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THE CHILDREN

★★★★

Lyric Hammersmith

THE CHILDREN

Lyric Hammersmith

★★★★

“Moving, intelligent and beautifully acted”

Ten years after its Royal Court premiere and Broadway success – receiving two Tony award nominations – ‘The Children’ returns to London with undiminished urgency. A study of people in crisis and generational responsibility, this gripping revival pulses with life, loss and the duties that remain.

After a coastal nuclear disaster, Hazel and Robin scrape a life from the fallout. When an old friend drops in unannounced, buried secrets bubble to the surface. But Rose’s real reason for visiting changes everything. Will they be strong enough to face it?

Written by the award-winning Lucy Kirkwood, ‘The Children’ creates almost uncomfortably real characters. Hazel desperately distracts herself from her own mortality, while self-destructive Robin stares death in the face. Then Rose sweeps in like a rogue wave, steeling herself for a devastating request. It’s a deliciously tangled knot of guilt, denial and responsibility, deftly capturing ordinary people in crisis. Despite its apocalyptic backdrop, the dialogue remains deeply human as people struggle to articulate or conceal their true feelings. The overlapping rhythms feel effortlessly natural, shot through with revealingly sharp humour. And there’s never a wasted detail, everything returning with greater meaning. My only niggles are the intricate plotting perhaps feels a touch too thorough, leaving less space for ambiguity, and it takes a beat longer to wrap up than it could – though to be fair, Hazel’s need for order is entirely true to character. Ultimately, Kirkwood’s writing is deeply moving.

Under Rachel O’Riordan’s assured direction, the humanity hits home. Bristling tension dares you to pick at the web of old wounds. The characters and their relationships feel fully developed, and the pacing is brisk and engaging – though it does slacken a tad towards the close. The movement is subtle yet purposeful, strategically mirroring shifting alliances. Overall, it’s a strong, powerfully crafted revival worthy of its tenth anniversary.

The design beautifully serves the script while adding its own artful flair. Gary McCann’s striking set is full of contrasts: Hazel and Robin’s homely existence squats beneath dark, unbending steel, and tiny glimpses of a realistic sea are offset by the stage’s uneasy tilt. McCann’s costumes subtly reveal and conceal personalities. Anna Watson’s lighting pits domestic warmth against industrial chill, while Holly Khan’s soundscape blends natural and mechanical sounds to unnerving effect – especially the almost imperceptible rumble that quietly raises tension. Campbell Young Associates’ unexpectedly powerful wigs, hair and make-up design drives home the human stakes.

Declan Conlon, Kerry Fox and Meera Syal nail the fraught dynamic of friends with history. Conlon sparkles with devilish charm as Robin, softening his rougher edges just enough land the final reconciliation. Fox makes Rose’s intrusion feel both unsettling and inevitable, balancing steely resolve with honest vulnerability. Syal expertly channels Hazel’s determined denial and frantic fear, though a little more contrast in places would make the performance even stronger.

Moving, intelligent and beautifully acted, catch ‘The Children’ while you can.



THE CHILDREN

Lyric Hammersmith

Reviewed on 12th September 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Helen Maybanks


 

 

 

 

The Children

The Children

The Children

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★★★★

Marylebone Theatre

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Marylebone Theatre

★★★★

“as a theatrical performance, it is priceless”

‘The price we have to pay’ is an often-used aphorism, not just in literary form, but in everyday conversation. Arthur Miller shortened it to just “The Price” for his 1967 two-act play. He could have maybe done with shortening the text a little as well, but this searing family drama is so packed full of themes, tensions, memories, grudges and secrets that the dialogue resembles the ramshackle, claustrophobic and cluttered attic in which the action is set. An attic filled with heirlooms and keepsakes; each with its own significance.

The mind of a man is “like a bric-a-brac shop”, Oscar Wilde once quoted, “all monsters and dust”. The first thing we see as we enter the auditorium is Jon Bausor’s astonishingly well-crafted set, which is at once a literal New York brownstone attic, and a metaphor. As the dust sheets are peeled away, the monsters appear. They haunt their protagonists over the next two and a half hours of real-time action that paints a very vivid picture of four disparate and desperate characters.

New York cop Victor Franz (Elliot Cowan) turns up at his late parents’ house where all the possessions are cramped into the attic that his father retreated to after the tragic death of his mother. He has a date with nonagenarian antique dealer Solomon (Henry Goodman) who has come to cast his Machiavellian eye over the goods with a view to slapping a price on the job lot. The first act focuses on the wrangling and haggling – not just between Victor and Solomon, but also with Victor’s wife Esther (Faye Castelow) who has her fair share of input and opinion. In act two, Solomon spends much of the time out of sight (but not out of mind) while the arrival of Victor’s estranged brother Walter (John Hopkins) really gets those dust motes flying through the air. More like a ricochet of bullets as family secrets are fired at each other. The characters actions and reactions shift like an accordion’s bellows, and we wonder at times how the whole concertina doesn’t get ripped apart completely.

Cowan’s Victor is a finely portrayed figure of lapsed principles, swamped by his own sense of mediocrity. Having dropped out of university to care for his father, his own disappointment is surpassed only by his wife’s. Esther is probably the least sympathetic character, but Castelow gives her exasperation justification that we ultimately warm to. Meanwhile, sleek and successful Walter returns after sixteen years. The concertina effect once again comes into full force as the brothers repeatedly move towards reconciliation, but in a short cruel and discordant breath they are then pulled apart once more.

The performances are spot on, each cast member skilfully grappling with Miller’s dialogue. The star turn is Goodman, who plays his part with relish. Bordering on caricature, there is something almost Biblical about the character that gives his name extra significance. Loaded with tenuous wisdom and comic relief, he is part arbitrator and agitator; untrusting and equally sly. There is a distinctive lack of resolution to the play, perhaps because there are too many reveals along the way. The brothers end up pretty much where they started but with more hindsight and insight. They have revealed long hidden truths about each other and their late parents and now know the price they have paid for their past sacrifices. Whether they can afford it is the one thing that still rents them apart.

Director Jonathan Munby’s staging complements the script, allowing the light and the shade to vacillate in time to Anna Watson’s subdued and atmospheric lighting. Max Pappenheim’s filmic score pulls tension back and forth like a dangerous undertow. Ultimately, all the bric-a-brac in the attic is sold, but the true, emotional legacy can never be shaken off, whatever the price. We have sat through a long evening and taken on a lot of emotional baggage. But as a theatrical performance, it is priceless.



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Marylebone Theatre

Reviewed on 23rd April 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Mark Senior


 

 

 

 

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