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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

 

 

 

 

 

SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE

ENIGMA VARIATIONS

★★★★★

OSO Arts Centre

ENIGMA VARIATIONS

OSO Arts Centre

★★★★★

“Quite simply, a beautifully composed production”

For an early performance of Edward Elgar’s orchestral work “Enigma Variations”, the composer himself added a programme note to help explain the title of the piece. He never really answered the question, however, beyond the fact that the musical variations are based on ‘some particular personality or on some incident known only by two people’. The latter is, indeed, pertinent to Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt’s brilliantly sharp and finely constructed two-hander of the same title. Translated by Jeremy Sams, “Enigma Variations” is an intricate tale of love, loss and obsession which unfolds in ever surprising reveals and twists that quite literally take your breath away. The challenge of Elgar’s ‘Variations’ involves a hidden melody. Schmitt’s play contains a whole host of hidden undercurrents that rise to the surface with a virtuoso composer’s pitch-perfect tuning and timing.

Set on an island in the middle of the Norwegian Sea, love is indeed a mystery for our joint protagonists. Nobel prize-winning author, Abel Znorko (Toby Wynn-Davies), lives in isolation. His latest book is a series of letters charting a love affair that is rendered perfect by the physical separation of the lovers; a conscious decision by Znorko fifteen years previously. Into his seclusion bursts Erik Larsen (Jacob Hutchings), a journalist who has been granted a rare interview. The only spoiler I am going to give you is that this interview is a pretext, and one of the gentler twists in the plot. The encounter soon turns into quite a vicious truth game, the two men sparring like boxers, both capable of delivering dramatic punches.

Toby Wynn-Davies truly dazzles us with his portrayal of Znorko. His delivery of the acerbic text snaps like a lion tamer’s whip, while his expressions – a wild flash of the eye – can give a deadlier sting. Wynn-Davies is unafraid to follow the dialogue into the depths it takes him. Razor sharp aphorisms give way to heartfelt honesty and shattering fragility. Only when the lies we tell ourselves are peeled away can we really see our true selves – and the reality of the ones we thought we knew and loved. Instrumental to this self-discovery is Jacob Hutching’s depiction of Erik Larsen. Initially a kind of stooge to Znorko’s misanthropic wit, Hutchings skilfully steers his character into positions of superiority, setting traps and then stabbing his prey with truths that floor Znorko. The two characters are worlds apart but are intimately linked by a love that has cornered them both.

Lydia Sax’s slick and sensitive direction is perfectly in tune with the dynamics of the writing. There are some wonderfully comic moments amidst the poignancy. We are in Edward Albee territory at times, Ibsen at others. There is a traditional feel, but peppered with modern verbal gunfire (and literal gunfire too). Matteo Mastrandrea’s set is a fragmented mess of books, furniture and music memorabilia; bleached of colour – a neutral backdrop on which the two characters can impose their own meanings and memories onto the objects that surround them. An old gramophone plays snippets of Elgar’s music, but it is when Wynn-Davies sits at an upright piano and plays that we are deeply moved – a symbol of the emotional impact of this play. A hymn, a eulogy almost, to lost love. Is Znorko playing for himself, his lover, for Larsen’s lost love, or even for Larsen. Or for us?

Love is a universal theme, yet with many, many variations. We are spectators but the skill of the performers draws us into the twists and turns. There are audible gasps from the audience, and the authenticity of the acting make us believe they, too, are equally surprised. What is no surprise, though, is the standing ovation at curtain call. You’d be hard pushed to find a better night out at the theatre than this one. A show that encapsulates the essence of the art, away from the glitz and mind-numbing budgets of the West End. Quite simply, a beautifully composed production. No enigma there.



ENIGMA VARIATIONS

OSO Arts Centre

Reviewed on 8th November 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Henry Hu


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THINGS I KNOW TO BE TRUE | ★★★★ | April 2025

 

 

ENIGMA VARIATIONS

ENIGMA VARIATIONS

ENIGMA VARIATIONS