2022, we hardly knew ye. Don’t know what I mean by that. Anyway, let’s get this done.
Top 3 theatre
It’s not been what I’d call a vintage year for student theatre in Cambridge, not that I’ve gone to a huge amount of it. I loathed one production so intensely that I left at the interval, which I don’t think I’ve ever done before. But the Marlowe Society’s BME Much Ado about Nothing in March had a lot to recommend it: colour, pace, and some beautiful speaking from among others Naphysa Awuah (Beatrice), Louella Lucas (Hero), Joy Adeogun (Don Pedro), and particularly Marie-Ange Camara (Leonato). Company in June was very good, with a large and polished band playing the original Jonathan Tunick orchestrations (even ‘Tick Tock’, too often omitted). Maddie Smith, veteran of a few ADC musicals, stole the show as Amy, and I lament that her Cambridge theatre career was so Covid-affected. I’d have liked to see her in other things. Ashley Cooper’s Joanne and Emilia Grace’s Marta were also excellent, especially vocally. Best of all was Our Generation (NT Dorfman), Alecky Blythe’s sprawling verbatim play about a bunch of diverse teenagers. Puppy-doggish Conor Gormally as Belfast Thatcherite Callum, sweet Joe Bolland as public schoolboy Lucas, Rachelle Diedericks (also a fine Mary Warren in The Crucible later in the year) as studious Ierum … but it’s invidious to single out individuals from an impeccable ensemble cast. It was just lovely to watch young people being brilliant. Here’s to more of that in 2023.
Top 3 new films
On the subject of young people being brilliant… Try Harder! is everything you’d want from a documentary, a portrait of five San Francisco high school pupils applying to college, initially unassuming, presently gripping. By the end I was punching the air. And if you’re in the UK you can watch it on iPlayer! Joanna Hogg’s The Souvenir: Part II is one of the best films about filmmaking I’ve seen, and will surely grow in impressiveness with future viewings. Best till last: Charlotte Wells’ debut feature Aftersun, with Paul Mescal and Frankie Corio giving stunning performances as a young father and his daughter on holiday in Turkey in the late 1990s. A true cinematic love story. I see I’ve chosen three female-directed films in a year whose Sight and Sound poll saw a sea change in terms of diversity. When I next revise my own top films list, I’ll be surprised if Aftersun isn’t on it.
Top 3 old films
My knowledge of Italian Neorealism is sketchy, I watch a new one every few years and then forget about it, but Fellini’s I Vitelloni, a story of five friends and their preoccupations, is one I may remember, really beautiful and beautifully real. Elsewhere in the world, Abbas Kiarostami’s Koker Trilogy, consisting of Where Is the Friend’s House?, And Life Goes On, and Through the Olive Trees, and becoming more self-referential and kaleidoscopic with each film, was a delight, full of the quietly pulsating human feeling that, who knows why, seems so often to be the natural province of Iranian filmmakers. The film that made the greatest impression on me all year was perhaps Streetwise, Martin Bell’s 1984 documentary about street kids in Seattle. As with Try Harder! you find yourself caring very deeply about its subjects, falling in love almost. Parts of it are unbearably, overwhelmingly sad. It’s a hard world for little things, but attention must be paid.
Top 3 live music
Anyone who saw or (raises hand) was in the 2004 student production of Britten’s Peter Grimes in St Giles’s Church, Cambridge, starring tiny Allan Clayton as Grimes, will have had no doubt that he’d sing the role at the Royal Opera House eventually. This March he finally did, and I went twice. He’s the embodiment of Grimes, of course, but Bryn Terfel made Balstrode coherent in a way I hadn’t seen before, and Jacques Imbrailo and Catherine Wyn-Rogers among others were class. The aerialist too was a lovely touch. It was great to see Simon Rattle and the LSO doing Weill at the Barbican in April. My beloved Sieben Todsünden with Magdalena Kožená was beautifully done, but so were the smaller items. Andrew Staples singing ‘Lonely House’, just sumptuous. And I was moved to see the Emerson Quartet make a belated Cambridge debut on their farewell tour, playing Beethoven and Shostakovich. They played as a single organism, it felt superhuman. Honourable mentions: Imogen Cooper, Artur Pizarro playing Albéniz’s Iberia, Stephen Hough, Salome (ROH), and a super Dizzy Gillespie gig earlier this month at the Marylebone Theatre by a NYJO sextet led by Mark Armstrong.
Top 3 books
Sometimes I struggle to find three titles worthy of inclusion here; this year it’s been a struggle to get it down to three. So, to pick three titles arbitrarily from a longlist of about twenty: Evan S. Connell’s novel of early 20th-century housewifery Mrs Bridge, which should be much more widely known in the UK (its sequel Mr Bridge is scarcely less good); Lewis Grassic Gibbon’s trilogy A Scots Quair, set at the same time as Mrs Bridge but a world away, though it’s also full of life and pity; and My Phantoms by Gwendoline Riley, which I enjoyed so much that I read it again a few months later, a recovery rate unprecedented in my adult life. Honourable mentions to Some Tame Gazelle and Jane and Prudence (Barbara Pym), The Nickel Boys (Colson Whitehead), Earthlings (Sayaka Murata), Tampa (Alissa Nutting), Columbine (Dave Cullen), Lonesome Dove (Larry McMurtry), The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas), The Sleep of Reason: The James Bulger Case (David James Smith), The Death of the Heart (Elizabeth Bowen), Election (Tom Perrotta), Genie: A Scientific Tragedy (Russ Rymer), Riceyman Steps (Arnold Bennett), A God and His Gifts (Ivy Compton-Burnett), Mr. Ives’ Christmas (Oscar Hijuelos), and Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan, all of which I loved. More on all this presently.
Top 3 comedy
It was great to see Tim Key live for the first time in a few years, with his show Mulberry at the Soho Theatre. No one else has his dangerous magnetism. Peter Fleming’s Woefully Inaccurate History of the BBC at the Museum of Comedy was a characteristically funny and poignant tribute to the national broadcaster in her centenary year. A Christmas Carol-ish, also at Soho, was your standard Mr Swallow Christmas show, only with the added bonus of Sarah Hadland singing a manic song about her relationship with her turkey. A good way to end the year.
Top 3 sport
My own Englishness is always a bit half-hearted, but even I was surprised by my underwhelmment at the Lionesses’ triumph in Euro 2022. I think it was because they’d been so impressive, both on and off the pitch, that I ended up feeling it couldn’t have mattered less whether they won the trophy or not. What they achieved was bigger than football, as future years will surely show. So to pick three other highlights: Bazball, Andrea Spendolini-Sirieix, and Chelsea Women winning a very hard-fought WSL on the last day of the season. I do love this Chelsea side. With the men’s team at its lowest ebb in years, the women are providing more than consolation. Not since the days of Ed de Goey have I loved a Chelsea keeper as much as I do Ann-Katrin Berger. Jess Carter, Jessie Fleming, Erin Cuthbert, Pernille Harder, these are my sporting heroes now. And I’ll never get tired of watching Sam Kerr’s second in the final match, controlling the ball on her chest and lobbing Mary Earps (at 2:13 here).
Top 3 TV
I watched all of The Yogi Bear Show. The cartoons I most loved in childhood, until The Simpsons came along, were the Pink Panther ones, but revisiting Yogi Bear as an adult has been a great pleasure. Yogi, Boo-Boo and Ranger Smith are all lovable characters, and pleasingly animated. As for Snagglepuss, he’s the apotheosis of style over substance. The cartoons themselves are pretty drab, but Snagglepuss himself is adorable. A-window-able, even! Heavens to Murgatroyd. Frankly the best thing I saw on telly all year, better even than Tom Stevenson winning Countdown and Paul Hollywood entering the Junior Bake Off tent as an emergency judge and causing a bunch of children to shit themselves spontaneously, was Liza Tarbuck’s magnificent goatee on Taskmaster Champion of Champions 2. A legend in her own lifetime. But the one thing that has given me the most sustained joy is Howard and Hilda’s simpering on repeats of Ever Decreasing Circles. A still underrated sitcom that will one day be acknowledged as one of the greats.
Top 3 albums
An eclectic bunch, as usual. I’ve been cataloguing a lot of music in the second half of the year, and listening along with much of it (who knows Stravinsky’s Four Norwegian Moods? delightful), and that’s how I came across the various iterations of Tōru Takemitsu’s Toward the Sea, included on this beautiful album. I’ve only known it for a couple of weeks, but John Wilson and the Sinfonia of London’s Hollywood Soundstage is an album as beautifully conceived as it is performed. Max Steiner’s Now, Voyager, Korngold’s Elizabeth and Essex, David Raksin’s Laura … a treasure trove. As last year, perhaps tragically, the one thing I’ve listened to most often is an EMI comedy compilation from the early 1990s, Comical Cuts 3. Even by the standards of their own days, Vic Oliver, Ronald Frankau, Arthur Marshall and Douglas Byng were probably never the height of hilarity, but there’s something deeply comforting about their cheeky songs and routines that I can’t quite explain. Marshall’s cod-Angela Brazil schoolmistress monologues contain some minor masterpieces. ‘Miss Baines had kept wicket for Lundy Island, but she could make nothing of Mary’s hot deliveries. The plucky little girl put all she knew into her lobs, and her balls were like greased lightning.’
I hope you’ve had a happy 2022, and have a happier 2023.