6 September 2012
With lines from The Tempest and Dick Whittington in his mind, William BR Jeremy watches Chris Tally Evans' Turning Points.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on...”
“Turn again Whittington, Lord Mayor of London...”
From the award-winning writer-director of radio, television and theatre Chris Tally Evans comes another challenging piece – an epic in nine minutes. He has gathered together a cast to tell a story Shakespeare’s Prospero would be proud of (or Ian Mckellen for those remembering the Paralympic Opening Ceremony).
It is all in the title and it is both a simple proposition and as complex as life itself. Various voices tell a story of a moment in time which changed their world and thus the world. They tell of their Turning Points.
A visually impaired girl in a Pippa Dee party dress frustrated at a school dance who years later is able to dance with joy; a chronically shy actor new to Hollywood who became a Saint and then was given a Licence to Kill; a boy dealing with his fears at school; an artist escaping from the disappointment of big-city life finds artistic freedom .
The voices are set against a background of changing images on the screen – the Welsh countryside, a castle or two; a white shirt becomes a work of art with a price label to match; sculpture to depict a literary giant. One of the underpinning themes of the film is the image of the dress draped on stone, bough and bark set against the coast and countryside.
While Mid-Wales and Carmarthenshire are the scenic backdrops, the world is where it all takes place. The running boy triumphs in his school race. The once and future actor-director-writer refuses a social worker’s recipe for a second-class life. In Hollywood a star is born. Six voices, six stories, six blockbusters in nine minutes.
Two central but inter-related questions lie at the heart of the experience of watching Turning Points.
When did your life change for the better?
What was the moment when you decided to head in a different direction and never look back?
Go to the Queen Elizabeth Hall on London’s Southbank, make your way to the bar below, watch the film and ask yourself those same questions.