East Lynne

by Brian J Burton

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Hull Film Theatre
June 22-24 1989

The definitive Victorian melodrama adapted from the classic novel by Mrs Henry Wood. Lady Isabel Vane abandons her home to run away with slimy villain Sir Francis Levison only to return years later, disguised as a governess to utter the immortal line “Dead, and never called me Mother!”

Dramatis Personae

Archibald Carlyle Mr David Burton
Isabel Carlyle Miss Sharon Rogers
Cornelia Carlyle Miss Ailsa Oliver
Lord Mountsevern Mr David Barber
Barbara Hare Miss Joanne Brown
Richard Hare Mr Glenn Webster
Sir Francis Levison Mr Raymond Rumkee
Joyce Hallijohn Mrs Valerie Howell
Wilson Mrs Lynne Goodare

Directed by Ray Rumkee
Sir Francis tries to prevent Isabel from bursting into song

Was I In That One?  Richard Wood of Tomb With A View fame rejoined us but, getting a job in Leeds, dropped out again without even making the stage and was replaced by the Mighty Webbo. The appropriately named Lynne was a backstage bod and we borrowed Joanne from Kirkella ADS.

We Don't Want To Peak Too Early  In order to take some publicity photos we erected part of the set on Betty’s patio. On the hottest Sunday of the year. Ray’s peculiar shiny forehead had more to do with sunburn than make-up. Naturally, Dave Barber found the only spot of shade in the garden and stayed there all day, reading his paper.

Quote, Unquote  A ripping melodrama full of villains, damsels in distress and virtuous heroes Ray
Ray was deliciously slimy as the villain, Dave Barber was in his element as the spluttering peer and the girls looked brilliant in their frocks. Sharon had to sing (!) and I just had to sit there listening with an expression of vacuous contentment on my face (harder than it looked)
David
Big frocks, rehearsing in brilliant sunshine in Betty's back garden. And THE SONG
Sharon
I remember dreading sitting down in a crinoline in case it flew upwards, and trying to manoeuvre round backstage wearing a dress as big as a house
Ailsa

Boiling in Betty’s garden

The Critics Rave  There was a new newspaper in town, a weekly called the Haltemprice Herald which devoted TWO PAGES to amateur drama and arrived just in time to review East Lynne, describing the play as "an epic production, splendidly performed, with splashes of repartee and slapstick". Ailsa was singled out as "a convincing nagging witch" while the rest of us gave "believable performances". Perhaps wisely, it didn't mention Sharon’s singing.

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