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Happy Days
★★★★★

The Tower Theatre

Happy Days

Happy Days

The Tower Theatre

Reviewed – 17th April 2019

★★★★★

 

“Jones and Sullivan have done Beckett justice – a daunting achievement of which many have fallen short”

 

If you’re not familiar with this Samuel Beckett play, first staged in New York in 1961, it follows the daily routine of Winnie, a woman buried up to her waist in a mound of earth. She has a bag of little things that help her get through the day: a toothbrush, a hand mirror, makeup, a hat, a music box. She does her best to maintain her cheery demeanour in spite of everything. Winnie’s husband, Willie, is ever-present, but mostly hidden behind the mound. A masterpiece of absurdism, Happy Days is essentially an hour and forty-minute monologue.

To say the play is challenging, both technically and dramatically, is an understatement. An exercise in anti-theatre, it purposefully breaks all the rules: it’s static, without plot, quiet, adagio, and abstruse. These are all pitfalls for theatremakers, but Robert Pennant Jones’s production with Ruth Sullivan (Winnie) transcends. Jones and Sullivan have done Beckett justice – a daunting achievement of which many have fallen short. They’ve beautifully expressed his insight into empty lives, and people starving for genuine connection. The play feels as relevant today as it was sixty years ago.

The set design (Max) is striking – immediately impressive when you enter the space. Where soft earth or sand is normally used for the mound, Max has crafted a dramatic mountain of sharp shale. The ominous black rocks emphasise the harsh and unforgiving nature of Winnie’s imprisonment. The design leans somewhat into the interpretation that the play’s setting could be Hell.

Peggy Ashcroft, a famous former Winnie, once described the role as “the Hamlet for female actors.” Ruth Sullivan’s performance is as exceptional as the part demands. She expertly plays the veneer of chipper positivity over a profound sadness – the desperate strain beneath Winnie’s apparently breezy attempts to communicate with Willie (Ian Hoare). With the lightest touch, she allows us glimpses into the vastness of Winnie’s loneliness. Tears pool in her eyes before she pulls back with an apologetic smile and sigh: “Oh well… Mustn’t complain…” Sullivan portrays an intellectual, curious, loving woman deprived of stimulation. Neglected. Her joy at the smallest shred of acknowledgement is heart-breaking. Her vulnerability is devastating.

Sullivan’s flawless timing shows a deep sense for the rhythms of Beckett’s language. Her characterisation is so natural it ideally contrasts with the bizarreness of her situation. A dense, enigmatic, nearly two-hour monologue dares an audience not to be bored. But Sullivan is captivating. She lifts the lines, bringing out the poetry in Beckett’s writing. Winnie is delightful, silly, and endearing. She is also acutely suffering, and holding back oceans of anguish. Sullivan’s ability to communicate all of this, while stuck in place from the waist (and later neck) down, is marvellous.

If you’re a Beckett fan, do not miss this show. If you’re new to Beckett, grab this opportunity to discover his genius. Sullivan’s superlative performance deserves a packed house. It’s one you won’t forget.

 

Reviewed by Addison Waite

Photography by David Sprecher and Robert Piwko

 


Happy Days

Tower Theatre until 20th April

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
To Kill a Mockingbird | ★★★½ | October 2018
Table | ★★★★ | November 2018
The Seagull | ★★★ | November 2018
Talk Radio | ★★★½ | March 2019

 

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Among Angels

Among Angels
★★★

Courtyard Theatre

Among Angels

Among Angels

Courtyard Theatre

Reviewed – 4th April 2019

★★★

 

“A fresh, compellingly surreal exploration of an underworld that deserves a stage and discussion. It’s frustrating the story is so convoluted”

 

When school teacher Chris is accused of sexual assault by a past Grindr hook-up, he spirals into a depression that lands him at a shady chemsex party. A mysterious stranger warns Chris to go home, but depressed and alone, Chris decides to stay, whatever the consequences.

Written by Timothy Graves, and directed by Peter Taylor, Among Angels brings us to the darkest side of London’s gay party scene. It’s a world of syringes and pipes, sugar daddies and questionable consent, where love is sneered at and sex is an expression of self-hatred. The play’s disorienting transitions, stark lighting (Jordan Moffatt), and spoken word full of religious references and Bible verses, create the sense of a paranoid high. Graves and Taylor have placed us in a world of the gritty unreal, where angels walk in drug dens. The show is a fresh, compellingly surreal exploration of an underworld that deserves a stage and discussion. It’s frustrating the story is so convoluted.

A bit of purposeful disorientation can be effective. However, Graves’ script is so dense and difficult to follow, the confusion detracts from the experience. The story begins with Chris (Stephen Papaioannou) being arrested for sexual assault. Then suddenly he’s at a chemsex party with Pete (Christopher Hardcastle) and Adam (Tommy Papaioannou). It’s a very long scene. We don’t know who Pete and Adam are, and apparently neither does Chris. Their banter is aimless, and the play feels stalled. Why is Chris there? Why are we spending so much time with these random characters?

The story seems to have disappeared entirely until Jamie (Kieran Faulkner) appears, warning Chris to leave. But then a flashback abandons Chris completely. There’s a lot about Jamie being a ghost/angel, but not enough about why or how he’s been haunting/guarding Chris. The afterlife – hastily explained in chaotic scenes that oddly intertwine with fourth wall-breaking acknowledgement of the theatre (the characters suddenly aware they’re in a play) – makes very little sense.

The sexual assault charge is forgotten until near the end when we suddenly see the victim giving his testimony. The play’s description says Chris is “falsely accused”, but when the victim tells his story, there’s no suggestion he’s lying, and no explanation for why he would lie. The meaning of this scene is lost. Also shoved into the end is a storyline that Chris and Jamie have had an unseen/unspoken relationship for years, that Chris’s passion is acting, and that Jamie was a promising cellist.

It’s messy, confusing storytelling. Graves spends far too long on empty, establishing material in the first half, and then tries to cram everything of importance into the second. The last fifteen minutes is a whirlwind of muddled melodrama.

Among Angels is highly relevant, exposing light on a shadowy subject that’s perhaps more immediately dangerous to young people than many realise. A sharp outside eye to cut and reorganise could give this play real potential.

 

Reviewed by Addison Waite

Photography by Craig Fuller

 


Among Angels

Courtyard Theatre until 27th April

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
Fox Hunting | ★★★★★ | May 2018
Omish | ★★★★★ | November 2018

 

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