The Tragedy in Battered Boxing Gloves

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Raymond 'Fight' Beck

Production House: Teatru Malta

Director: Sean Buhagiar

Playwright: Andre' Mangion

10th-18th March 2018

 

 

The concept and plot idea of the play Had first been known to me in passing from its earliest stages. 

 

During rehearsal period of Adam u Eva at St James (which was later performed in October 2016 for Notte Bianca), coming in early to the cafe, I unwittingly got in the middle of a recorded interview between the writer Andre (played Xih at the time) and a young boxer around the same age and from there I got the load down on the play he was working on, writing on. So I was very happy, after 2 years, to have seen it enter the first stage of success: exposure. Being staged in its existence as a Maltese theatre production.

 

 

 

 

The performance area was elevated to a podium transformed back and forth into a boxing ring, reflecting well the foundation of the story for the characters: how they face life in their lifestyle and in life, to fight or flight. 

 

There were a few rap musical intervals over head (literally over my head in my case as we were seated right underneath the area where they were placed) of a rapper beside a DJ, bright lights minimising this figure into a silhouette. 

 

A modern day chorus in figure and style. 

 

 

 

 

As the play progressed, especially the ending I was able to understand and recognise those intervals and as greatly resembling the Greek chorus, and although I couldn't pick up much on what he said, it was clear that the founding style that runs through the plot being moulded into a Greek tragedy. 

 

One seen thus far 

as a literary watermark 

in Arthur Miller's works.

 

I was greatly engrossed in this play, not just by the modern presence of the rapper-chorus, but also the woven plot of the actions and consequences taken by two characters in the play.

 

All the characters were well-formed, well-fleshed. 

 


  

 

 

They were perfectly chiseled archetypes in their own right, and without props present - for there were very few - they set up the scenes, all maintained stance, including the character played by Hector Bruno whom we haven't seen on local stages for quite a while. His character Il-Lover (constantly pronouncing the sport as 'books-ing') and his buddy Il-Grillu (Jesmond Tedesco Triccas) proved to be the comic reliefs in the play, very well executed, the theatre fools - not an insult! and regular Joes seen at most kazins.

 

 

I was drawn to the plot 'cause boxing as a subject is rarely ventured, 

and the pieces reflecting the topic 

and forming the overall play set in place 

and remained stable in showing the reality of the lifestyle of these sportsmen: 

 

the training, 

the personal life of the boxers 

and those closest to them, 

the manipulation when rigging the games nudges its ugly head into the plot . . .

 

 

Especially the manipulation from the politician and father of the current champ Dyson Cumbo (Davide Tucci), fixated on getting Il-Gustuz's (Zep Camilleri) kazin for his own financial benefits. His sleeziness was clear and greasy (and that's complimenting Peter Galea's performance) in offering a bargain that was obviously one-sided to the owner and who's also coach to the titular character (John Montanaro). Like he was gonna lose much in not going up for election that particular year - come on!

 

Boxing within this theatre plot proved that any theme and topic can be ventured, and it wasn't intended to solely direct those who were active in the sport or that only men would enjoy the performance and story - as a storyteller and story lover I was most intrigued.

 

I would have appreciated that in the story, the woman in the ring, while it is true that they are present as such in every match,  wasn't just for show, just to look pretty in holding up "Round" cards or boards (upside down at one point) in fight scenes. She did shadow one of the boxers' moves and punches as a form of devised choreography. 

 

Kim Dalli's character as Blair Darmanin  was strong, even proved the chosen sacrifices faced when your boyfriend's life revolves around the sport (who also, in greek tragedy terms, was as much the tragic figure as her killer in letting her flaw turn against her - catharsis? - and sign her death certificate), so I'm not saying there was strong-weak portrayals - not at all! 

And there's nothing wrong with women not boxing, as much as women choosing family life over a career. What I am saying is that when a woman was in the ring, it wasn't to box or represent women who do box in various styles, but to look nice - in use of a better word. 

 

Would appreciate a story one day of a female character boxing cos she loves the sport, perhaps even hides a past and angst to her choice - just brainstorming I CALL DIBS! - without the whole mockery that women who are meek are weak . . . 

(ugh - hate that statement!).

 

 

What I MOST definitely didn't appreciate was the use of REAL cigarettes during the performance. 

 

 

Clearly different styles of theatre were ventured 

and moulded into the piece in matter of sight, sound,  slow motion. 

If I knew the practitioner they turned to I would mention them.

 

 

But having an actor in character - I remembered it was Il-Grillu - smoking a cigarette  onstage to 'venture' the sense of smell - and a strong smelling brand at that! - was an absolute downright NO! Couldn't breathe because of my allergy AND I wasn't the only one coughing. Just as they put warning signs outside the theatre on use of strobe lights, the same needed to be so for this. Even as a small side note. 

 

I'm not fixating or joking or nicky-picky. I want to enjoy a theatre production and appreciate the end result of a persevering creative process, not feel like a health minority. And this smoking scene wasn't once but more than four times - and this isn't intended to insult Sean the director or Andre the playwright. Even I - with or without strong allergies - would take that into consideration.

 

Space was blank as a canvas, extended to four walk on platforms at the corners, and balcony was used for rapper chorus and as balcony, with 4 TV screens overhead the stage-ring.

 

  >>AUDIO INTERVIEW<<

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 I remembered feeling afterwards "I want to write as good as that" and felt i wouldn't write as strong as that  . . . and then the play I was currently working on came to my head, and the helpful advice Brad Birch gave to my uncertainty during the intensive workshop about a month before. The fact that I kept on working on it, writing it, the act itself is the sign that i still believe in it even in its earliest stages, despite the fact that it got rejected in the first session of proposing it to the arts festival i wanted to direct it in. That I didn't leave it just as a shaky synopsis plan, I held on to it without realising i did until a second possibility came about to pick up the sculting tools and worked further to another deadline, as a script.

 

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Throwbacks and the X Factor Epidemic

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Between mulling over how to begin this post and wrestling with the fussy pacing of a grey Persian passing back and forth near my desk, my new turquoise A5 yearly diary sits prominently at the corner of my desk (indirect courtesy of The Flying Tiger), making me ponder of the type of year I had since I last wrote in this blog.

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Aside from making sure to any genuine readers that I am not dead, I feel the need to get back to writing both for inspiration's sake, be it this blog or a forthcoming theatre project (as was the reason for my distancing from the blog I am happy to report), and for myself. I simply enjoy the feel of pages turning in a journal, almost as much as the rapidity of the laptop keyboard, which my hands subconsciously makes no difference in rhythm to a piano piece.

 

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I need to get back to the gym. Writing-wise. So pardon in advance for my rusty style.

 

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I am resolved - not forcibly 'cause it's another start of a New Year -  to get back into writing in this blog. The dictatorial mundane sight of people half drooling over their phones on FB or whatever has really made me itch to recap a few certain events that is worth sharing and reflecting on.  As well as vent & rewind in my mental memory bank a slight dose of the X Factor hype a few weeks ago. More a little later.

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The certain events I was glad to have been a part of, and which aided me further to develop as an artist, I officially dub and label as Throwback Theatre - lacks originality, but beats the lack of effort. Mostly pending posts or theatre productions I have seen and been in. Won't need to be exactly in chronological order, just random enough to place personal footnotes alongside each. Copyright © Diandra A. 2019

 

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A few weeks ago I was able to aid MADC alongside others as Front of House to their latest panto Jack and the Beanstalk, written and directed by my good friend Malcolm (had the pleasure to work with him before in a period play, feel free to linger shortly here). 

 

The antics people bring along for each night in my attempt to distribute the programmes are countless, enough to want to write up a satirical sketch on them one day. There really are 'types' one faces on this end of the theatre, but thankfully the upsides were the surprises I found able to form in making people smile with an unexpected joke . . . and the liberty to watch the panto one night amidst the more vast selection of seats. Missed seeing the last night - Prank Night to some laymen out there, but still a Win-win sitch.

 

Another bonus was going backstage before shows and snuggle up in one or two dressing rooms equipped with a heater over one side. It wasn't just keeping from the cold that enticed me to come backstage; simply put, one doesn't need to explain the need to be in her home environment. 

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I was a bother to no one, 

caught up with friends, 

made a few more . . . 

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and along the way I saw and heard first hand  

what affect the Prime of X Factor was having 

both in that venue and to the production people of MADC.

 

For starters, the venue. I confess to have got myself lost one night, in trying to get to a shortcut to the panto area without having to walk all around in the cold. I ended up in a near empty tent, which turned out to be the official area where X Factor Malta would be broadcasted. 

 

Best way to describe it? Out of that WHOOOLE Massive space - which was used previously for Michael McIntyre's tour - only about 20% of that space was stage, seating and dressing rooms. AND the seating was just three, angled, elevated podiums for the seats, 

and the stage quality was . . . eh!  

 

(Cliche' of TV making things look twice the size fits snuggly for this).

 

This was also responsible - in my opinion - of the confusion on the audience trying to get to see the panto; because the usual entrance area was blocked due to X Factor and panto entrance had to be someplace else (i.e. just next door), it brought many late-comers AND exasperation on both ends. 

 

To be fair, there was word going round on both ends that they couldn't see the signs and possibly didn't think ahead on parking; I will not pretend to know the whole details on that situation, but this slight move caused a little confusion for me to find.

Then the behind-the-scene effects of the show 

on MADC panto revealed themselves in: 

missing doors, 

missing mirrors, 

the leisure of one soundman (I think) coming over from X-land 

to MADC to slowly and casually fill up a kettle, 

from the water cooler belonging to MADC. 

The occasional 'volume' 

coming from their dress rehearsal booming over to our neck of the woods, 

vibrating the wooden compartments acting as dressing rooms, 

that acted as temporary back massages.

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On the penultimate show, 

 

vibrating, 

 

ad nauseum . . . .

 

 

 

Boom -

 WaAHHH AH AH AH AH!

 

 

 

- introducing with the soundtrack from The Greatest Showman, apparently someone's entrance wasn't satisfactory and had to start AGAIN! Invoking a Panto ensemble member to comment, "They think they are the greatest show?!?". 

 

A message I really want to give to all this at this point. This particular retelling isn't based on cynicism, and I enjoy The Greatest Showman, songs and all. On both be assured. I would encourage my sibling to give the contest a shot. 

 

But the one message is this: 

 

if you propose to emphasize the importance of being professional to newcomers to music, to the arts in general, if your main priority is to BE professional, please, show it OFFSTAGE as WELL as in public. 'Cause what I later heard happened during the penultimate night was beyond unprofessional. It was plain disrespectful.  

 

One MADC member in charge of production went to X Factor soundpeople, 

asked once, twice to put the volume down. 

 

Nada.

   

Ziltch.

 

COMPLETELY ignored her. 

 

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Then another production member, tougher than the first and understandably annoyed (in use of a better word), went straight to sound person in charge of the controls and straight out pointed their disturbance towards panto going on AT THAT MOMENT! 

Man: (half squeeking) Eee, sorry sorry sorry 

 

No joke, when I was watching panto that evening, from where I was sitting there were such sound interference going on a few times during the show, and I hated to think what it was like for them on final night (as X Factor rehearsals were to go on till midnight).

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What annoyed me personally the most, was that all the fuss and noise and interference and lack of respect going on before that Sunday, was all for a semi final! I mean good grief, panto has been going on longer and EVERYONE knows that final show would be on a certain date in January.  X Factor Malta is still a baby - the lack of professionalism really revealed itself when they ought to have set the date of that semi-final - or start of a final 'cause it seemed to be in stages - when panto was done. 

 

Need I say again it caused so much problems?

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*Gentle Exhale*

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 As I said, the venting isn't based on cynicism, 

isn't to pick a fight

or to discourage anyone who enjoys X Factor Malta. 

 

 

My retelling, 

based on what I heard in passing 

and saw in my 'snuggle-home times' 

in the dressing rooms, 

is to point towards the need to see this: 

 

the main priority for any artist -whatever their artistic vocation - is to respect other artists.  Keep community alive.


That is an ethic I personally adopt 

and try to act upon as a person and an artist. 

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It is an ethic X Factor didn't act upon. 

 

If X Factor is truly rooted in encouraging and aiding new artists in music, they need to teach it in their actions towards others. Might sound simplistic, but the simple is what grounds any person and their common sense.

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Till next post folks!


 

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