DEATH OF ENGLAND: DELROY at @SohoPlace

★★★★★

“Essiedu’s performance is beyond compare as he tears up the rule book as well as the flag”

There is no particular order to “Death of England”, the trilogy of plays by Clint Dyer and Roy Williams. They are intricately linked to each other but can be seen as standalone plays in their own right as well. Chronologically “Death of England: Delroy” takes place after “Death of England: Michael”, and there are some loaded references to its precedent, but the satisfaction reaped from either wouldn’t be diminished by watching just one or the other. I can’t say this for sure, though, with only a couple of hours interval between witnessing both (we have to wait a few weeks, however, before tackling the third section: “Death of England: Closing Time”).

The same red cross dominates the playing space, this time scrawled with handwritten phrases to which Delroy adds during his monologue, only to tear up later along with fragments of the cross’s fabric. The symbolism is direct, but everything else over the next hour-and-three-quarters is as contorted as you can get. Delroy is trying to make sense of the world he finds himself in. His scribblings on the floor are like emotional equations that even his sharp and eloquent mind cannot solve.

We first meet Delroy (Paapa Essiedu) as he is having an electronic tag attached to his ankle. Essiedu then takes us on the journey of how Delroy reached this point with a mix of beautifully precise insights, immaculately delivered comedy, self-deprecation, candour and fury. He pleads injustice but never once becomes a victim. There is no such thing as innocence or guilt in Delroy’s world; there are too many shades to people – and being British does not make you exempt, whatever your colour. That is the beauty of the writing, and Essiedu’s performance is beyond compare as he tears up the rule book as well as the flag.

Delroy’s partner is expecting his first child and, while on a shift at his dubious day job as a bailiff, he gets the call that she has gone into labour. She is Carly – the sister to his childhood friend Michael. During his rush to the hospital, chance encounters, misunderstandings, preconceptions and inopportune clashes lead to him being arrested. Howls of laughter greet Essiedu’s retelling, which give way to jaw-dropping home truths. Co-writer Clint Dyer also directs all three plays, continually breaking the fourth wall, more so in “Delroy” than in “Michael”, allowing Essiedu to engage members of the audience with flourishes of improvisation that never wander out of character. Like Thomas Coombes, he also brings the peripheral characters to vivid life with impersonations that ring out with hilarious and venomous accuracy. Nobody escapes his acerbic impressions – police officers, judges; his girlfriend and mother (I can’t wait to meet them in the flesh in “Closing Time”); and also Michael (who we have previously met).

Leitmotifs of Benjamin Grant’s and Pete Malkin’s disturbingly atmospheric sound design migrate from the first play to the second, highlighting the parallels between the two shows. But we all know that parallel lines, while having much in common, never meet. The morality may be similar, but Delroy takes the narrative in different directions rather than just looking at it from another angle. And having seen both shows in quick succession we get a real sense of the depth of experience Michael and Delroy have shared, even though we have never seen them together, which is testament to the two actors’ performances. You don’t need to see both to appreciate this, but I’d recommend it without a shadow of a doubt. Plays like “Death of England” are what keep English theatre well and truly alive. This show beats in the heart of the West End like the vital organ that it is.

DEATH OF ENGLAND: DELROY

★★★★★

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DEATH OF ENGLAND: DELROY at @SohoPlace

★★★★★

“Essiedu’s performance is beyond compare as he tears up the rule book as well as the flag”