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| | | Constable painting of Waterloo Bridge 'transformed' by conservation work | | by Harriet Sherwood Arts and culture correspondent Apr 29, 2022 | | National Trust puts artist’s largest work on display at Anglesey Abbey in Cambridgeshire after removal of yellowed varnish Layers of yellowed varnish have been painstakingly removed from a John Constable painting of Waterloo Bridge to reveal new detail of the early 19th-century Thames skyline and a bright blue sky. The painting – the largest created by Constable – had been dramatically transformed by the conservation treatment, said Sarah Maisey, a senior remedial conservator for paintings at the National Trust, which undertook the work. Continue reading... | | | | | The Misfortune of the English review – a stinging exploration of boyhood and patriotism | | by Miriam Gillinson Apr 29, 2022 | | Orange Tree theatre, London Based on real events, Pamela Carter’s drama follows British schoolchildren on a walking tour in prewar Nazi Germany What started out as a bit of fun is beginning to turn ugly. The jokes are waning. The cold is starting to bite. It’s 1936 and 27 boys from a school in south London are on a walking tour of the Black Forest in Nazi Germany. By the end of Pamela Carter’s new play, which is inspired by true events, five of them will be dead. How? Why? And what might we learn?
Director Oscar Toeman keeps the tone so light in the opening scenes that, much like the boys and their schoolmaster, you won’t realise this is a tragedy until much too late. Dressed in uniforms as crisp as their accents, three of the youngest students talk eagerly about representing their school and country. Lyons is excited about cake. Eaton is excited about everything. And Harrison has a fact, a motto and song for just about every scenario. Played respectively by Matthew Tennyson, Vinnie Heaven and Hubert Burton, they pull on our sympathies without ever tipping over into sentimentality. The students are brave but vulnerable, likable but not always nice. With chests puffed out, they talk about breathing in great gulps of “foreign air” with a mixture of arrogance and naivety that makes us wincingly love the boys they are, but fear for the men they might become. Continue reading... | | | | | |
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