Explore the ways Willy Russell uses dramatic devices to present the key themes and ideas in his play
Explore the ways Willy Russell uses dramatic devices to present the key themes and ideas in his play "Blood Brothers" Blood Brothers is a play about two twins Edward and Mickey who are separated at birth by their mother as she cannot afford to keep both of them. The play was written by Willy Russell who is a famous play write that was born near Liverpool in 1947 and lived on a council estate. He left school at the age of 15 with one O-level in English; he went on to be a hair dresser and also wrote songs in his spare time. As an adult, after struggling as a singer he went back to school to get better qualifications and then went on to be a teacher. He never forgot his roots though and he eventually achieved success writing plays 9in the common speech based on the stories he heard from people. He still lives in Liverpool and wrights theatre, musical theatre and plays for TV. The play is set in three eras, the first is a 1960's busy Liverpool town. The second is set in the same time but in the county, and the third is modern day suburbia. This play revolves strongly around themes within the play and a lot of the characters actions depend on them. There are 5 main themes in this play. They are: Class Guns Superstition Family Friend ship And in this essay I will be further exploring what part these themes play in Blood Brothers. Section 1 "Class" Class is one of
Comparisons of Edwards and Mickey
Comparisons of Edward and Mickey. This play involves to main characters, Edward Lyons and Mickey Johnstone. Russell portrays both the twins as very different, yet comparable twins despite the circumstances and surroundings they have grown up in. In Blood brothers, the stage directions the writer of this play uses show both characters emotion and physical movement which make a great impact on the personalities of the characters. He also uses different techniques to raise tension and help readers imagine the situation of the play. We can see an immediate contrast between two characters and the bond between Mickey and Eddie, and the notable differences between their separate upbringings. We see Mickey and Eddie spoil in childhood games of gunfights, which we find more emotional as we already anticipate their death scene. This also brings a bitter taste of sarcasm to Mickey's involvement in a shooting later in the play. This in turn leads to his imprisonment, depression and the desperation in which he pulls a gun on his best friend and brother. For the readers/audience of Blood brothers, we see Mickey and Eddie's friendship blossom knowing that they are brothers and the fact that they are unaware. The sense of dramatic sarcasm is a point of humour throughout the play. However, this is also a reminder of the Mrs Lyons superstitious curse, and the knowledge of knowing what is
Original Writing- Birkan Akin
Original Writing- Birkan Akin It was a dark night on a small island off the coast of Maine; I heard a shot, and a gunshot that echoed in my ears it felt like I was wounded. On the night of the gunshot a fisherman disappeared. The body was absent from the day of the gunshot, a young man known as Ryan Adams was accused of the murder. Years later the fisherman was found, found for just a few seconds he was found by a young girl who was playing in the sea when she suddenly felt a hand. I was at the scene firstly it seemed like the girls was drowning, I went for her rescue thinking that she is drowning, but then a yellow raincoat flicked into my eyes. I screamed out "its him, its him it's the fisherman that went missing at the gunshot scene". I was in shock I couldn't believe it, then I suddenly saw the fisherman moving he was getting, getting out of the sea. I screamed "he's alive he's alive" I saw for one moment and the he vanished, disappeared he was gone. I couldn't even say stop, wait, don't go...he was gone. The following day everybody in the island was talking about the return of the fisherman, but just for a few seconds. On the same day the young man Ryan Adams that was accused of murdering the fisherman was set free. A further investigation was in process the investigation was named as 'who fired the gunshot?' Since the day the fisherman reappeared he was never seen
Original Writing - A Wild Night
A Wild Night Splash. Splash. The sound of the icy water droplets falling from the polished faucet and hitting stone hard sink echoed throughout the minuscule bathroom. The steady beat of the water had more life than the young girl that was sprawled like a sleeping new born across the floor. There was no one around to state how long she had been lying there nor to care that she not eaten for a period so long that her skin had become more citrine than pale. The girl's breathing was synchronised with the dripping and her mind was in state of oblivion. Her charcoal hair enveloped her face and she had her arm stretched over her eyes, which were exhausted from the numerous amount of crying, because she did not feel ready to face reality yet. Have ever tried clear your mind of all attachments to do yoga and failed? Then you were likely to understand why it did not take long for the adolescent to cloud her mind with thoughts again. Julie's heart began to beat at the speed of a hungry puma as her mind's feelings multiplied. Her muscles were frantically quivering as she thought about the penalty of one's action. The girl's lung had started to heave while she gasped because she finally grasped the importance of time. Although her body was already concerned about the low water levels, she had let some tears escape from her swollen eyes. If you have not noticed already: Julie was
The super, scaring, sightseeing adventure.
The super, scaring, sightseeing adventure. The cable car jerked forward unsteadily. It halted. The ancient cables beginning to corrode. The thirty people inside yelling and screaming with terror. They began to panic! The cable car started to move a fraction at a time it proceeded. The boy who was watching with fear noticed the cable car said "Warning; 25 people maximum" His body began to shake and shiver more and more. The boy was about 5ft 2, with dark hair and brown eyes. The freezing weather was getting to him, although he tried to buck up, he also tried rubbing his hands together to heat up. Jim noticed the cable car above his head. The cable car now began to sway with the horrific wind. The yelling and shouting got boisterous and became deafening. The thunderous wind made the cable car jerk forward and backwards. The thirty now shouting desperately for help! Jim was trying to make out what the woman in the cable car was saying. The women had dark hair, with what looked like blue eyes; it was hard to tell from that distance. The woman was saying "Call..." Jim could not make out what the woman was saying. Jim shouted pardon him self-competing with the thunderous wind. She said again "Call the..." He still couldn't make out what she was instructing him to do. He yelled again, this time he luckily made out what the woman said. She instructed him to call the
A Magazine Article for creative writing
George Bernard Shaw once said that 'A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell'. I'm here to analyse whether this is true. He could have meant that a holiday from work or school forever would be hell but I like to think and therefore I'm testing out the theory of actually moving to a place that was once your favourite holiday destination. Will that place still hold all the carefree, luxurious magic that it does when you escape there for a few weeks of rest and relaxation, or will paying tax and contributing to the debate about what time the village lights should be turned off kill that magic for you? My favourite holiday destination was always Roquecor in the south of France. A tiny hilltop village near Toulouse, far from the coast and in the rural mainland. I have been visiting since I was a little girl and to me it always represented peace and happiness. For that one or two weeks a year I was free, even at four years old I think I loved the segregation from daily nursery and weekly ballet lessons. As I got older that feeling of escapism grew, particularly depending on the unfolding dramas affecting my life at different times. People are now saying this trip I am embarking on, taking the plunge of escaping abroad is just that; escaping. I will confirm now that this is all in the name of journalism but I know that deep down I am hoping for the reassuring joy
English GCSE origional writing
Coursework The Great Experiment 14/9/09 Feynman leaned back in his expensive vintage leather chair brought over from his home in Huston Texas. He knew it had been an indulgence even mildly pompous but he was about to solve the question of life and he figured he could afford some indulgence. He looked over his left shoulder out through a huge custom built glass screen along the whole left wall of his office at his magnificent baby. This was no ordinary baby. His baby had taken 20 years and 4.5 billion dollars to come into life and yesterday it had. It had been with great pride that he had finally thrown the switch that had started its working life. A lot of critics and flat earthers had expressed deep set opposition to the world's greatest and most expensive experiment. But Feynman himself had no doubts whatsoever; he had won a Nobel Prize for the theory behind the experiment and had managed its construction from the start. If there was a problem he would have known and he had every confidence in not only his own work but also the combined intellect of thousands of scientists, engineers, and mathematicians. The project had attracted the crème de la crème of the world's best. He looked again through his panoramic glass wall at the machine itself, In fact he was only looking at one critical part of the
James Joyce Style Short Story
James Joyce Style Short Story They ate their dinner in silence that night. The usual somber talk that accompanied the food was gone. Her mother was happy about that. It was one less thing she would have to pretend to be happy about. With her good hand, she stirred her tea slowly with a long spoon. Her mother thought about the musky smell that she had always disliked. It was hard for her to be happy now, even with the newly fresh air surrounding them, because too many thoughts still swirled around her. As the 15 year old girl stood up to clear the table, she removed a bottle which had been standing in its center for the past two days. She quickly threw it into the trash with vigor. Then she proceeded to walk to the kitchen with the dirty dishes, on her way passing an old family portrait with the four. Her mother appeared to still love her, but she knew that it was only going to be a few more days before she snapped. Sometimes she would be gentle and motherly toward her, but most of the time she was thrown aside to other priorities. Two school photographs were in the desk drawer, while the pens and papers and tools of her mother's business sat atop the desk in prime position. It had been twenty minutes when the young girl realized she was daydreaming, and snapped back to reality. The dirty dishwater was cold on her two hands, which looked prematurely wrinkled. She took one of
Autobiography; Writing imaginatively.
One of my first childhood memories was when I received the news that my mum was going to have a baby. As you can expect, all sorts of things went through my mind... Where was she going to get it? How much would it cost? Would I have to SHARE? I'm sure I never recalled seeing babies for sale or them on offer in the shop; all I ever saw were big expensive toys and 'tour' style ride around the supermarket in a trolley, which can I add seemed to me like a roller coaster. After I had received the news, I began to go into shutdown; Hide the toys, line my soldier figures up for battle, "GET UNDER MY BED COVERS! " I screamed in my mind. I felt betrayed - new babies smelt, they cried, they were little horrible attention seekers who stole and didn't play. To top it off, when mum said that the baby would be coming sometime around Christmas time I thought, Oh no! I didn't ask for a baby for Christmas, I asked for Lego!. For the next couple of weeks I thought I had done something drastically wrong; simply what had I done to deserve this? I used to shout, hoping it would somehow click in my mum's mind that this was NOT what I wanted. It was awful; I was going to have to share my toys. SHARE? I screamed to myself. "They were my toys and not for some little bald monstrosity to come and dribble all over them... Me, Bob and Postman Pat, we're going through this together!
Questions in a Little Dark Corner
Questions in a Little Dark Corner By: Tina Chen "Who are you? Is this me? Why can't I recognize myself?" those questions have always been around me in the pass few years that I have hided myself in a little dark corner. I have asked the same questions to myself over and over again, but when can I get an answer? I've only got more and more questions come out through my mind. I don't know where they came from, I don't what to say, and I don't know what to do, but cry, in a little dark corner. I started to ask those questions when I came to America. I don't know why, but I do know this have never happened to me before. Back in Taiwan, I was known as a cute little girl that likes to play a lot, many adult loves me by make them happy. I know I have come from a beautiful little island, which we all called Taiwan. I never thought about going anywhere outside of this country, until my father has already decided to start a new adventure at America. He thinks this is a good opportunity for us to see outside of the world, and learn something new form the out side world. But are you sure this is a right thing to do? Nobody knows, not even myself. I have no idea what's like to be apart from my country, I just know I'm following my dad's order, and go on to the airplane just as he tell me to. I only know few words in English, like "hello" and "good bye", or the most important one
