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THE INSEPERABLES

★★★

Finborough Theatre

THE INSEPERABLES

Finborough Theatre

★★★

“there is a lightness to this interpretation, and a guarded feel that at times shields its essence”

Rather than her novels, Simone de Beauvoir’s most enduring contribution to literature are her memoirs. It is no surprise, therefore, that the novelist, philosopher and feminist activist’s works of fiction also contain strong elements of autobiography. Particularly her early novella, “The Inseparables”, which describes her relationship with her classmate – Elizabeth Lacoin. Also known as ‘Zaza’, she crops up in other novels in disguised form, so it is evident that she had a lasting impact on de Beauvoir’s life. “The Inseparables” was never published during her lifetime. Jean Paul Sartre disapproved of it, and it was deemed ‘too intimate’ at the time. There has been much conjecture since as to whether they were ‘just friends’. There is no evidence of a physical relationship, but it is hard to deny that there was an attraction and erotic tension between the two of them.

Grace Joy Howarth’s stage adaptation is a faithful recreation of the adolescent relationship, although it does little to suggest why it was considered too provocative for publication in the nineteen-fifties. Set during, and just after, the first world war in France, it kicks off with the first encounter between schoolgirl Sylvie Lapage and new pupil, Andrée Gaillard. Sylvie had previously prayed for an end to the war, but the answer arrives in the form of this beguiling new classmate. Lara Manela captures Andrée’s playful tone, and Ayesha Ostler, as Sylvie is suitably captivated. Both portray the wide-eyed wonder of nine-year-olds without seeming childish. The subtle mannerisms illustrate the precociousness, but neither is afraid to wallow in youthful exuberance.

Sylvie (the fictional de Beauvoir) is bored and intellectually lonely, so meeting this clever, irreverent girl changes her life. Andrée is physically confident and has a talent for literature and music. It is easy to see why Sylvie would be attracted, and likewise Andrée’s fascination with Sylvie’s vulnerability that Ostler conveys so convincingly. However, beyond this, the chemistry is somewhat lacking, barely penetrating the intellectual veneer. Sylvie talks as much to the audience as to Andrée, which is a neat device that director Anastasia Bunce uses to good effect, but the writing leaves little room for the underlying eroticism and tension. The scenes are short and sharp, sometimes leaving the two, multi-rolling supporting cast – Caroline Trowbridge and Alexandre Costet-Barmada – breathless from their rebounding entrances and exits.

The second act finds the girls on the cusp of adulthood, Andrée now betrothed to Pascal Blondel (a slightly restrained Costet-Barmada). The tables have turned, and Sylvie is supposed to be the more subversive influence. The play never really gets to grips with the rebelliousness, and we are distanced further from the knowledge that these characters are representations of historically significant individuals. We are steered towards some poignancy in the final scenes, but the sense of inseparableness is never fully realised by Ostler and Manela. When Sylvie declares of Andrée that “life without her would be death”, the words aren’t quite supported by the emotion.

Abraham Walking-Lea’s lighting evokes the setting, reinforced by Jessica Brauner’s more literal video backdrops. Metaphorical flourishes are thrown in by Bunce, sometimes illuminating (the symbolic significance of Andrée’s violin); at other times confusing (the scattering of roses to depict an act of self-harm). But overall, there is a lightness to this interpretation, and a guarded feel that at times shields its essence. With its engaging central performances, it glides safely through the pivotal episodes of the novel. The story calls for a less gentle ride though. With more passion. The original question of whether they were ‘just friends’ is left unaddressed and long forgotten. But we do get a good feel of the camaraderie, and mutual regard, even if we are not quite convinced that they are inseparable.

 



THE INSEPERABLES

Finborough Theatre

Reviewed on 17th April 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by A.J. Halsey and Melanie Silva

 

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE PASSENGER | ★★★★ | February 2025
KAFKA | ★★ | June 2024
THE TAILOR OF INVERNESS | ★★★ | May 2024
BANGING DENMARK | ★★★ | April 2024
FOAM | ★★★★ | April 2024
JAB | ★★★★ | February 2024
THE WIND AND THE RAIN | ★★★ | July 2023
SALT-WATER MOON | ★★★★ | January 2023
PENNYROYAL | ★★★★ | July 2022
THE STRAW CHAIR | ★★★ | April 2022

THE INSEPERABLES

THE INSEPERABLES

THE INSEPERABLES

SOIR NOIR: A NIGHTCLUB CONFIDENTIAL

★★★

Crazy Coqs

SOIR NOIR: A NIGHTCLUB CONFIDENTIAL

Crazy Coqs

★★★

 

“Not quite pure gold, but a nostalgic journey back to the Golden Era”

‘If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air’, croons David Rhodes in the opening number of his cabaret show, “Soir Noir: A Nightclub Confidential”. It comes from the 1957 hit single by Patti Page – ‘Old Cape Cod’ – probably more recognised by modern audiences as the sampled riff in Groove Armada’s ‘At the River’. But Rhodes’ repertoire is firmly steeped in the 1950s and the decades that precede. Cape Cod is where this show began, on the Massachusetts coast at the Provincetown Cabaret Fest. From there it moved up to New York before coming over to London for its European Premiere.

It is an evening that invites us to step back in time and imagine we are in an intimate club sitting around the grand piano with a few close friends. The venue is ideal for evoking that atmosphere, and Rhodes does indeed pull off the conceit with his relaxed manner and ease with the assorted crowd he treats as his confidantes. Sometimes his inter-song banter has an over-scripted feel, but we enjoy his candid reminiscences, particularly one about his friendship with Noël Coward’s goddaughter and an errant smoking jacket. Deliciously camp in spangled vest and dinner jacket, Rhodes slips into song seamlessly and celebrates singers from Frank Sinatra to Louis Armstrong – even Dusty Springfield; and the great songsmiths such as Cole Porter, Noël Coward, Kurt Weill et al.

Musical director, Simon Beck, is at the piano providing the lush jazz-infused arrangements that help strengthen Rhodes’ fairly thin vocals. His voice suits the quieter moments. Weill and Brecht’s ‘Mack the Knife’ begins as it should: sultry and dark before it is inevitably (arguably wrongly) given the up-tempo, jolly treatment. But the vocal limitations are laid bare when a belt is called for. ‘You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me’ cries out for a grand opening which is all too absent. The passion that informs his story telling doesn’t quite cross over into his performances of the numbers. Cole Porter’s ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin’ plods, but is later saved by his ‘Miss Otis Regrets’ which does give an outlet to Rhodes’ acting background, as he knocks back the cocktails and gets increasingly tipsy. The interpretation has character that elsewhere his voice has yet to find.

A crackle of electricity fills the room when he invites onto the stage his partner Jake Oswell. A tall, beguiling presence in high heels, black evening gown and a voice as smooth as his satin opera gloves. Oswell launches into a delicious version of the classic Judy Garland ‘I’ll Plant My Own Tree’. It is a shame they are given such little stage time – after a second number Oswell slinks back into the shadows, but the performance hangs over the stage like stardust.

Rhodes concludes the evening with a moving tribute to the great Louis Armstrong, replicating his famous spoken introduction to the classic ‘What a Wonderful World’. “Seems to me, it ain’t the world that’s so bad but what we’re doin’ to it. And all I’m saying is, see, what a wonderful world it would be if only we’d give it a chance. Love baby, love”. And so the show ends on a high, optimistic note that finally captures the essence of what Rhodes is trying to do. This is cabaret, after all, where we leave our troubles behind. David Rhodes’ “Soir Noir”, with its unpolished sophistication, does let us forget the outside world for a short while. Not quite pure gold, but a nostalgic journey back to the Golden Era.

 



SOIR NOIR: A NIGHTCLUB CONFIDENTIAL

Crazy Coqs

Reviewed on 16th April 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Michael Lee Stever

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

TORI SCOTT: TORI WITH AN ‘I’ | ★★★★ | February 2023
BARB JUNGR SINGS BOB DYLAN | ★★★★ | October 2022

 

SOIR NOIR

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