The Lion in the Meadow and Other Stories
By Margaret Mahy
Adapted by Tim Bray for Tim Bray Productions with songs by Christine White
The Pumphouse Theatre
18 – 30 July 2011 at 10.30am and 1pm
Published on Theatreview
Margaret Mahy has seemingly been around forever.
This isn’t true of course, but it seems that way. Her name is synonymous with quality, quirkiness and enchantment when discussing literature for children, not only in Aotearoa New Zealand but worldwide. I say ‘literature for children’ rather than merely ‘writing’ because Mahy’s work consistently transcends the workaday scratchings of others and will exist forever in those special childhood realms of magic and enchantment.
This isn’t to say that her stories are po-faced and inaccessible, far from it, but simply to remind us that her writings are absolute art despite the age of her youthful audience and a sad lack of academic recognition.
She has been recognised, though, by her peers having received a couple of Carnegie Medals, three Phoenix Awards and the Hans Christian Andersen Award (or ‘Little Nobel Prize’ as it’s known in the bizz) in 2006.
In 1991, the New Zealand Children’s Book Foundation created The Margaret Mahy Medal as an acknowledgement of her contribution to children’s literature (and literacy), she was made a member of the Order of New Zealand in 1993 and in 2009 she was ‘busted’ in bronze as one of the 12 Local Heroes who currently keep a lonely vigil outside the Christchurch Arts Centre where she resides alongside such Kiwi luminaries as Sir Miles Warren, Bill Sutton, Elsie Locke, and Sir Richard Hadlee.
Somewhat younger but also well established, Tim Bray Productions (originally The Central Theatre) was founded by Tim Bray in 1991 and in the subsequent 20 years has produced a rich body of work, some for big people but mostly for the smaller variety. The website (http://www.timbrayproductions.co.nz/) claims that the company presents theatre shows that are enjoyable, original, entertaining and have quality production values. As someone whose association with Tim’s productions, as an audience member, goes back to the halcyon days of Ponsonsby Road and Mothers and Fathers, way back in the dim past when we were all young and beautiful and the theatre was too, I have to say that the values espoused on the website have been consistently adhered to and achieved ~ and without a house style creeping in which has to be a good thing
Tim is a master of partnerships and this common sense approach has seen him link up with The Pumphouse, with songwriter Christine White and with Rhonda and David Armitage (The Lighthouse Keeper’s Lunch), Edward Lear (The Owl and the Pussy Cat), Spike Milligan (Badjelly the Witch), Joy Cowley (Snake and Lizard and Greedy Cat) and, of course, Margaret Mahy (The Man Whose Mother Was a Pirate and Mahy Magic) all of whom have enabled the company to build up a generationally appropriate clientele that has kept the wolf – that staple of kid’s (and adult) theatre – quite literally from the door.
Mahy and Bray, then, are already quite a formidable duo and rightly so as Mahy writes wonderfully performable stories and Bray has a feel for the magic of childhood and a gift for theatrical creation that can only exist in a man who has never truly grown up … and bless him for that!
Tim Bray Productions latest excursion into theatrical – and Mahy – magic is The Lion in the Meadow and other stories and it is immensely satisfying. The other stories in the show are The Witch in the Cherry Tree and Leaf Magic with poems The Reluctant Hero and Footprints in the Snow woven seamlessly – and cleverly – into a single plot line. The whole is adapted by Tim Bray from Mahy’s writing and, as has become customary with this company, there are songs – harmoniously luscious songs – by Christine White, sung unpretentiously by the company and accompanied beautifully by Kristie Addison.
While all three stories featured in a 2004 Tim Bray production of Mahy Magic directed by Lynne Cardy this is a completely new production and why wouldn’t you want to introduce a new generation of young theatregoers to the delights of these three gems. Leaf Magic alone is worth the admission price.
On entry, the audience is greeted by an autumnal, leaf-dappled stage complete with full sized tree and home-made swing. My eight year old guest, when asked what colours he saw, listed browns, tans, chocolate, cream and bronze and reminded me that these were tones, not colours, and to make sure I wrote down what he said correctly. The sum total was backed by a sky cyclorama and solitary cloud (excellent lighting and set both designed by Michael Knapp).
The audience, an integral part of this and any production, is made up of a smattering of wrinklies and a considerable array of under eights and no seat was left unturned. The pre show buzz mostly obliterates the recorded pre show music but no-body cared as this was going to be fun.
As always at The Pumphouse, the FOH staff were efficient and polite and the usherette helpful and friendly. Whether scripted or not (it was impossible to tell), she gathered all the littlies in lion – and other – costumes for an impromptu parade which was, if the applause was anything to go by, a resounding success.
One of the advantages with Margaret Mahy is that almost everyone in the audience already knows the stories. As the lights came up on an actor and a campfire a young voice from in front informed all and sundry that this was ‘David.’
He was correct.
‘The lion will come on soon’ said a voice from the darkness on my left. My guest again.
And so it came to pass. David (Adam Burrell) linked the stories and poems with enthusiastic and skilful ease. He cavorted with a particularly cuddly lion (James Kupa), created all the magic necessary to have everyone, except his lovely Mum (Elizabeth Tierney), believing in the dragon and fashioned about as much fun as is possible between himself, a ball and a large and alarmingly benign feline whose make-up, designed by Natasya Yusoff, was quite superb.
By this time the entire audience were engaged, adults and children alike, and this remained the case for the show’s one hour duration.
Slipping into Leaf Magic was made easy by a skilful adaptation and Bray’s classy direction. Most directors would shy clear of Leaf Magic, the catch-cry of ‘never act with animals, children or miscreant leaves’ ringing in their ears, but not so Bray and his team. They have clearly relished the challenge.
The story is of a child and a leaf that won’t leave him alone. It starts out as fun but rapidly becomes a pain in the proverbial until a piratical, gypsified character called ‘Fish and Chips’ (Lori Dungey) turns up to help. Only Mahy can create characters like this one and they simply defy description. If you don’t believe me, read Mahy’s Green Needles. The character is quite simply out of this world.
Bray and Dungey really understand how these characters function in the Mahy story-telling model and, in the hands of these skilled practitioners, ‘Fish and Chips’ dangles between the mystical and the mundane exactly as Mahy meant it to. There is an outcome to the story but I’m not going to give it away, suffice to say that Gucci (played exquisitely by herself), has something to do with it.
There’s a quite a lot of the English panto tradition in Mahy’s writing and this translates beautifully into this production with quite regular cries of ‘he’s behind you’, some very funny chases, a nice bit of cross-dressing, some very nutty characters and more than a little cooking.
Set between Leaf Magic and the final story is the Mahy poem ‘The Reluctant Hero’ or ‘Footprints (sometimes Barefoot) in the Snow’. If the show has a theme it is contained in this straightforward piece about a boy whose feet won’t stop growing and how his footprints in the snow show that a hero has passed by and all set to music by Christine White. It’s kidpower at its most authoritative and it’s David, not his mother (or the lion, the dragon, the leaf, Fish and Chips or the witch) who’s in absolute command. The young audience clearly understood this and responded to the concept with unqualified gusto.
Mahy has created a surfeit of witches over the years and, in The Witch in the Cherry Tree, she has excelled even herself which suggests some very special magic is afoot with the ingredients for this spell being a mix of normalcy, as embodied by David and his mother, and enchanting eccentricity as provided by Lori Dungey as the witch of the title. Witches and kids are strange bedfellows and, while the littlies love to be alarmed even more than a bit, there is a line beyond which tears and cries of ‘I want to go home now’ very quickly become du jour. Dungey was magnificent. Her witch was everything a witch should be, but she was also daffy and had enough adult frailty for the small ones in her audience to see through the creepy to the just plain dumb and therefore maintain that sublime superiority we all need if we are to transcend our fears. Dungey’s clever – and effective – judgement took her witch to the edge of clown exactly where it should have been.
There was some very smart business, a highly amusing umbrella-go-round, some very cool cake-making and some exceptional magical effects, this latter applying throughout the production and, in particular, to the impishly mischievous leaf. My young companion informed me that ‘evil witches always get what they deserve’ and he was no doubt pleased when this also came to pass. Not that Dungey’s witch was evil, just that, being a witch, there was always just that vague possibility. JP Rowling certainly has a lot to answer for!
In all, a delightful hour spent enjoying Mahy, Bray, The Pumhouse, some extremely charming performances, a bevy of clever effects and a bunch of spirited kids. There’s no doubt magic won the day but with this team working together this was hardly ever in doubt.
After all, where would we be if there was no magic in the world.
dykiegirl 