A series of no-brainers led to the belated rebirth of Alan Bennett's seminal TV monologues series "Talking Heads" in the era of the pandemic. After a quick whip-round and you get some of the finest British actors of the modern era and reduced production crews almost doing a "greatest hits" run through on the hauntingly empty sets of Eastenders.
So - not much new here materialwise and mainly of interest for a series of powerful performances - only some cod northern accents spoil the fun but no one is below excellent and I was particularly moved by both Jodie Comer and Tamsin Greig. The best is still undoubtedly the evergreen Lady of Letters performed by the superlative Imelda Staunton. Of the two "new" ones written in 2019, An Ordinary Woman is rather too disturbingly incestuous to even be engaging and The Shrine is unexpectedly touching and majestically done by Monica Dolan. They hardly feel out of step with the originals, either way.
In British culture the Alan Bennett monologue is a well-trodden presentation - and the sparse magnetism and sharp writing is dulled somewhat by how chokingly regimented the single-person narratives have to be. The very slow zoom. The sitting down and fondling a teacup. Those constant fades to black. It's difficult to make it seem or feel dynamic and in the era of experimental TV anthologies like Inside No. 9 or Room 104 settling in for half an hour of stiff theater can be rather tedious.
However - given the times we are in, no-brainer or not, it does feels very apt and in these loooong barely edited performances you do get to really appreciate just how skilled these actors are, it's just a shame the majority aren't the first ones to read it.
So - not much new here materialwise and mainly of interest for a series of powerful performances - only some cod northern accents spoil the fun but no one is below excellent and I was particularly moved by both Jodie Comer and Tamsin Greig. The best is still undoubtedly the evergreen Lady of Letters performed by the superlative Imelda Staunton. Of the two "new" ones written in 2019, An Ordinary Woman is rather too disturbingly incestuous to even be engaging and The Shrine is unexpectedly touching and majestically done by Monica Dolan. They hardly feel out of step with the originals, either way.
In British culture the Alan Bennett monologue is a well-trodden presentation - and the sparse magnetism and sharp writing is dulled somewhat by how chokingly regimented the single-person narratives have to be. The very slow zoom. The sitting down and fondling a teacup. Those constant fades to black. It's difficult to make it seem or feel dynamic and in the era of experimental TV anthologies like Inside No. 9 or Room 104 settling in for half an hour of stiff theater can be rather tedious.
However - given the times we are in, no-brainer or not, it does feels very apt and in these loooong barely edited performances you do get to really appreciate just how skilled these actors are, it's just a shame the majority aren't the first ones to read it.