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Smoke

Smoke

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Southwark Playhouse Borough

SMOKE at Southwark Playhouse Borough

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Smoke

β€œThe physical reality of the production doesn’t match the stinging quality of the words.”

 

The publicity copy, and writer Kim Davies’ programme notes, make much of β€œSmoke” being an adaptation of August Strindberg’s β€˜Miss Julie’. There are similarities. The characters’ names – and, more tenuously, their background. Julie (Meaghan Martin) is the daughter of a successful artist, never seen but the constant references to him serve as a reminder of his power. And there’s John (Oli Higginson); a dogsbody at the artist’s beck and call with an obsequious ambition to achieve the latter’s recognition. We are in a kitchen too, albeit a symbolic one.

Yet β€œSmoke” impresses as a stand-alone piece in its own right. The shackles that bind it to Strindberg’s original both detract and confuse. The setting and the themes of Davies’ writing – writing which is undeniably sharp – are smudged by expectation and the inevitable but thwarted search for comparison.

Sami Fendall’s design suggests the kitchen with an upturned fridge in a pit of black sand. Polina Kalinina and JΓΊlia Levai’s staging makes much use of the sand, stretching its symbolism to breaking point. It is continually being sifted through the hands. It is the eponymous smoke, it is cigarette ash, it is the blunt edge of a knife that will never cut as deep as words. It is foreplay, and afterplay. It becomes limited by its own variations, and therefore a clichΓ©. But back to the kitchen, which is where we find Julie and John. Always in the kitchen at parties, this party being a BDSM party in New York City. John is introducing Julie to the world of bondage, dominance, submission and sadomasochism. It evolves into a game that is not just cutthroat but involves other parts of the anatomy. Verbally graphic, it delves into the subjects of sexual identity, consent and assault.

The performances are as strong as they get. Higginson has a steely charisma that allows him to give his character the credibility it needs, overcoming his status with confidant dominance. Martin’s Julie is no less fierce – her submissiveness snapping intermittently to outrage. Rajiv Pattani’s staccato lighting cleverly shifts the changes of perspective at crucial moments. The play sets out to challenge the notions of consent and, in the wake of #metoo, is pertinent. Some brave choices have been made but a paradoxical backlash of the changing times that are being celebrated is that the danger is presented in too safe an environment. An intimacy director is credited in the programme but, either because their job was done too well or because they were not really needed, there is little onstage chemistry – dangerous or otherwise – between the two. The physical reality of the production doesn’t match the stinging quality of the words.

Perhaps it is a deliberate avoidance to take sides, but we are never quite sure what the piece is trying to say. Julie’s question β€œDo you want to fuck me?” goes some way towards epitomising the predicament. She is offended if the answer is β€˜yes’ and offended if it is β€˜no’. John is damned whatever his answer. As the play progresses the dilemmas darken considerably, yet the confusion remains. Perhaps there are no answers. Perhaps there is still much to be learnt. The BDSM setting seems to be a convenient backdrop to Davies’ drama, just as Strindberg is a starting point. But both seem superfluous. β€œSmoke” tackles important issues without breaking any real ground, allowing a certain pretentiousness to get in the way. Despite the heated and powerful performances, it shows that sometimes there is smoke without fire.

 

 

Reviewed on 3rd February 2023

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Lucy Hayes

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

 

The Woods | β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2022
Anyone Can Whistle | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2022
I Know I Know I Know | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2022
The Lion | β˜…β˜…β˜… | May 2022
Evelyn | β˜…β˜…β˜… | June 2022
Tasting Notes | β˜…β˜… | July 2022
Doctor Faustus | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | September 2022
The Prince | β˜…β˜…β˜… | September 2022
Who’s Holiday! | β˜…β˜…β˜… | December 2022
Hamlet | β˜…β˜…β˜… | January 2023

 

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Little Pieces of Gold – 5 Stars

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Little Pieces of Gold

Staged Reading Sessions

The Space

Reviewed – 10th October 2018

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β€œthe event has become a kind of deconstructed theatre form, with high quality casts and directors attached to each low budget production”

 

Writers able to fund their own shows are unlikely to be the most deserving of exposure so Suzette Coon’s talent showcase is invaluable. It’s also a rich experience for audiences. Far from the dour-sounding β€˜Reading session’ billed, the event has become a kind of deconstructed theatre form, with high quality casts and directors attached to each low budget production.

The night’s six works, chosen from six hundred, begin with a comedy that dredges laughs from the low wage economy. β€˜Sandwiches’ by Clare Reddaway shows life on the sandwich production line, with three tightly written acts squeezing in erotic sandwich fillings, a villain with a whistle played by Nigel Fyfe and a showdown at the industry’s β€˜Sarnies’ awards.

Two women also see off an obnoxious male in the second of the night’s comedies, β€˜Body Language’ by Sarah Pitard. Stefan Menaul draws howls of recognition as the excruciating, self-obsessed Tom, hitting on Katrina (Amy Reitsma) while she is trying to read up on cancer. Both his monologue and that of the eavesdropping Susan (Meaghan Martin), a cancer survivor, are fluent, funny and fierce.

Most of the plays carry a message about modern life but the exception is β€˜Bothy’ by Ben Rogers, a tale of two men taking refuge in the Scottish hills. Callum is a jolly, yet strangely sinister local handyman; Andrew is a claims manager up from Croydon. The economy of the script and the way it keeps the audience guessing as to the motives of Callum display a rare gift of scene-writing, heightened further by the performances and direction. (David Beatty, Adam Mirsky and Imogen Wyatt Corner, respectively).

β€˜Humane’ follows, by Polly Creed, reviving a forgotten news story about Essex locals who face down riot police to end live exports of animals. Absolved of the need for visual dramatics, this work is liberated by the format, as Georgia Nicholson sits facing the audience, relating her character’s story with obdurate humanity.

Little happens in β€˜Becoming’ by Trevor Kaneswaran, just a few quiet moments in the life of Praveen, who rejects his Sri Lankan roots as he slopes home from football and exchanges monosyllables with his Mum like any British teen. Once his uncle arrives Praveen understands more about who he is and takes up cricket. Slow, filmic, even in this basic form, and elevated by Akshay Gulati’s perfectly pitched delivery.

The choice for finale is Chantelle Dusette’s Windrush tale, β€˜Where de Mangoes Grow’. A simple but eloquent poem spliced through with a montage of scenes, moments and recordings, yet it conveys an entire era of betrayal. Exquisite performances from all, but Reece Pantry’s slow acceptance of loss is impossibly moving.

Beautifully curated, and with all six plays and their casts giving a glimpse of some eye-catching talents, the β€˜Little Pieces of Gold’ enterprise is well-named.

 

Reviewed by Dominic Gettins

 

Little Pieces of Gold

The Space

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:
One Festival 2018 – Programme A | β˜…β˜…β˜… | January 2018
Citizen | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2018
The Sleeper | β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2018
Dare to Do: The Bear Maxim | β˜…β˜…Β½ | May 2018
Be Born | β˜… | June 2018
Asking For A Raise | β˜…β˜… | July 2018
Bluebird | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | July 2018
I Occur Here | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | August 2018
Rush | β˜…β˜…β˜…Β½ | August 2018
Fleeced | β˜… | September 2018
Love is a Work In Progress | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2018
Woman of the Year | β˜…β˜…β˜… | October 2018

 

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