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Cast |
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| May |
Ailsa
Oliver |
| Tom |
Ed Dixon |
| Ralph |
Andy
Hodgson |
| Eva |
Janet
Bartle |
| Sarah |
Sharon
Burton |
| Bertha |
Mandy
Timmins |
| Annie |
Val
Howell |
| Arthur |
Terry
Fisher |
| Reggie |
Jack
Rumkee |
| C.S.M Rivers |
Jonathan
Preston |
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Programme
Notes Our Fiftieth Production
was The Accrington Pals,
set during the Great War of 1914-18. The prior
transmission of BBC1’s The Trench which
recreated, as best it could, the experiences of
the Hull Pals and the hardships they endured while
fighting for King and Country, meant that this
conflict was fresh in the public mind. Accrington was the smallest town in England to
raise its own Pals Battalion - eager young
volunteers swept along on a wave of patriotic
fervour, only to die like cattle on the first day
of the Somme. Unimpressed by the official casualty
lists from that debacle, the townswomen surrounded
the mayor of Accrington's house and demanded the
truth: 584 dead or wounded out of nearly 700 men.
This is the background used by playwright Peter
Whelan to tell the fictional story of Tom Hackford,
who light-heartedly marches off to the Western
Front, only to find his idealism shattered by the
realities of war. The play also examines the
trials of the women left behind, who struggle to
come to terms with their new life. All this may
sound horribly bleak and depressing, but the play
is written with warmth, humour and compassion. The First World War will soon pass from living
memory - the last Australian survivor of Gallipoli
was given a state funeral earlier this year - but
hopefully this play and programmes such as The
Trench will ensure the bravery and suffering of
these men will not be forgotten. |
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Unquote It was the most moving
piece of work that I have ever seen (amateur or
professional). The scene in the trench where the men were
sent over the top was horrific and showed what a senseless
waste of life it was Helen
I felt particularly proud to have been part of this
one when friends from another drama group brought along a
friend, who is a professional actor, and all three told us
how impressed they’d been at the standard of the
performances. Compliments always make easy and pleasant
listening, but this kind of praise from someone "in the
biz" makes it all the more meaningful Ailsa
I loved playing Sarah - straight talking, salt of
the earth type; even my singing made a reappearance! Our best ever
production Sharon
This was the highlight of my experience with the Chameleon's. It
was a marvellously dramatic play, well performed, directed and supported.
No-one who wasn't there can know the true horror of the trenches
but I think that some idea of the emotion was evoked by this production
Jonathan
Spuds and plums and rats and lice and blood and
muck and tears and Britannia singing to the troops. A memorable production Janet
Immensely moving. Ralph was my favourite part ever Andy
Who could forget Andy's rear end!? Jenny
I'm
not really a child beater! Val |
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"From
Terrace To Trench": The Critics Rave
"This was,
possibly, the best Chameleon production I have ever
seen", enthused the drama critic of the Hull
Advertiser, "filled with pathos and moving to a
heart-breaking conclusion. The performances were universally excellent. As the
womenfolk, Ailsa Oliver, Janet Bartle, Sharon Burton,
Mandy Timmins and Val Howell created an amazing atmosphere
of friendship as they joked, sobbed and teased each other,
creating a real sense of community within grinding
poverty.
As the doomed menfolk, Ed Dixon, Terry Fisher, Andy Hodgson and
Jonathan Preston looked brilliant in their
uniforms, and their final scene in the trenches,
juxtaposed with Janet's patriotic song, was moving
in the extreme. Jack Rumkee shone as Val's
put-upon son, continuously on the wrong end of a beating. The close to capacity audiences came away moved
and touched having been involved in a truly
remarkable theatrical experience".
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The
Audience Won't Notice May's market
stall was built out of old fruit and veg crates,
so after two hours under the stage lights they
positively reeked of rotting cabbage. Even
strategically placed air fresheners failed to
completely clear the pong. The onions went off
pretty rapidly, too. |
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Director's
Commentary I normally cast a (too?) critical eye over the
plays that I direct but on this occasion I have to agree with the comments of
the cast and crew. This was a play that engaged the cast and audience from the
start - Terry said he heard someone in the audience crying when he read his
letter from the trenches - and we didn't have any enforced cast changes to cope
with, either.
It would be invidious to single out any of the cast but I’m going to do it
anyway. May, Eva and Tom could so easily have become simply walking points of
view but Ailsa, Janet and Ed avoided that pitfall and created real and credible
characters. But the human heart and soul of the play was Sarah and Bertha. These
were the finest performances that Sharon and Mandy have ever given. You could
easily believe that they had grown up in the same street and known each other
all their lives. Their grief and anger at the loss of their loved ones was
unbearable. Kudos to Andy for having the balls (ahem!) to do the nude scene David |
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