A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gynecologic Oncology Unit …
Finborough Theatre
Reviewed – 4th October 2018
★★★★
“opens up the walls of free speech to challenge our notions of offence”
“I’ve been single so long? I’ve started having sexual fantasies about my vibrator.” At odds with the sombre hospital ward setting, this opening line of the European premiere of Halley Feiffer’s script sets the tone for piece determined to find comedy in life’s darkest moments. Spunky and spirited Karla (Cariad Lloyd) is trying out some new “bits” for her mother (‘Marcie’, played by Kristin Milward), bedbound by her cancer treatment. On the other side of the curtain, unassuming forty-something Don (Rob Crouch) arrives to visit his mother (Cara Chase). What starts out as offence turns into friendship, and over the course of the play, the relationship between this mismatched couple deepens as the tragedy that underpins the reasons for their connection grows ever more present. Family is at the heart of this touching and witty play, and this production offers genuine laugh-out-loud moments – often at the expense of others – gently mixed with tender and nuanced moments of introspection and revelation.
What’s so glorious about the comedy on display is how fresh it seems. Shifting from the off into the murky realm between ‘funny’ and ‘offensive’, “A Funny Thing…” invites the audience to admit no topic is off-limits. Are only certain groups of people allowed to make certain jokes? Is, as Karla declares, there “anything funnier than rape”? This audience in particular seemed to enjoy gasping and laughing in unison, and, especially by giving this shocking and foul-mouthed voice to a female comedian character, opens up the walls of free speech to challenge our notions of offence (something Ricky Gervais has spent many years trying to do).
The performances on display are exceptional, showing an acute awareness of comic timing whilst still producing believable and relatable characters on stage. Cariad Lloyd flows with natural energy and it utterly compelling, whilst Rob Crouch, although seeming sometimes too heightened in comparison to Lloyd, embodies the everyman battered down by the pains and disappointments of his life. Chase and Milward, silent and asleep in bed for most of the play, hold a lot of presence, and their moments of speech come as a pleasant and hilarious surprise. Milward especially justifies everything that comes out of Marcie’s mouth making her perhaps the most memorable character in the show.
It is the nature of a script set in a hospital ward that much of the action takes place sat down in chairs, but Bethany Pitts’ direction still makes space for dynamic moments of motion that disrupt the normality of sitting, reading and waiting. Isabella Van Braeckel’s detailed costume design deserves a mention for its simple awareness of each character, allowing us to truly see these whose these people are at a glance.
With gasps and guffaws in equal measure, “A Funny Thing…” translates well into British culture, being moving, wince-inducing and really funny all in one go. Not one to be missed.
Reviewed by Joseph Prestwich
Photography by James O Jenkins
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gynecologic Oncology Unit
“The second act brings with it a level of energy and tension that you would not have guessed”
Finborough Theatre is currently playing host to the European premiere of Arthur Miller’s final play. Set in a hotel in Reno, Nevada, in 1960, we see the production team of a Hollywood movie in a state of turmoil over the indisposition of the troubled leading actress, Kitty, who is riddled with self-doubt and has turned to drugs to remedy her inner demons. As the team ponder over how best to deal with the situation, it becomes clear that the picture is in jeopardy and indeed may not be finished in time.
The play’s first act revolves around a series of debates about how to get Kitty fit for filming and save the picture. The ever-present issue of the objectification of women in the film industry is brought into play here, with cinematographer Terry (Patrick Bailey) making frequent, somewhat inappropriate, comments about her physical appearance, implying that this is what ultimately sells pictures. Kitty does not appear on stage which makes it all the more a case of her being treated as an object whose opinions aren’t considered. As noted by the play’s director Phil Willmott, “She is consistently treated as a problematic resource that needs to be brought into line, with no recognition that it is this which has driven her to new depths of drug dependency and despair”.
The second act brings with it a level of energy and tension that you would not have guessed would follow the arguably invariable nature of the first. When Kitty’s trusted acting coach Jerome Fassinger (Tony Wredden) is called in to try to get through to her, each character takes turns to visit her in her hotel room and, through a series of monologues, attempt to coax her into finishing filming.
Lighting (Rachel Sampley) and sound (Nicola Chang) are used exceptionally well during the second act. Throughout the delivery of the monologues, a high tempo, almost manic, jazz piece plays, conveying a sense of urgency. A dim spotlight frames the actors as their characters converse with Kitty. Both these design elements make for a tense, high-octane second act, where the desperation of the production team to get their star fit to perform is clear to see, even without the presence of an actress playing Kitty for them to address. The actors deliver their lines so well that it isn’t hard to imagine they are talking to the troubled star.
Full of fantastic performances from all actors, this play is a clear depiction of the harsh realities of a, on the surface, glamorous industry. It’s also not hard to draw parallels between the play’s content and playwright Arthur Miller’s own struggles with his wife of five years, the infamous Marilyn Monroe. Although we don’t see or hear an actress playing Kitty, empathy can definitely be felt for her thanks to the way she is spoken about and the pressure she must be under. In summary, Finishing the Picture is a thought-provoking, well-executed production of Arthur Miller’s swansong.