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MATTHEW
HART as Toad
THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
by Kenneth Grahame
Royal Ballet 12/02
Linbury Studio Theatre,
Royal Opera House, London
Choreographer: William Tuckett
Set Designers: The Brothers Quay
Costumes: Nicky Gillibrand
Music: Martin Ward after George Butterworth
Lighting: Tom Mannings
Photo
Credit: Asya Verzhbinsky |
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THE
WIND IN THE WILLOWS
The Royal Ballet
Image shows: WILL KEMP as Ratty
Music:
Martin Ward
Choreography:William Tuckett
Narration: Andrew Motion
Photo
by Andy Whale
© Concept and Design by Dewynters |
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THE
WIND IN THE WILLOWS
The Royal Ballet
Image shows: MATTHEW HART as Toad
Music:
Martin Ward
Choreography:William Tuckett
Narration: Andrew Motion
Photo
by Andy Whale
© Concept and Design by Dewynters |
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MATTHEW
HART as Toad
THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
by Kenneth Grahame
Royal Ballet 12/02
Linbury Studio Theatre,
Royal Opera House, London
Choreographer: William Tuckett
Set Designers: The Brothers Quay
Costumes: Nicky Gillibrand
Music: Martin Ward after George Butterworth
Lighting: Tom Mannings
Photo
Credit: Asya Verzhbinsky |
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Wind
in the Willows
Prologue.
In a dusty attic a mysterious figure, our author and narrator,
recalls an extraordinary year in the lives of a group of animals
we have to come to know as our friends...
At
the Riverbank.
It is springtime as Mole leaves his house and discovers the
Riverbank, where he meets some Rabbits and a friendly Otter.
Ratty soon appears, rowing on the River and invites Mole to
take a trip with him in his boat. Passing Toad Hall they decide
it is high time for a picnic. After lunch, Ratty snoozes as
the ducks swim by and the friends are paid a visit
by a group of butterflies.
On
the open road.
Mole and Ratty's leisurely afternoon is rudely interrupted
by Toad, who persuades them to join him on the open road with
his latest obsession, a horse-drawn caravan. While on the
road, a speeding motor car upsets the caravan, but Toad is
transfixed and decides that he must have such a car himself...
Badger.
Autumn has come and Badger, out on his daily walk, is terrorized
by Toad, the proud new owner of a motor car. The local Post-Rabbit,
trying to deliver her letters, is mercilessly chased by the
rampaging Toad. Badger after almost being run-over, decides
to write to Ratty and Mole asking for their help in dealing
with Toad, who has obviously become a danger to both
himself and the other animals.
The
Wild Wood.
On receiving Badger's letter, Mole sets out to meet him alone
but soon finds himself lost in the Wild Wood, where he is
chased by the Weasels and Stoats. Fortunately, Ratty has gone
in search of his friend and rescues him from their evil clutches,
and together they arrive at Badger's.
At
Badger's house.
Over a warm fire Badger, Mole and Ratty despair over Toad's
ways, but it is not long before Badger is cheering them up
with tales of the Wild Wood and taking them on a tour of his
labyrinthine set. Carol singers arrive at Badger's door and
it starts to snow afresh.
Interval
Toad
is in trouble.
After stealing a motor car Toad is tried in court and soon
finds himself facing a long prison sentence...
Toad's
adventures.
While in prison, the Washerwoman's daughter falls for Toad
and, after disguising him in her dress, helps him to escape.
Toad manages to con his way onto a steam train but has to
jump off when he realizes that he is being pursued by the
police. He lands in the river, bedraggled but still in one
piece, and is soon back with his friends.
A plan
is hatched.
After an emotional reunion, Toad discovers that during his
absence Toad Hall has become overrun by the Weasels and Stoats.
As the friends plan a counter-attack with the aid of an old
map of Toad Hall, they discover a secret tunnel and a plan
is hatched for a heroic assault.
The
battle for Toad Hall.
As the Weasels and Stoats hold a lavish banquet at Toad Hall,
Mole, Ratty, Badger and Toad burst in armed to the teeth.
A terrific fight ensues and the evil creatures of the Wild
Wood are ousted once and for all.
Epilogue.
At the end of their adventures our friends make their way
back
from whence they came, leaving us once more in the dusty attic
with the possibility of future tales that may come to pass...
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