LOVEFOOL at The Coronet Theatre
“Ambiguous and challenging, “Lovefool” has its imperfections. But Winters is mesmerising in a performance that is faultless.”
Towards the end of “Lovefool”, Grace – played by the intensely charismatic Kristin Winters – hovers at the edge of the auditorium and directs a few merciless questions at the audience. Without giving away the exact nature of them, it becomes clear from the reactions that the realities of depression, abuse, suicide, anxiety, fear or self-loathing are a hair’s breadth away from each and every one of us. They walk among us. And in just under an hour, Winters leads us right into the throng, on a journey that takes many wrong turnings. It sounds dismal, yet the vicarious sense of healing derived from Grace’s self-examination is exhilarating. And often funny.
Grace is looking for love. But what is love? It’s a question echoed in a thousand pop songs, none of which help Grace at all. She dances to the rhythms but can’t bear the lyrics. She sees her shrink, goes to confession, and devours dating apps and red wine in equal abundance. She thinks she finds love in an Icelandic singer but, when the alcoholic haze disperses, he’s just another figurative fist to endure. Written and directed by Gintare Parulyte, this one-woman show is initially charged with humour, even if a little dark. It might not be telling us anything particularly new but there is a freshness to the expressions and a sharpness to the language that strengthens the text. There is a Larkinesque quality as she talks of the “broken families we run away from and then create”.
The authenticity of the performance is tinged with strokes of satire. A dig at a sexist director pinpoints the gender inequality in the industry, while David Gaspar’s video projections parody the sex education programmes we all remember. While Winters successfully interacts with these, her imaginary characters and with the audience, the overall staging is haphazard and disjointed. Perhaps this is intentionally disconcerting. Anyone who has spent time with someone with OCD will be on familiar ground. Winters convincingly portrays a damaged soul, with a dark humour that slowly gives way to mere darkness, as memories of past traumatic abuse are uncovered; shockingly triggered by a song she used to hear.
There is occasionally a platitudinal air to the messages that Parulyte wants to convey. In less able hands the piece could come across as a rather morbid affair. But Kristin Winters commands the space with her finely honed stagecraft. She knows when to dress the wounds in light entertainment and can perfectly balance the bawdy with the tragedy. Dispensing with the bulk of the auditorium, the audience are seated in an arc around the playing space. We are therapist, witness, confidant and eavesdropper – the intimacy sometimes blurring the line between Winter and the character she represents.
Come curtain call, Winters fights back the tears. Tears that glisten with notes of optimism. “We are all wounded children of wounded children”. Perhaps the cycle has been broken for Grace, and she can dance to a different tune. Ambiguous and challenging, “Lovefool” has its imperfections. But Winters is mesmerising in a performance that is faultless.
Reviewed on 22nd May 2023
by Jonathan Evans
Photography by Véronique Kolber
Previously reviewed at this venue:
Dance Of Death | ★★★★★ | March 2023
When We Dead Awaken | ★★★★ | March 2022
Le Petit Chaperon Rouge | ★★★★ | November 2021
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