young actors - while visibly upset - nevertheless showed very graphically that they were handling an unusual situation in an ingenuous, ingenious, and organic way: maybe they were even able to feel that the show had already gone slightly astray, the public had too much of heavy emotions and needed alleviating. So what Oliver, instantly supported by Ryan, did (consciously or intuitively or even instinctively – who knows -- they might know, though) was to smash definitively the already half-broken wall between show’s fictional space and reality. It was actually promised earlier by the astute Mrs. Wilkinson: the whole process will coalesce - and indeed, a kind of mixed, augmented reality, embracing all the characters, performers and spectators, came into existence. In particular, the audience finally came to themselves, relieved all their repressed feelings in one powerful exhalation, and joined in the action, breathing out a collective ‘Ahhhh’, coupled with tears and smiles. After that united display of compassion and relaxation, everybody – on the stage and in the hall - was ready for the bravura Finale that became a celebration after all those fictional and real trials and tribulations. In the end, it looked like all the people in the house could declare “we are free” and were embracing each other – really or figuratively – because they felt uplifted and could stand as one all out together. Not an ordinary thing!

Here Woland turned to the master and said: 'Well, now you can finish your novel with one phrase!'
The master seemed to have been expecting this... He cupped his hands to his mouth and cried out so that the echo leaped over the unpeopled and unforested mountains:
'You're free! You're free! He's waiting for you!'...
The mountains turned the master's voice to thunder, and by this same thunder they were destroyed. The accursed rocky walls collapsed.
... Someone was setting the master free, as he himself had just set free the hero he had created. This hero had gone into the abyss, gone irrevocably...

(From the final chapter of "The Master and Margarita" by Michail Bulgakov).




Part 3. The Billy - deep into the ground.

Now let us try to understand more about the nature of all those extraordinary emotions which spilled out that Night. To do this we need to dig more deep into the ground of BETM - or rather into specifics of the title role. Many observers noted that BETM was a rather unconventional show for a traditional populist musical theatre: its audience were not just entertained; they became emotionally involved much more strongly than would usually be the case. Why? Perhaps we should pose the following question: what is the most attractive element in terms of emotive attachment for the spectators in a live theatrical experience? My answer is: the genuineness of feelings on the stage which the public can associate themselves with. Billy’s story of a talented child from a troubled family, who overcomes personal and social predicaments and fulfills his aspirations, is so archetypal that almost everyone finds there something close to his or her heart that results in even stronger feelings because it means something in terms of his or her own life - it's not about the kid, it's all of us.

On the other hand, young performers themselves identify with the character of Billy: first, just because of their young age (child actors almost always tend to play themselves – at least to a certain extent); secondly, (it is not news) because the young stars are in a sense "real Billy Elliots" and they do feel real within the show's context. Compared to Billy, the character, they may have had happier or more well-to-do families and easier opportunities to develop their talents; however, getting this unique role is not that easy for them (many years of learning dance, all that giggling about "boys in tutus", numerous competitive auditions, long and hard training, etc.). Moreover, they are actually able to convey their feelings to the public very effectively - just because they are charismatic real talents born to boogie, not those manufactured "celebrity" mediocrities who populate so many shows nowadays. Consequently, the spectator’s sympathy with the character of Billy is intensified by sympathy with the young performer who powerfully manifests not only the character’s - but also his own – real feelings that, like electricity, spark inside of him. By the way, this effect is in principle not possible with adult actors: even if an adult performer is deep into the role, we normally do not care about his/her own feelings and circumstances. Finally, as Stephen Daldry put it: "There is something unbelievably thrilling about watching a little kid at the limit of his ability achieving something extraordinary. The audience can feel it. It is a kinetic experience".

All these means that even during a regular show there are multiple emotions of different kinds flying around for the spectators to catch (that’s actually a secret of the show’s popular appeal). The 1st December show provided much more in that respect, both because it was a Last Night with its farewell specifics and because of some additional nuances of Oliver’s interpretation of the role.



Of course, in technical terms Oliver was "a complete package". In addition to his obvious balletic skills (recognised at the prestigious national competitions), he possessed a soft tuneful voice (light and clear treble rather than the alto more common among Billys - so he had no trouble reaching high notes in "Deep Into the Ground" - that in-house test for vocal competence) and surprisingly versatile acting capabilities which allowed him to cover a broad spectrum of emotions. But this should go without much saying - actually all Billys have been able to develop enviable versatile skills as well as their individual fortes (no surprise here given their natural talents and the comprehensive training they receive). It is more interesting, however, to look at the specifics of his interpretation that definitely weren’t common and stimulated rather heated and uncharacteristic debate among fans.

BETM has been unique in tuning the production to each lead performer’s individual talents and skills (as Stephen Daldry memorably put it in his interview given during rehearsals with three original Billys: "it's been a logistic nightmare - I am in effect directing three different shows simultaneously"). While the story remains the same, some important nuances have been quite different depending on a particular Billy - and not only those concerned with choreography of the big showy number "Electricity" (although, it has always been the most obvious manifestation of the performer's individuality) but also those defining the subtleties of Billy's own behaviour as well as of interactions and relationships with other characters.

Perhaps, in terms of the role interpretation, Oliver's Billy was the most different of them all, and it was immediately obvious to observant eyes of the musical's devoted fans who saw each one of the Billys, usually more than once (just a few citations from reviews written after his first shows: "Oliver is quite different from the other Billys", "This is certainly a very individual take on the part", "He certainly has a unique style", "I haven't seen any portrayal of Billy like this before", "Oliver is an amazing Billy, and so refreshingly different than the other Billys", "You certainly have to get used to Oliver's Billy as it is light years away in interpretation from..."). Even more interesting is the fact that not all the observers agreed whether that very distinctive interpretation was a good thing.

In my perception, Oliver decisively shifted the story's perspective: it became focused more on a psychological (or even metaphysical) rather than a social-political discontent with society and self, and that could be felt from the very beginning. I remember my first show: when Olly's Billy appeared on the stage (standing among those burly men he looked like an alien ethereal creature) and started singing, "Take me up and hold me gently, Raise me up and hold me high". It sounded as a desperate plea - not to his father or to the mining community - but to Him, who is above. I as a spectator has had an immediate hope that the plea sung with an angelic voice of a choirboy would soar to the heights and reach His ear there because it was clear that this vulnerable boy was not able to adapt to that harsh real world with all those personal and political storms blowing a sense of a meaningful life out of him.

Sensitive and lonely, this Billy had no illusions: he didn't expect from all the adults any good, but real and figurative blows, and this was reflected in his tense body language. However, he was not prepared to surrender without fight - the potential for rebellion was obvious from his first scenes (remember, for instance, his exchange with George in the boxing scene - especially his intonations that were so utterly bitter), and his naturally understated behaviour from time to time transformed into emotional bursts. In his interactions he easily became nervous and pointedly aggressive (and his trademark "clipped" delivery of lines, being slightly annoying to some spectators, served well to show that). His facial expressions frequently reflected his disgust with all those who consistently let him down, and of course his "Angry Dance" was not just "angry" but desperate to the extreme.

So, unlike some other Billys, showy and charming, he was not that white and fluffy kitten whom the audience were bound to love from the first sight. To survive, he had to bristle up like a hedgehog, and it was enough to look at his deep burning eyes in the finely wrought pale face (expressively framed by contrasting slightly curled dark hair - was Oliver the first Billy who was allowed not to lighten his hair? It worked meaningfully!) to feel - beware! he could bite you with his aggression. Even his closest friend, Michael, could occasionally be at the receiving end (remember those uncompromising intonations of "just because I like ballet doesn't mean I'm a poof"?). Accordingly, for the spectators, who were unexpectedly dragged out of their comfort zone, that love from the first bite wasn't necessarily there - indeed, some reviewers noted that it was "difficult to warm up to him" as he didn't present himself as a very likeable and sweet lad. Thank God, there would be many more opportunities for spectators to have a proper look at (and insight into) that troubled kid as the story was progressing!

Even the best temptations of that real world reflected in Debbie’s and Michael's antics were not for that internally tormented boy - he did his best to enthusiastically express himself trying to look on the bright side of life (no doubt, even Queen Victoria, had she had a chance to materialise in "her" Victoria Palace Theatre during that surrealistic cross-dressing scene, would have certainly change her famous line and just uttered "We are amused") but to no avail. So he needed an escapist world that was more suitable to his - as disturbed as romantic - inner self. That world in the unexpected form of dance was granted to him out of the blue - indeed, from above. Not only was he able to live himself fully through dancing, but he also found a much needed motherly figure who really cared for him, and in addition his dead mum was occasionally there with him too! The first time we saw him confident and even uncharacteristically beaming was at the end of "Solidarity" - when he did awake to the fact that this new world was now in his hands. And so did the audience, who at that moment could suddenly acknowledge with their wide open mouths what a talent that little hedgehog possessed.

However, this happy development was only the first, and superficial, layer of his story. Alas, this particular Billy was woven of contradictions, and his internal problems remained with him notwithstanding his successes in dance. It was as if the time was out of joint for him, who was so hurt by his tragic losses and, perhaps, by the general gloominess of life (of which he was so acutely aware well beyond his age) that he in principle was not able to recover and to build intimate relationships even with the closest people. He seemed to always think (to himself!) too much - instead of engaging into any properly careless activity, and that decidedly non-childish thoughtfulness was palpable. He was able to fly high in his discovered imaginary world (which was literally epitomised by "Swan Lake" scene) - but he could not fly away from himself. We Russians can easily recognize that familiar confused romantic silhouette set against the antagonistic realistic background: such quintessential young Russian men are known in our classic literature of 19 century as "superfluous people". Eugene Onegin is probably the most known of them; although the young man called Grigoriy Pechorin, the protagonist of Mikhail Lermontov's "a Hero of Our Time" (perhaps the most perfect prose ever written in Russian), has been closer to hearts of many generations of Russian troubled adolescent boys... Being self-conscious, suffering from their own inner demons and hardly compatible with society, these Byronic romantic (anti)heroes might possess great talents in different fields but were just not able to recover poise and live a happy life. Exile, duel and self-inflicted death were their archetypal fate. Thank goodness even Thatcherite North England of 1980s was not like the tsarist Russia of century and half earlier...

We still, alas, cannot forestall it -
This dreadful ailment's heavy tall;
The spleen is what the English call it,
We call it simply Russian soul.
'Twas this our hero had contracted;
And though, thank God, he never acted
To put a bullet through his head,
His former love of life was dead.

(From "Eugene Onegin" by Alexander Pushkin)

The "Letter Reprise" scene had always been the most emotional scene in the context of this Billy’s psychologically intricate development, and de-facto became the highlight of Oliver's shows. Just remember this dialogue: Billy: “Bye mum, see you soon?” Dead Mum: “No, I don't think so, do you?” which says it all - and it came after all the other exhausting farewells, including the one to Mrs Wilkinson. That was an indication that there was no imaginary world granted to him anymore, and he must now live in a different (the Royal Ballet School) but real world – attractive, but probably just as unfriendly. For this particular Billy that did not seem an easy prospect for happy life because he was just stripped of all his established relationships, and was internally too guarded to become close to anyone else. Not surprising, then, that despite the bravura end (his "Finale" was as celebratory as anyone's), some spectators continued to worry for him - emotionally there was no happy ending, and for this intrinsically uplifting show, that was a radical departure from the typical prevailing feelings of admiration of the great winning talent successfully overcoming all the harsh external circumstances.

So it was only natural that the intensity of those complex feelings, multiplied by the farewell context of the Last Night, reached such a culmination in the "Letter Reprise" scene, which on that occasion was tested to the limits. No wonder it was so utterly heart-wrenching for everybody in the house (and I, for one, sitting there was remembering that definitive Dostoevsky's sentiment "The whole world is not worth a single tear of a child"). Now it seems this scene will be associated with Oliver's name and his Last Night for a very long time, if not forever.



Is it a bit artificial on my part to put such an unnecessary convoluted, and too heavily loaded, interpretation of what in fact had always been quite a simple and straightforward positive story on the rather fragile shoulders of a young dancing boy (be he a character or a performer)? Maybe. At the end of the day, any personal reading is to a significant extent the fantasy of a spectator who was looking at the show as if it was a mirror and saw there something resembling the circumstances of his own life, thoughts, dreams and phobias. However, I was definitely not alone in that. Quite a few people, describing their impressions from Oliver's portrayal, did paint a similar picture using even stronger colours. Moreover, they had been arguing with each other which was not typical for BETM fans at all! The result: quite a few highly personal, affectionate (indeed, rhapsodic) reviews that were exceptional in terms of quality and emotional involvement. Many, many more spectators (a certain Barbra Streisand was among them once) left no written accounts but were, I believe, equally uplifted and disturbed.

Concentrating so far mainly on a "real" side of Oliver's Billy life, I have probably presented a rather unbalanced view of that ambivalent portrayal. But we'd go dancing - there were at least three big numbers ("Born to Boogie", "Swan Lake" and "Electricity") in the show that gave us, as spectators, a proper feeling of immersion in another "imaginary" world that presented a huge contrast (key word for this interpretation!) to that gloomy reality and where this Billy could be free for an hour or three. The paradoxical trademark blend of vulnerability and aggression was still discernible - just becoming more obscured; but in his dancing hypostasis, another side of that vibrant rendering was thrust into the spotlight to show 'em what class is all about. It could be called the very stage charisma (It's in the DNA) mainly expressed through the divine medium of dance. Being inseparable from Oliver's delicate romantic looks and a stylish, if not noble, balletic grace, it had a really palpable influence on many spectators - namely those who especially appreciate the pure beauty of powerful and inspiring (although as ephemeral as its carrier) dance (indeed, "the way God made pa"). That beauty appealed to those aesthetically sensitive souls on a very personal level and was very effective in getting under their skin.



One can argue about the extent to which beauty is in the eye of the beholder because of the nature of that particular eye, but it alone was so sharply manifested in Oliver's pas seuls, and associated by many spectators with a kind of radiated light (one can find a lot of descriptions like "Olly was glowing/lighting up/beaming" in reviews) that it allowed those people to be transported for short but precious moments and literally moved them to tears (another typical line from the reviews: "His Electricity was so beautiful that I cried"). It was as if these spectators were looking through a magic crystal (as Pushkin called it) and were able to see themselves - but young, innocent, with fresh feelings ("Oh once I was a young man / Looked over vales and hills / Saw myself a future of riches and of thrills"). I believe there were quite a few such people in the theatre that Last Night (unexpectedly, as it turned out, yours truly actually was one of them) whose feelings were exhaustively articulated (once again!) by Pushkin's genius (who seems to become omnipresent here):

I was assured my heart had rested
Its urge to suffer long before;
What used to be, I had protested,
Shall be no more! Shall be no more!
Deceitful dreams forever hidden,
Forsaken raptures, sorrows banned...
Yet here afresh they stir me, bidden
By Beauty's sovereign command.


So the highly positive, if not uplifting, emotions (so straightforwardly appearing in shows of some other Billys) did at the end find their way out of the multifaceted fabric of Oliver's challenging representation. This seems to be the right note to finish the description of this non-trivial Billy. Of course, an interesting question remains: why and how was this non-canonical, if not risky, bespoke interpretation taylored? Was it consciously and meticulously constructed by a director who saw an opportunity to investigate new territory within an already established story? Or did it come to life inadvertently because of the personality of Oliver, who just followed his intuition and instincts? Probably only Oliver himself can answer these questions. Or even he cannot?!

*Yes, he can! (added in Oct 2009). Let me cite his fresh interview given exactly on the day two years after his First Night:

“I’m not very stroppy. I was never, am never angry. I might get annoyed sometimes, but never openly shouting at people. I’ve never shouted at anyone…I don’t get very frustrated. The problem with me is that I don’t get frustrated enough. I’m very laid back”.

This self-depiction is confirmed by all other available accounts: everybody (including me) who met him testifies on the record: he is a polite and unassuming young man. So one concludes that he did play Billy the character against his own one which is a rather rare thing with child actors. Two same questions arise again: Why? And How? Let’s hear more from Oliver:

“It was Julian… he taught me method acting that was the Stanislavski method. He always taught me not to be happy, he always taught me that… He was very much believing in me and he taught me and every time in the rehearsals, he was encouraging me and saying “mean it more”. He’d make me shout at him.”

Thus it was Associate Director Julian Webber, Stephen Daldry’s long-standing sidekick, who probably had worried that an unassertive boy from a supportive middle-class family could appear to be not entirely convincing in the role of a motherless northern lad with working class roots. The seasoned pro, he obviously spotted the potential for an unusual interpretation, and set a challenge for his young disciple. I am especially happy that the system by a great Russian theatre reformer (“mean it more” is indeed its core!) proved to be so instrumental in creating that non-trivial rendition. The juxtaposition of black and white reflecting contrasting sides of this Billy’s world paradoxically resulted not in grey shades but in a colourful complex character.

This particular Billy was suddenly projected to a wider world beyond the immediate confines of the story with its straightforward socio-political and emotional context. Of course, “straightforward” does not mean primitive or uninteresting. For instance, one of the current leads, phenomenal Tom Holland, delivers his rather traditional rendition of the most authentic Billy the character in such a bravura style with a myriad of subtly nuanced details that you leave the theatre completely amazed by a winning nature of a genuine talent somehow residing in an unsophisticated upbeat boy. More mixed emotions and unexpected (in the context of populist musical) thoughts in Oliver's case: a strangely existential ordeal of the talented boy with a wounded psyche quietly conveys the ambivalent and disturbing feeling of intrinsic complexity of life. Of an inner life of a human being marked by a touch of doomed fatalism. Method acting? Probably. But this peeping Dostoevsky-ish touch should also reflect some hidden depths of Oliver’s own personality, shouldn't it? Probably (echo from the above paragraph?), only Oliver himself can answer this question. Or even he cannot… yet…

The strange thing, let me add on a personal note, is that I am also writing this text “against my type”: as Russian speaking readers of my blog know too well, my writing style has always been rather dry fact-of-the-matter one. And now look at this essay! "It's just a mental, sentimental" (as Diana Krall sings)... Well, it’s time to leave rather abstract labyrinths of general contemplations and return to the concretisms of that extraordinary Last Night.


Part 4. Coming of Age

I early start and end the whole,
And will not win the future days;
Like in an ocean, in my soul,
A cargo of lost hopes stays.
Who, oh, my ocean severe,
Could read all secrets in your scroll?
Who'll tell the people my idea?
I will or God or none at all!

(From "No, I'm not Byron" by then 18 y.o. Mikhail Lermontov)

There was another factor that should be taken into account when analysing that Last Night - namely, a particular development of the role over time in the context of Oliver's rather short (less than 6 months!) run at BETM. Generally speaking, the role is like a human being: it has a birth, a childhood, growing up to a certain maturity, and then a gradual ageing - to a natural death. Every phase takes its time, and the performer becomes subconsciously programmed to that natural development of the role. The role matures; the young performer matures at the same time. His progressive understanding of the character results in better understanding of himself just because of his identification with the character. Oliver’s internal clock was probably programmed for a longer run, but he just did not have enough time to pass the last phases of the lifecycle properly, and therefore subconsciously he was not completely ready to part with the role lightly. The role did not grow up to reach its natural end peacefully; instead (by a kind of the energy conservation law – creative energy, in that case) the performer somehow was destined to grow up himself faster than he normally should and could - to overcome that cognitive dissonance aroused inside him.

In fact, Oliver did exactly that during that Last Night show: in a sense, it was his forced coming of age that was radiated from the stage so powerfully. Perhaps he cried not because he was a child, but because he was ending being a child in one go: he was effectively saying farewell not just to the show and to the partners, but to his childhood (well, perhaps not to the entire childhood but just to some important aspects of it; anyway, let us not ruin such a well-composed theory by boring remarks). Indeed, we realize that our childhood is coming to the end when we are simultaneously able to look at both the past and the future. He probably did look at his past in the show and appreciated it as the most important period in his life, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity which was always going to be with him; he looked ahead and perhaps felt a momentary fear of its existential uncertainty mixed with emptiness of tomorrow's routine life without all those tiresome but inspiring commitments.

One interesting consequence is this: I believe those who had the opportunity to see his unexpected additional two shows after that official "last" one must have witnessed performances by a really mature professional who both had come to himself and to his role, and was in complete control of everything he was doing. His very last show on 15 December has had a profound effect on the audience which at times looked mesmerised (without any tears on the stage!). I for one will definitely remember for a long time that distinctive (and unusual for BETM) feeling of an outrageous and piercing mix of aggression, melancholy and beauty projected from the stage by the performer who must have found that elusive harmony and indeed could claim with confidence, "I am free". Free from that childish insecurity and tension resulting from that existential fear that had been removed with those tears once and for all. Now he was on a solid ground to pursue his journey to greater things in future.




The noise is stilled. I come out on the stage
Leaning against the door-post.
I try to guess from the distant echo
What is to happen in my lifetime.

The darkness of night is aimed at me
Along with sights of a thousand opera-glasses...
I consent to play my part.
But now a different drama is being acted,
For this one let me be.

(“Hamlet”, from "Doctor Zhivago" by Boris Pasternak).

Returning to the Last Night one can conclude that at the end, art collided unexpectedly with real life, and this collision produced sparks of real drama. That very graphic coming of age embedded into the fictive plot of the show not only became the fact of the young actor’s life but also captured the imagination of the spectators, many of whom could relate that condensed life process with their own natural experience of maturing.

There is a temptation to interpret all this as an extreme reality show where sublime feelings of all the participants became paradoxically mixed with a voyeuristic internalisation, allowing the spectators to penetrate into the child actor’s very heart and soul that could be read as an open book. That process was delicate and very public at the same time and reminded us what a cruel thing the art can be – they love to see a heart that bleeds. That amazing openness was in a sense embarrassing and even dangerous for him (as embarrassing and dangerous are any deep and sincere feelings shown in public in our cynical age). Perhaps as a result of this ordeal, being more mature, he will not allow his heart to be so open in future roles, let alone in real life. Probably it's even not that difficult - all you have to do is learn to care less.

I do not know whether Oliver at his age relies more on intuition or on reflection, or if he is even inclined to analyse in detail what happened to him. How could he manage to transform what looked like a personal emotional bewilderment into an artistically meaningful performance that so genuinely stunned us, his spectators? Perhaps, it was exactly that thing they call a natural scenic instinct (and his Billy - as I reported earlier - was with him!). However, I believe it should occur to him that in a great extent it was that impossible to hide the openness which gave him that extraordinary power over the audience. Will he keep that sublime, dangerous and elusive gift? How many "would-be-stars" try very hard to exhibit their wounded feelings coupled with a lot of tears in all those "X factor" - like shows! The problem is that the public generally sees nothing worth reading from their books, and that's the difference from that occasion when Oliver’s thoughts and emotions did transfer to the public’s minds and hearts without any effort and influenced them so significantly. As a result, after that experience every member of the audience could declare that the ghost of Eva Cassidy (whom Oliver once called his favorite singer) was hovering over them with the words they all could share and repeat:

"I see your sweet smile
Shine through darkness
Its line is etched in my memory...
You're still here beside me every day
So I know you by heart
'Cause I know you by heart
.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISipJs6I1w4 )



I am certain I am not the only person who downloaded that Letter Reprise audio record from YouTube. I've even put it into my MP3 player. I’m not sure that I am going to listen to it – at least for a foreseeable future: it does not feel appropriate, and in addition, I just have no need for it because personally I remember it by heart. However, the very thought that I possess a rare and real artefact that is so filled with sincere and genuine feelings and does not contain even a bit of hypocrisy or lie brings peace and satisfaction into my mind.

I think such a result is not at all bad for 13 year old (13 years and 9 months, actually!) performer, and he can walk proudly having spoken such a smashing and resonating Last Word that even nebulous recollections about it make a world a little bit brighter. His Last Night has probably already been imprinted in the BETM mythology. It has a chance to become part of the mythology of the entire West End, provided that Oliver who once was a king there continues in realizing wholly his potential and becoming a true star (He could be a star for all we know, We don't know how far he can go). This is by no means guaranteed: even putting aside all the uncertainties of the awkward age, a ballet soloist’s career is the most difficult and unpredictable thing in the entire performing arts business and requires not only hard work and fanatic determination but a good deal of luck in a very competitive and specific environment. Anyway, knock 'em dead, kidda!!! For the time being, then, we will have missed you growing, And we'll have missed you crying, And we’ll have missed you laugh...

What can I say in conclusion? Maybe, just an appeal to Him:

Take him up and hold him gently, raise him up and hold him high.

Alas, being an agnostic I do not really believe in Him. Perhaps, it would be more appropriate for me to issue another appeal:

Dear beautiful future! Please don’t be cruel to that really talented lad! We need his in-div-id-u-al-i-ty.

The Finale

Whatever, reader, your reaction,
And whether you be foe or friend,
I hope we part in satisfaction...
As comrades now. Whatever end
You may have sought in these reflections -
Tumultuous, fondly recollections,
Relief from labours for a time,
Live images, or wit in rhyme,
Or maybe merely faulty grammar
God grant that in my careless art,
For fun, for dreaming, for the heart...
For raising journalistic clamour -
You've found at least a crumb or two.
And so lets part; farewell... adieu!

(From "Eugene Onegin" by Alexander Pushkin)

Finish!

P.S. Perhaps, a comment to the last paragraph of Part 4 will be helpful. That "appeal to Him" refers to the excerpt from M&M cited in the end of Part 2. The line “Beautiful future! Don’t be cruel to me” (in transliterated Russian: “Prekrasnoe daleko! Ne budj ko mne zhestoko”) is from the refrain of a very popular children’s song. This song is known to everyone in Russia - I believe that during the last 20 years every Russian child had a chance to sing it. I am not sure there is an English version of it. However, let me give a reference to a recent non-canonical version of this song (which unexpectedly became a big hit on the Russian Internet last autumn) – it is performed in Latin by young soloists of the Catholic chorus from Siberia; perhaps, in such a form it is easier for English speaking people to appreciate it.

Mirabile futurum, ne esto mihi durum,
Ne esto mihi durum, ne esto durum.
Origine ex pura ad optimum futurum,
Ad optimum futurum iam nunc egressus sum.


I hope those who download that MP3 file ( http://www.binetti.ru/artes/poesia/mirabile_futurum.mp3 ) (3 minutes, 4M) will not be disappointed – this is a beautiful melody resonating with the spirit of our story.

Another interesting reference by association:
Russian figure skater Ilia Kulik (winner of 1998 Olympics): Gershvin's Rhapsody In Blue (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxLRBysvu5g)

P.P.S. I am very grateful to Ellen Rolland who had corrected quite a few my mistakes in English grammar and usage. She has also kindly permitted me to attach here her original drawing and poem which probably express the same sentiments - but in a more concise and beautiful form.




Last Show

The young man, boy no more, stands on the stage
Looking at the empty darkened house.
The crowd is gone; the show is done.
This place, his home, a home no more.

He hears a quiet voice call from the wings,
“Time to go, lad. Party to attend.”

Feeling something wet upon his cheek,
He wipes away a single tear
And steps into the future.

--Ellen Rolland


The author would like to thank the following guys for their contribution:




The photos are mainly from



References

"Oliver Taylor in BETM: the Dossier - News, Articles, Interviews, Reviews from Press and Internet" (168 pages): http://www.pasko.org/box/OllyTaylorInBETM_Dossier_VA_v3.pdf

A collection of selected reviews of Oliver Taylor's BETM shows: http://valchess.livejournal.com/116916.html
"A Tale of Four Billys": http://valchess.livejournal.com/118653.html

Oliver Taylor's Wikipedia article

Billy Elliot the Forum ("Olly Taylor" thread): http://billyelliottheforum.me.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?f=43&t=43
Friends of Billy Elliot the Musical: Forum ("Oliver Taylor" thread): http://www.friendsofbilly.com/FriendsF/viewtopic.php?f=163&t=759
"Bright Future For British Ballet" (Fonteyn Nureyev Young Dancers Competition 2006): http://www.youngdancers.org.uk/History/PastYears/default.phuse

Interviews:
"Meet the Boys: Oliver Taylor plays Billy" (from the BETM official site): http://www.billyelliotthemusical.com/billy_text_open_OLIVER.swf (June 2007)
"Ask the Billys of Billy Elliot": http://london.broadway.com/ask_a_star/id/3007814 (June 2007)
"Devon's Billy Elliot" (BBC Radio): http://www.bbc.co.uk/devon/content/articles/2007/08/09/billy_elliot_feature.shtml
(complete audio record of BBC interview: http://www.bbc.co.uk/devon/realmedia/entertainment/billy_elliot.ram ) (August 2007)
"Ask Billy: Olly answers fans' questions": http://blog.askbilly.info/ (June 2009)

YouTube audio clips:
"The Stars Look Down" (live audio with some BBC footage): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vl6KQx8Jap4
"The Letter" (slideshow with live audio): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogzxWbB6ppc
"Expressing yourself" (with Ryan Longbottom, slideshow with live audio record, Last Night 1 Dec 2007): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1UfGd5mDVE
"Electricity" (live audio with some BBC footage): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1X1WCWpDlI
"The Letter Reprise & farewell to Michael" (slideshow with live audio, Last Night 1 Dec 2007): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGGP3G1NB48

Vimeo video clip:
"Oliver Taylor in Billy Elliot's Finale" (Last Night 1 Dec 2007): http://vimeo.com/48760129

"Take a Bow: Ollie Dancing Feet" (BBC documentary): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9ClYry-JIo

"Billy Elliot the Musical at the BAFTAs 60th Birthday Party" (5 Nov 2007): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3FxC0jGzMc

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valchess
valchess
Англофил
Сб, 26 янв, 2008 21:40 (UTC)

Буду - для скорости - отвечать все-таки на русском.

Я на этот текст смотрю сам с удивлением. Я работал над ним очень серьезно (благо, время было - в отпуске и болея). Однако, результат меня не удовлетворил - показался мне весьма претенциозным. К тому же я понимал, что там достаточное количество грамматических ошибок, которые сами по себе не позволят читателю воспринимать написанное адекватно. К тому же, у меня не было уверенности, что я достаточно чувствую язык для выражения весьма тонких материй. Ну, я и решил его не обнародывать. Однако, мои "заказчики" с Форума имели другое мнение. Эллен первой прочитала текст и заверила меня, что он требует достаточно элементарного редактирования. Она профессиональный преподаватель английского. Ее правка в основном касалась артиклей и корректного использования времен (я ведь склонен к длинным сложносочиненным предложениям, с которыми в этом смысле трудно справиться, даже зная правила). Еще она предложила использовпть заменить несколько слов на более подходящие. Вроде и не так много было исправлено, но текст, я считаю, преобразился. Хотя отзывы на том же Форуме (плюс я получил некоторое количество "private messages") все-равно меня удивили со всеми этими "beautiful piece of writing".

Возможно, разгадка в том, что я позволил себе большую "openness" (аналогичную той, о которой речь в тексте). Раскрылся. Мой обычный (и сознательно принятый) стиль в жж - это сухая фактологическая аналитика. Здесь же материал требовал эмоций, личной интонации, стиля, наконец. Странно, что этого, судя по всему, удалось достичь на языке, который я как следует не чувствую.

P.S. Мне удалось припомнить только один случай "our - rather sharp - disagreements" - когда мы разошлись в оценке сочинений некоего украинского писателя-историка.


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sherlock7
sherlock7
sherlock7
Вс, 27 янв, 2008 07:18 (UTC)

Буду - для скорости - отвечать все-таки на русском

S- Можно и на русском, естественно.

Вроде и не так много было исправлено, но текст, я считаю, преобразился.

S- Я, разумеется, могу судить только о конечном продукте...

все-равно меня удивили со всеми этими "beautiful piece of writing".

S- ...который и отвечает данному определению.

Возможно, разгадка в том, что я позволил себе большую "openness" (аналогичную той, о которой речь в тексте). Раскрылся

S- Не возможно, а определённо
"Just be yourself" - не так ли? :-)

Странно, что этого, судя по всему, удалось достичь на языке, который я как следует не чувствую

S- Ну и вера в себя отнюдь не мешает - чудес ведь не бывает...

Мне удалось припомнить только один случай "our - rather sharp - disagreements" - когда мы разошлись в оценке сочинений некоего украинского писателя-историка.

S- Расхождение в оценке чего-либо - абсолютная норма. Подобное я не стал бы определять прилагательными "кардинальный, резкий".
Речь шла, скорее, о вкусах - в Ваших заметках иногда появляются особи (никак не могу назвать их лицами), о которых в данной - доброй и тёплой - ветке даже упоминать было бы кощунством...


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valchess
valchess
Англофил
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:25 (UTC)

Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:48 pm

-----------------------------------
Previosly (17/12/2007):

VaRus wrote:
Hello,...

I have my own blog titled "Albion and Beyond: Russian Anglophile's Observations". It is in Russian and it has more than 800 subscribers - mainly from Russia but also from many other countries including some Russians living in UK. My readers are mainly quite serious people - academics, journalists, writers (and a lot of chessplayers!). I am not sure there are members of the Forum who can read Russian. It is a pity for me because - at last I am approaching the point - recently I wrote in my blog two rather long articles on BETM-related subjects...

The second article titled "Young talents and adult spectators: an essay about the nature of theatrical emotions"
( http://valchess.livejournal.com/103544.html ) is much more ambitious: I tried rather hard to find all possible answers the following question: why we adults become so impressed by very young stars? Of course, Oliver's Last Night with those extraordinary emotions provided a perfect basis for my reflections...

So at least now (I dare say) there is a systematic detailed account of Oliver's last night embedded into more general context of young talents development and their relations with adult audience - in Russian which in a sense is rather ironic. If somebody can read Russian - you are very welcome to read and comment! Unfortunately it is beyond me to translate my text into English - my English is not good enough to do it properly. Sorry about that.
Valery

ERinVA wrote:
Welcome to the forum, Valery. I do wish you could translate your articles into English, particularly the second one, as that is a topic which I find extremely interesting... perhaps with a little encouragement from us you might consider giving it a try.

Phooey wrote:
babel fish may help

http://babelfish.altavista.com/

Friar wrote:
I've Babel Fished and saved both articles but as it runs to 11 pages of A4 I will not post it so PM me if you would like them by email.

VaRus wrote:
Please do not do that! You'll get a completely distorted text

BAGPUSS wrote:
I think that a lot of Forum members would be interested in your articles. Would you be able to 'summerise' them in English?

VaRus wrote:
Thanks for your interest. I suspect that in the end you can find my reflections rather trivial as I am actually neophyte who wrote for people who knew little about BETM - whilst you obviously are insiders and have been thinking very deeply about all the related matters for a long time. So maybe it is better to think about my text as an enigmatic Russian piece which just impossible to read...

I will try to post a kind of a brief summary of my main points. Sorry - not now - I am leaving in a few hours to spend a Christmas break in Moscow. Perhaps, in a couple of days.
----------------------------------------------------

VaRus wrote:
Well, not just "a couple of days" but it's more than a month since that my imprudent promise. I am pleased to inform you that I did manage to produce a essay in English loosely based on my Russian text. Its title is:

"Oliver Taylor's Last Night: Rhapsody in Russian Blue".

It is too lengthy (more than 4000 words!) to post it to here. So I have published it in my blog:

http://valchess.livejournal.com/107443.html

My big thanks to Ellen (ERinVA) who not only had reassured me that it was of interest for the Forum members but has corrected quite a few my mistakes in English grammar and usage. She has also kindly permitted me to reproduce there her drawing and poem that express similar sentiments but much more beautifully (and briefly!).

You are very welcome to comment - if you chose to do it there: it is very simple: just click on the icon that is in the bottom (the second one on the left). No registration needed.

Valery


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Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:31 (UTC)

shadowchaser (Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:06 pm):

Wow!!! Thank you so much.


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:32 (UTC)

JJF</i> (Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:13 pm):

What a beautiful piece of work the article is. Well thought out, very analytical.


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:38 (UTC)

hecouldshine (Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:17 pm):

That was beautiful writing. I wish I could write in my native tongue of English as well as you write in your "not very good" English!!

Thank you.


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:40 (UTC)

anita85 (Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:29 pm):

great writing Varus, thanks for sharing....it was a nice reading


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:42 (UTC)

jabka (Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 8:02 pm):

Thanks Varus, very interesting to read an article from a totally different perspective.

Olly really is a star, and that show was very memorable, reading that brought it all back.

Sounds like young Oliver Taylor left a lasting impression on you as much as he did me, and all those other people lucky enough to see his portrayal of Billy.

Thank you for sharing your work with us.


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:46 (UTC)

BAGPUSS</i> (Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 2:36 pm):

Now that is what I call a review! It was a very analytical and insightful assessment of both the audience and actor and thank you Varus for taking the time and having the patience to translate your treatise into English.
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mike


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:48 (UTC)

jacob (Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:28 pm):

Thank you very much Varus for your perceptive and literary 'Rhapsody in Russian Blue.'

Would a 13 year old Mikhail be bullied in a Russian School because he wanted to be a ballet dancer do you think?


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valchess
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Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:54 (UTC)

VaRus (Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 11:53 pm):

Of course, it may depend on many circumstances, but generally I think such bulling is rare. Dancing has always been considered as a cool and prestigious activity for children and teenagers in Russia. Competitions to get a place in top ballet school are incredibly high. Personally - many years ago - I spent 5 years dancing in children dance studio in a small provincial town (it was not exactly ballet - rather folk dancing but training was with a lot of ballet elements) - do not remember any problems of such kind.


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:49 (UTC)

Irishboi (Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 6:52 pm):

Wow! That was wonderful. I hope that the people "in the know" ensure that Olly and his family get a chance to read that.


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valchess
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Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:56 (UTC)

VaRus (Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 3:50 pm):

This is a scary prospect!


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:58 (UTC)

Irishboi (Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 5:42 pm):

Not scary at all. That was the best written Billy Elliot The Musical piece I have seen and I would include professional media in that. I am sure that Olly and his family are as thrilled to have read it as we were.


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:59 (UTC)

bobbyswfla (Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 3:58 pm):

I am betting he has!


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 15:01 (UTC)

Friar (Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 5:08 pm):

His sister is/was a forum member


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 14:51 (UTC)

BillyAddict (Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:44 am):

That is an amazing piece of writing. Congradulations on the quality and thank you so so much for posting it.

I'm almost speechless and certainly wordless!

Brilliant!.


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valchess
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Пт, 14 мар, 2008 15:07 (UTC)

VaRus (Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:52 pm):

Once again I am here with info about my essay. A number of people told me that it can be wholly appreciated only by those who like the Forum members know a lot about both the show and Olly. So I decided to add an introductory section to it titled "Who are you, Mr. Taylor?". Hopefully now this my article gets its final form and has become more sef-contained and accessible. Once more thanks to all who found time to read it.
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Valery


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 15:09 (UTC)

ERinVA (Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:48 pm):

Good addition, Valery. It should help your readers unfamiliar with the show to get a good sense of who Olly is and why he is so special.
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Ellen


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 15:47 (UTC)

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<i><b><Billy Whiz</b></i> (Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:28 pm):

Your essay was beautifully written and you should be proud of yourself


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(Anonymous)
Пт, 14 мар, 2008 15:49 (UTC)

deebeeeff (Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 1:12 am):

Yes, it was.
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Uncle Dave


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valchess
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Вс, 25 май, 2008 13:23 (UTC)
From Taylors

Hi,

Sorry this is so late but we haven''t had email access for a while. We just wanted to say that your piece on Oliver is a wonderful tribute to him and we have copied it off for him - a fantastic keepsake. There are quite accurate observations within it! We have enjoyed watching the videos; it is good for him to have the male role models as he is the only boy of a certain balletic standard in his dance school and he is continuing with his dance at the moment.

Many thanks again.

Kathryn & Olly.


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valchess
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Ср, 10 июн, 2009 22:41 (UTC)
Postcard from Taylors

Dear Valery,

Many thanks for the revised article you sent us - fantastic! As I said before, it will be wonderful at jogging the memory when time has faded it!!

Kathryn & Olly

31 March 2009


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(Anonymous)
Вт, 28 июл, 2009 21:23 (UTC)

Thank you so much for your kind words on my blog. I hope you will keep reading it, i put about 2 new posts a week. I have just finished reading yours. It is lovely, and realy stired up some emotions. I was really feeling what you were writing and was ecspecially touched when you mentioned the "bye ryan" "yeah bye olly" bit, it bought a tear to my eye. A fantastic piece of work Valerey, it was a delight to read. Thank you.

Gareth x


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valchess
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Ср, 20 янв, 2010 23:23 (UTC)

From Friends of Billy Elliot the Musical: Forum ("Oliver Taylor" thread):

rashasha1 on Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:04 am

the famous author of the Ollie Last Night post.....wowee

VaRus on Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:54 am

This is unexpectedly flattering - even if, dear rashasha1, you are being sarcastic...

rashasha1 on Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:51 am

OH! Not sarcastic at all! I am being dead serious! I remember signing up for the various forums when i first even heard about BETM and then eventually getting to this manifesto about a last night show of a billy and I was floored! It made me want to see the show even more and to this day, I still anxiously await to see a show where the Billy sings the letter with as much emotion as you described!

VaRus on Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:20 pm

My turn to say "OH" - because your words are generous indeed. Probably, it's better for me to be self-sarcastic (if I may say so in English) in this situation...

Well, if I am being "dead serious" then I would say that I do not believe that there will ever be show more emotional than Oliver's Last Night. Actually the main idea of my text is as follows: the emotions of such a scale and impact (both on stage and in the audience!) can be generated only when they are naturally appearing from the very core of the show reflecting its ultimate meaning - not just because some performers able to expertly cry on the stage are finishing their run. In Oliver's case everything was in place: on the one hand - a very sensitive (to feel really deep emotions) and charismatic (to effectively convey those emotions to the public) performer; on the other hand - a very distinctive and specific interpretation of the role with not just sad but tragic overtones. It was juxtaposition of these two factors multiplied by farewell specifics of the show (in addition Oliver had to go at the peak of his abilities - well before outgrowing the role) that resulted in that memorable and unique effect.

I do not believe that we will see another similar interpretation because for me (after seeing 8 other Billys) it looks like to be one-of-a-kind "experimental" one - actually changing "the normal" positive (and politically charged) show's message. It's too complex and ambivalent for a populist mainstream show. At least, this is my theory, and I don't think it will be easy to disprove it.

Sorry for such a long and vague post - I probably should disappear for another ten months...


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Вс, 31 окт, 2010 11:36 (UTC)

Вроде бы внимательно читал, но не понял


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(Anonymous)
Пн, 17 янв, 2011 07:49 (UTC)
painter 11

Cool article. No surprises that Google was number 1…


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(Anonymous)
Вт, 18 янв, 2011 06:51 (UTC)
provides access

Wow this was doubtlessly one of the most effective posts I've had the chance to view on the subject so far. I do not know where you gather up all your info but up! I'm gong to send a few folks your way to take a look at this post.


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(Anonymous)
Сб, 4 май, 2013 17:36 (UTC)

Hi, do you know what he is doing now? No info about him at the BETM forum - why? Have you been in touch with him?

Btw, quite a few your links to videos do not work.


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valchess
valchess
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Ср, 15 май, 2013 20:59 (UTC)

Thanks for drawing my attention to bad links - it's been a while since I checked them. It looks like that BBC asked Youtube to remove videos...

As to Oliver... As far as I know he is a student at a very good university and given his intelligence (and personality type) I have no doubt that he has an interesting future. Last time I heard from him personally was a year ago - but I cannot say anything about that our private exchange... In principle, it would be interesting for me to write a text about "real" Oliver - "Last night" essay" was (as I declared in its beginning - "he is more a character in this essay rather than the real Oliver") in some sense "fiction" as it was based on his performance of the fictional role and my interpretation of it in a broad cultural context. I believe I could write about him (even without detailed knowledge about his life) but as he is now not a public person, I cannot do it without his approval and participation. He, I think, knows about my interest but for some reason seemed not to be enthusiastic. Although, more likely - he's just living a new kind of life where all that stuff seemingly related to the past means nothing.

Edited at 2013-05-20 19:10 (UTC)


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