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THE SOUND OF ABSENCE

★★★

Omnibus Theatre

THE SOUND OF ABSENCE

Omnibus Theatre

★★★

“a brave and exposing piece of theatre”

Dylan Thomas’ poem, ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’, was supposedly written for his dying father. It has no title other than its first line which appears as a refrain throughout the poem along with its other refrain; ‘Rage, rage against the dying light’. The repetition gives it a cyclical structure, encapsulating the intensity of grief that the writer seems unable to escape from. It is fitting, then, that the rhythm, and the musicality, of Thomas’ words are echoed throughout Yanina Hope’s experimental play with music, “The Sound of Absence”.

Like the poem, it is uninterested in sentimentality. Indeed, Hope dwells on the ‘Rage’ for much of the time. Inspired by her own relationship with her father, the writer and performer – Yanina Hope – has put herself centre stage to grapple with the complex emotions under the audience’s up-close gaze. Hope takes on the persona of Lenore, recalling the events of how she rushes to an Intensive Care Unit hundreds of miles away where her father is lying, only to arrive too late. What follows is an analytical look at the stock feelings that are inherent in the aftermath, and a look at the relationship she never had.

The premise is not overly innovative, cataloguing the five stages of grief, although Lenore never seems to pass beyond the first two. What sets this piece apart, though, is the musical underscore. There is no set – just an imposing grand piano. Composer and pianist, Vladyslav Kuznetsov, plays throughout. It provides a beautiful backdrop; Kuznetsov’s sensitive style matching his compositions that reflect the words being spoken. A compelling and haunting device that unfortunately becomes victim to the success of its intentions. Despite wearing a headset mic, Hope often goes unheard in the mix; yet it is not just the sound mix that severs the connection between prose and music. It often feels like two separate narratives, and being pushed into choosing which one to follow, the piano wins. It feels improvised but Kuznetsov’s skill lies in non-conventional melodies, mixing crashing chords that give way to a softer undertow of mournful arpeggios. This tidal pattern draws us in, guiding us through Hope’s monologues.

The spoken word has less impact. Hope’s vocal cadences spanning a more limited range than the musical canvas they are given. There is little need, too, for Anna Korzik’s movement direction which appears random and has no reason beyond style for style’s sake. Director Ivanka Polchenko does well to integrate the many disciplines the play offers, but the connection is tenuous. There are moments when we feel we are watching a drama exercise which detaches our own emotional ties to the performance.

Yet this is a brave and exposing piece of theatre. Hope prowls the stage intent on sniffing out and pinning down her whirlwind of emotions. The varying degrees of success is inevitable – many are beyond her grasp and they get away, although she does capture some moments of poignancy. The grief of arriving at her father’s bedside too late is counterbalanced by the revealed knowledge of his final words – and their echoing reassurance. However, the words fade faster into the night, and it is the music that lingers after curtain call. The two could be perfect partners, but each are dancing to their own tune. Nevertheless, it is genuine, heartfelt and important, with the definite potential to be something quite compelling.

 



THE SOUND OF ABSENCE

Omnibus Theatre

Reviewed on 24th February 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Valya Korabelnikova


 

 

 

 

THE SOUND OF ABSENCE

THE SOUND OF ABSENCE

THE SOUND OF ABSENCE

AFTER MISS JULIE

★★★

Park Theatre

AFTER MISS JULIE

Park Theatre

★★★

“full of wonderful dialogue and astute observation”

In the original 1888 play, “Miss Julie”, by August Strindberg, the three hander is supplemented by the offstage presence of a fourth character – Miss Julie’s father – whose unseen authority is felt throughout and is a reminder of the dying aristocracy from which Julie is trying to escape. In Patrick Marber’s adaptation he is still there, but his influence is reduced to conversational asides. The focus is on the tragic love triangle and the dynamics between people on opposite sides of the class divide. Marber has updated the action to 1945 on the eve of Labour’s historic election victory. Julie, the daughter of an MP, seems to have little interest in the politics of the time beyond asking her father’s chauffer, John, whether he voted Labour or not. But we soon learn she has other, more pressing concerns on her mind.

The play opens with Christine, the household maid, preparing her fiancé John’s dinner. From upstairs we hear the muffled strains of a big band going through the Glen Miller repertoire. The party is in full swing, but for Christine and John the evening is coming to its end. Until Julie bursts in, crossing a divide she pretends isn’t there. And there’s the crux. The mask she wears doesn’t convince. When she claims to be ‘just a simple country girl’, we are supposed to believe that society is changing. But we don’t, and it isn’t. Liz Francis, as Julie, is a vivacious presence with her Lady Di accent and devil-may-care tipsiness. A Sloane Ranger thirty years before the phrase was coined. Intent on subverting the system, she insists on taking John upstairs to the party to dance with her. ‘It’s not an order, it’s an invitation’. This confuses Tom Varey’s John – a stickler for tradition. He’d rather obey an order than accept a flirtation.

Director Dadiow Lin is not afraid of the pauses. The actors often tiptoe around the silences, lighting cigarettes invariably half smoked. They are the eye before the storm, and when the dance is over and Christine (Charlene Boyd) has gone off to bed, the true drama begins and the sexual tension between John and Julie surfaces. The passion is all too artificial, however. We cannot see much beyond the game they are playing and are left struggling to believe the impending and implied tragedy. Varey gives a strong performance as John, baring the unpredictability of a dangerous dog. In all the toing and froing, we never quite grasp, however, what causes his moods to turn so rapidly. He is at his most caustic after discovering that Julie’s money is tied up in a trust, thereby quashing his dreams of fleeing to New York with her, but we had hoped his motives were less mercenary.

When the party is over, and they’ve had their midnight tryst (offstage), Charlene Boyd, as Christine, re-emerges from her sleepless night and is given her moment to shine. Having spotted her fiancé in flagrante, her reaction is beautifully balanced. Gritty and nuanced, Boyd’s performance has the restraint of deadly silence. When she smells John’s unwashed fingers, the moment is moving and symbolic. The ensuing slap is quite a shock.

Unfortunately, Christine is dispensed with too quickly and we are again left with the emotional battles between the other two. Motives and intentions become more blurred as dawn approaches. But as an exploration of the social mores of the time, the lens is in sharp focus. The basement kitchen, authentically represented by Eleanour Wintour’s in-the-round set, is a microcosm of that society. The play is full of wonderful dialogue and astute observation, but the stakes never reach the bar that has been set. Ed Lewis’ sound design weaves in a gentle crescendo of a drone that suggests more of a climax than the one delivered. The lead up is nevertheless enthralling, with fine performances from the trio. The best of Strindberg is left intact while Marber introduces pertinent modernisms. Its inconclusive coda reminds us, too, that nothing has really changed – and eighty years on from Marber’s setting, the same struggles apply, although in different forms maybe. We are all torn between dreaming and surviving, and “After Miss Julie” captures that contradiction.

 



AFTER MISS JULIE

Park Theatre

Reviewed on 13th February 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Teddy Cavendish


 

 

 

 

AFTER MISS JULIE

AFTER MISS JULIE

AFTER MISS JULIE