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SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

★★★★

Southwark Playhouse Borough

SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

Southwark Playhouse Borough

★★★★

“There is an awful lot to absorb, but the company delivers the punches with refreshing jabs of comedy”

When Kurt Vonnegut’s novel, ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’ was published at the end of the 1960s, it quickly caught the imagination of the young generation and turned Vonnegut into an overnight sensation. An odd book, to say the least, it is both an antiwar novel and a science fiction. As a rite of passage, I remember giving it a go in my late teens, with limited success. Before seeing the stage show I brushed up on the synopsis and, on my advice, my partner read the Wikipedia summary. “How on earth are they going to stage this?” she asked just before curtain-up, succinctly echoing my own thoughts. Ninety-five minutes later, during an enthusiastic ovation, we have our answer. Eric Simonson’s adaptation is a remarkably creative piece of stage craft as it welds the fragmented narrative into a shape that pretty much resembles clarity.

The story centres on Billy Pilgrim (Patrick McAndrew), who has become ‘unstuck in time’. A character who is free from the illusion that one moment follows on from another. The past, present and future co-exist allowing him to flit from one to the other with ease. Thankfully the audience is given captions as to the ‘where and when’ for each scene – we would be lost without them. The story follows three decades (but not necessarily in the right order) of Billy’s life beginning with his time as a chaplain’s assistant during World War II during which he is captured and becomes a Prisoner of War. He survives the Allied firebombing of Dresden, and is later discharged with PTSD, spends time in a veterans’ hospital, marries, has kids, becomes a successful optometrist. But then he is abducted by aliens and taken to their planet – Tralfamadore – where he is kept as a zoo exhibit (whilst also impregnating a fellow abductee – a pornographic film star). Returning to earth he is reunited with his wife, survives a plane crash but is later assassinated while giving a speech about his time travels.

“All this happened… more or less” explains the narrator, enhancing the fantastical nature of the hero’s odyssey. In fact, there are three narrators, who also take on a ridiculous number of multiple roles that support Billy’s meandering fatalism. McAndrew wonderfully portrays the fish-out-of-water character with a mix of bemusement, nihilism, humour and philosophical insight that eventually cuts quite deep. Alex Crook, Ethan Reid and Sofia Engstrand play everyone else; impossibly switching between roles, locations and time. Often the indicators are tiny and the nuances subtle, but we never lose sight of who they are.

It is a truly collaborative enterprise. A juggling act with director Douglas Baker managing to keep all the balls in the air throughout. And alongside the fabulous four cast members, Baker’s video design is a fifth star of the show, the intricacy of which is rarely seen off the West End. Using both the back wall and a gossamer gauze downstage, the worlds the characters inhabit are brought to magical life. The timing is crucial, too, as the performers interact with the projections which are simultaneously enchanting and informative. It is relatively low-tech but, as they say, limitations breed ingenuity. An ethos that shapes the whole show. There is a shabby chic quality – a ramshackle atmosphere that is also extremely sleek. Like well-rehearsed chaos. We are reminded at times of The Goon Show with its mix of anarchic surrealism and rapid-fire nonsense. But beneath the humour the tragedy unfolds, until it is impossible to ignore the all-important messages laid out in a quite moving finale.

But it seems that humanity too often ignores them. Vonnegut’s story is a frightening loop. The atrocities that have gone before us are constantly being replayed. This theatrical revival is timely. There is an awful lot to absorb, but the company delivers the punches with refreshing jabs of comedy. We need to be on our toes, but with neither room nor time for distraction, this is an intensely captivating show.



SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

Southwark Playhouse Borough

Reviewed on 5th June 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Henry Hu

 

 

 

 

 

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PAYNE: THE STARS ARE FIRE

Payne: The Stars are Fire

★★★

Jack Studio Theatre

PAYNE: THE STARS ARE FIRE

Payne: The Stars are Fire

Jack Studio Theatre

Reviewed – 27th January 2022

★★★

 

“As in the first play, the drama is broken up by balletic interludes, but less successfully than formerly”

 

And so on to the second play of the duology The Dyer’s Hand produced by Arrows & Traps Theatre Company, written and directed by Ross McGregor. A delightful opening scene serves as a link between the two plays in which Cecilia Payne (Laurel Marks), having completed her studies at Cambridge, informs the ageing Gustav Holst (Toby Wynn-Davies) that she is about to take up a research post at Harvard; an opportunity impossible for her as a woman to achieve in the UK.

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With a soundtrack of jazz and blues, and an array of American accents, we arrive in 1920s USA. The set (Designer Odin Corie) is retained from the first play but with the music room paraphernalia replaced by the scientific. Harlow Shapley (Alex Stevens) with bow tie and bravado is the director of the new Harvard astronomy department and oversees the work of historical scientists Annie Jump Cannon (Cornelia Baumann), Adelaide Ames (Lucy Ioannou), Donald Menzel (Edward Spence) and the newly arrived Cecilia Payne. There is little sense of drama in the work they do – counting and cataloguing stars – but a running gag about whether Donald can have a cookie and some stoical one-liners from Annie show there are laughs to be had. Lucy Ioannou lights up the stage as Adelaide with an effervescent performance that provides welcome colour amidst the grey. Marks continues her good work from the first play, portraying Payne as ambitious but socially awkward. When Payne makes her ground-breaking astronomical discovery, she is reduced to tears of despair by top scientist Henry Russell (Toby Wynn-Davies) when we might have hoped she would stand up to be counted. Wynn-Davies, with a desperado moustache and softly spoken drawl, brilliantly plays Russell rather closer to Bond villain than senior astronomer.

As in the first play, the drama is broken up by balletic interludes, but less successfully than formerly. An extended dance sequence mourning the tragic death of Ames distracts from the main direction of the plot. A very well created cinematic cartoon of a car journey, excellently mimed by Marks, Spence and Ioannou, provides light relief but does not fit within the style of the rest of the production.

A flash forward at the end of the play shows us Payne finally being awarded the Professorship she has long craved, and the play reinforces the well-made message that women have been held back in the field of science through centuries of male tradition and misogyny. A late scene also links the two parts of this epic undertaking with Payne and Holst reunited to reminisce on the journeys they have undergone. With it comes the opportunity to show again the on-stage chemistry existing between Wynn-Davies and Marks.

 

Reviewed by Phillip Money

Photography by Davor @TheOcularCreative

 


Payne: The Stars are Fire

Jack Studio Theatre until 19th February

Payne: The Stars are Fire is part two of Arrows & Traps new repertory season: The Dyer’s Hand

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
Holst: The Music in the Spheres | ★★★★★ | January 2022

 

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