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MAKE IT HAPPEN

★★★

Edinburgh International Festival

MAKE IT HAPPEN

Edinburgh International Festival

★★★

“it’s left to Brian Cox to bring a craggy humanity to Adam Smith, and to deliver the best lines”

James Graham’s latest play, Make It Happen, and written for the National Theatre of Scotland is, fittingly, thoroughly Scottish in theme and character, and set in Edinburgh. It’s about the former CEO of Royal Bank of Scotland, Fred Goodwin. Directed by Andrew Panton of the Dundee Rep, and starring Scottish actors Brian Cox and Sandy Grierson, the play is staged with lashings of petty power plays, and dollops of hubris. It is presented as a satire, but it’s really a presentation of Faustian bargains, struck during the banking excesses at the turn of the millennium.

Make It Happen has more than a few echoes of an ancient Greek satyr play, complete with singing, dancing, and liberal use of expletives. And into this complex dramaturgical mix comes the moral philosopher Adam Smith (inventor of modern capitalism), musing on the complexities of time travel and wondering how his work came to be bastardized by neoliberalism and the world of modern finance. For fans of works like Caryl Churchill’s Serious Money, Lucy Prebble’s ENRON, and Stefano Massini’s The Lehman Trilogy, James Graham’s play will seem like another piece of the puzzle of this world. Indeed, Royal Bank of Scotland was directly linked with many key players in the earlier plays. How were these businesses, and their CEOs, given the power to bring the world to the brink of financial disaster? And, in the nearly twenty years since the financial crisis of 2008, has anything been learned? As Graham reminds us, it was the “little people” who got burned by all the mergers and acquisitions. Even disgraced CEOs like Goodwin still managed to walk away with substantial pension pots.

The piece wisely focuses on the main character of Fred Goodwin, played by Sandy Grierson. There is too much ground to cover otherwise, and the play is already overly lengthy. Graham solves the problem of how to incorporate all the other political and financial figures swirling around Goodwin by creating an ensemble of actors who move like a Greek Chorus. The ensemble steps continually in and out of a variety of characters, some well known, like former PM Gordon Brown, and his Chancellor Alistair Darling, and some obscure like Goodwin’s bullied assistant, Elliott. Significantly, we never meet Goodwin’s wife, or friends. Goodwin isn’t a charismatic figure himself, however, and this is why the weighty ballast of Brian Cox’s Adam Smith is needed—to anchor this drama. Otherwise it might be prone to fly away on a wind of advertising jingles and Karaoke moments as Goodwin and his team unwind from time to time on their quest for ever more outrageous leveraged buyouts. For all the witty references to Edinburgh life, and its glory days as the intellectual powerhouse known as the Athens of the North in the eighteenth century, Make It Happen is often short on satire and long on nostalgia. When Goodwin and Adam Smith take a snowy tour of the statues of Edinburgh, Smith comments that he and his friend David Hume are captured in poses that are nothing like the men they are supposed to represent. It’s a reminder that the present cannot bring the past back to life, but only freeze it in unnatural poses. Graham’s portrait of Fred Goodwin seems equally unnatural at times, despite all Sandy Grierson’s efforts to make him sympathetic. But that is often the problem with satires. They serve a moral purpose, rather than a dramatic one, and it’s left to Brian Cox to bring a craggy humanity to Adam Smith, and to deliver the best lines. If Grierson carries this lengthy play, it is Cox who comes on to humanize the satyrs in the boardroom, and to make us wish he had more time on stage.

Andrew Panton’s direction makes the most of the talented cast, and his movement director, Emily Jane Boyle, does lovely work with the choreography of the ensemble. The lighting design (Lizzie Powell) sometimes produced light that was too strongly directed into the audience’s eyes, but otherwise made the most of the opportunities for lighting magic. The set (Anna Fleischle) was a practical combination of oblong shapes that hinted at corporate headquarters while allowing lots of space for video projection. The combination of technology, lighting and sound provided just the right amount of a non naturalistic environment for the ensemble to move in and out of their characters with ease and conviction.

Make It Happen gives us much to think about. See it if you can, but be prepared for a long evening. This is a production chock full of ideas, not surprisingly, but feels, at present, a bit overstuffed.



MAKE IT HAPPEN

Edinburgh International Festival

Reviewed on 1st August 2025 at Edinburgh Festival Theatre

by Dominica Plummer

Photography by Marc Brenner

 

 

 

 

 

 

MAKE IT HAPPEN

MAKE IT HAPPEN

MAKE IT HAPPEN

A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN

★★★★★

Almeida Theatre

A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN

Almeida Theatre

★★★★★

“a gem of a production”

Eugene O’Neill’s last play, A Moon For The Misbegotten, is now playing at the Almeida Theatre. With an outstanding cast that includes Michael Shannon, David Threlfall and Ruth Wilson, and direction by Rebecca Frecknall, don’t miss an opportunity to see it, if you can get a ticket. The play does require stamina, like a lot of O’Neill’s work. But if you’re up for the challenge, get ready to experience a profound catharsis, watching the playwright exorcise his family’s ghosts in the sequel to Long Day’s Journey Into Night.

In the semi-autobiographical earlier play, we watch O’Neill explore his family’s legacy. In James Tyrone, he creates the figure of his father, one of the most successful actors in the United States. James’ wife Mary is the tragic figure hooked on drugs prescribed by an unscrupulous doctor. Mother to two boys, the elder Jamie is a pale shadow of his parents. He wants to follow in his father’s footsteps, but lacks his talent. Both men, however, have a talent for drinking alcohol. When O’Neill picks up Jamie’s story in A Moon For The Misbegotten many years later, he shows us a Jamie lost in grieving his mother’s death, and still trying to emulate his father’s success. But O’Neill doesn’t bring us to the sea haunted house of the earlier play, but to a hard scrabble tenant farm where Phil Hogan and his children scratch out a living among their wealthier neighbours. Phil is a blustering patriarch who also likes alcohol. He drives his children so relentlessly that, one by one, they leave the farm and go to seek their fortunes elsewhere. At the start of the play, his daughter Josie, a lot like her father, is nevertheless helping her youngest brother to escape. Mike accepts his sister’s help, all the while moralizing about her reputation with the local men. He suggests she try to entrap Jamie Tyrone in marriage. Josie and Jamie have long felt a fondness for each other. Jamie could be her ticket off the farm and away from their father, if she plays her cards right.

Sounds simple, right? Except that part of O’Neill’s genius as a playwright, is to present us with complex characters who see how to escape their inexorable fates, yet struggle with all their might to remain exactly as they are. (In real life, O’Neill’s family had better luck.) In Josie Hogan and Jamie Tyrone, we have two characters who can only grant each other absolution, rather than the love they desperately desire. In this production of A Moon For The Misbegotten, Rebecca Frecknall focuses on the seeking of these two. It is brought into sharp focus by an expressionistic lighting (Jack Knowles) that captures both the passing of the day into night, and the steady orb of the misbegotten moon. The farmhouse (set design Tom Soutt) has already crumbled to a cluster of planks and a solitary pillar, holding up a vanished porch. The music (NYX) and sound design (Peter Rice) reinforce the sense of a place that echoes a long, slow dissolution.

The actors have a rich environment in which to perform. Josie (Ruth Wilson) and her father Phil (David Threlfall) bluster and beat at each other, goading each other on. When Jamie Tyrone (Michael Shannon) arrives, it is to beg Josie to give up the role of the coarse woman of loose morals, and be the lover he wants her to be. Watching Threlfall, Wilson and Shannon work the angles of these complex characters is like watching poetry in motion. They find the rough lyricism of O’Neill’s words. They play the drama while keeping the audience sympathetic to these messed up individuals. If there is one incongruity, it is that Ruth Wilson is a much slighter version of the junoesque goddess O’Neill had in mind for Josie. When Jamie refers to her exuberant beauty we are very aware that Michael Shannon towers over her, when it should probably be the other way around.

But Wilson captures Josie’s spirit perfectly, and Shannon, as Jamie, spends a lot of his time wrapped around her, trying to resist the twin demons of alcohol and desire. Frecknall wisely focuses on punctuating the language of A Moon For The Misbegotten with physicality. Otherwise a modern audience might be overwhelmed by the words. Just as compelling is David Threlfall’s performance as Phil. As the rough Connecticut farmer, he bullies and wheedles, shouts and demands, but makes us believe he genuinely cares for Josie, and wants her to escape just as much as she does. Wilson and Threlfall delight in the multifaceted relationship of this father-daughter pairing, and the audience feeds off their energy. It’s essential, too, because the long scenes between Jamie and Josie are a slower burn—another long day’s journey into night, and the vivid dawn that follows. Michael Shannon is pitch perfect as Jamie. He shows us the source of Jamie’s pain, and takes us through the exorcism that follows. But it’s Wilson’s moment to pronounce absolution on her lover, and let him go.

This is a gem of a production, and it has award winning performances from the three main characters. You will want to see it at the Almeida, or hope it transfers.



A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN

Almeida Theatre

Reviewed on 25th June 2025

by Dominica Plummer

Photography by Marc Brenner

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

1536 | ★★★★★ | May 2025
RHINOCEROS | ★★★★ | April 2025
OTHERLAND | ★★★★ | February 2025
WOMEN, BEWARE THE DEVIL | ★★★★ | February 2023

 

 

A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN

A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN

A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN