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BLUE/ORANGE

★★★★★

OSO Arts Centre

BLUE/ORANGE

OSO Arts Centre

★★★★★

“Raw, tense and full of dark humour”

At one point in Joe Penhall’s scathing drama, “Blue/Orange”, junior psychiatrist Dr Flaherty asks her patient “Are you out of your mind?”. A little later, her senior consultant asks the very same question of her. This subtle yet significant repetition is typical of Penhall’s writing, in which every word of the script counts. Set entirely within the confines of a hospital meeting room, this sharp and gripping drama turns the tables with dizzying frequency. It is fitting that director Lydia Sax has staged it in the round, allowing the audience to view the dramatic perspectives from every angle. Her expert and concise staging brings each shifting viewpoint into sharp focus.

Written at the turn of the millennium, the narrative focuses on the power battles between the senior consultant Dr Smith (Ciaran Corsar) and the trainee doctor Flaherty (Muireann Gallen). Central to their conflict is the question of whether to release Christopher (Andre Bullock), a patient who believes he is the son of dictator Idi Amin. The script is a quarter of a century old now, but it is striking how much it feels as though it could have been written yesterday. Only small details – such as smoking indoors – remind us of the period setting. Its relevance today still rings loud and clear as it explores mental health, racism, and the power struggles within a crumbling NHS. And by switching the role of Dr Flaherty from the original male to a female character, Sax has added further dimensions that touch on sexism and chauvinism too.

The setting is as stark as the outlook. Just two chairs and a table, on which sits a bowl of oranges. The scenes are punctuated by Gabriel Burns’ punchy soundscape, while his lighting frames the action with a claustrophobic clinicalism. The oranges are bathed in a shaft of blue light. There is more than one reality going on here. Is Christopher’s subjective truth any less real than the medical consensus?

Christopher has been diagnosed with ‘borderline personality disorder’. The key is in the first word. In the play, many borderlines are crossed: professional, personal and political. And consequently, our sympathies are dragged, kicking and screaming, in many directions. It becomes possible to see the other sides clearly and agree with everything even while opposing them. Of course, this verbal chicanery relies on outstanding casting, and this is where this production certainly comes up trumps. Andre Bullock portrays Christopher with outstanding authenticity and attention to detail. Simple tics, restless leg jittering lend physicality to an emotional and mood-swinging excavation of his character that is frighteningly genuine. Dr Flaherty is initially sympathetic to him, despite being intent on upping his sectioning from level two to three in order to detain him further. Gallen’s initially bright-eyed portrayal captures the duplicity remarkably well, uncovering even darker sides as she falls deeper and deeper into the traps she, and others, have dug for her. Corsar, as the man in charge, more openly lays his motives on the table. Dr Smith wants Christopher out, mainly to free up a bed in the hospital. But that is just the tip of the iceberg. Corsar’s powerhouse performance waver’s wildly between haughty reasoning and undisguised manipulation.

Christopher is ultimately a victim, not so much of his condition as the failings of the system that is supposed to treat him. The more Flaherty and Smith circle each other, the more Christopher is caught in the web. It is a powerful indictment, representing the cycle of failure that still spins to this day. That Penhall offers no resolve, no way out, is integral to the story. What saves the play from doom and gloom is the inherent humour and satire, of which the cast have an expert grasp. It doesn’t soften the blows. In fact, it gives them a clearer hook. The racism is shocking, but more shocking is how the two professionals use it as weapons against each other. We are brought back to mind to the question “are you out of your mind?”. Ironically, the person that this is least relevant to is the patient.

“Blue/Orange” is utterly compelling. Raw, tense and full of dark humour, it remains topical for many reasons. You come away almost believing that oranges could be blue, such is the power and authority that this cast bring to the stage. Urgent and entertaining – administered in one potent prescription.



BLUE/ORANGE

OSO Arts Centre

Reviewed on 1st May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Kinga Dulka


 

 

 

 

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BEETHOVEN – I SHALL HEAR YOU IN HEAVEN

★★★★

Opera Holland Park

BEETHOVEN – I SHALL HEAR YOU IN HEAVEN

Opera Holland Park

★★★★

“a highly polished jewel that reflects the words and music – a sparkling blend that tugs at our emotions”

Allegedly Beethoven’s last words were “I shall hear in Heaven”. However fitting this sounds it is, in fact, an invention. It does epitomise his struggles with his deafness, though, and its lyrical mysticism is the perfect title for Tama Matheson’s play with music that explores the life of the German composer. It is a remarkably detailed look into, not just the pivotal landmarks of his journey through life, but also a glimpse into his soul. Particularly his frustrations, challenges, regrets and lost loves. In tune with the title, the tragedy of his deafness is given weight. To a lesser extent, but still emphasised, his self-inflicted ailments are brought to the fore. Beethoven’s actual recorded last words were “Pity, pity – too late” (another potential contender for the play’s title?) in response to an ill-advised gift of twelve bottles of wine from his publisher, despite cirrhosis of the liver being one of the reported causes of death.

Matheson’s account is faithfully chorological, and follows the twists and turns with a meticulousness that does lead to quite a long evening. Nearly forty compositions punctuate and underscore the spoken word, played by the ‘Quartet Concrète’ (violins, viola and cello) led by Jayson Gillham on piano. With a couple of exceptions, these are Beethoven’s compositions; some more familiar than others. The musicianship is outstanding and, against the Italianate backdrop of Holland House and surrounded by the park’s formal gardens, is truly magical.

We quickly learn that, for Beethoven, ‘art is not a choice’. Like his contemporary, Mozart, music was drummed into him from an early age by a tyrannical father. In a drunken state, Johann van Beethoven would beat the young Ludwig, ironically pushing him into becoming ‘another Mozart’. Nevertheless, Ludwig rose above this with passion and an iron will, even though perpetually riddled with self-doubt. The cradle-to-grave odyssey we are presented with is choc-a-bloc with dates, references, facts and embellished anecdotes. In danger of being over-expositional it is rescued by the fine performances of the trio of actors that tell the tale. Matheson takes on the role of Beethoven. A charismatic central performance with his rich voice, he is more than capable of displaying the passion of the composer. Robert Maskell is equally imposing as Franz Wegeler (among many other characters), Beethoven’s physician and biographer. Suzy Kohane gives a remarkable performance as fellow composer Ferdinand Ries – again slipping into many other roles.

The programme offers helpful subtitles, like chapter headings, against each of the musical composition’s descriptions, which does indeed help us through the concentrated twists of Beethoven’s life story. Described as ‘half music, half drama’, we are treated, among the potted history, to some beautiful music. It is rendered all the more remarkable, and tragic, set against Beethoven’s hearing loss. The play’s title does inform the central theme of his obsession with his deafness. An obsession that nevertheless fuelled his ambition and creative drive.

The second act adopts a lighter tone, with some moments of humour that could almost stand as comedy sketches in themselves. The English Chamber Choir, which strangely remained onstage throughout the first act without being used, opens act two. But is then again underused – given voice only once more. The overall balance of the show could be adjusted slightly – it is a very wordy production that sometimes lets our attention slip. Yet its style cannot be faulted; a highly polished jewel that reflects the words and music – a sparkling blend that tugs at our emotions. Passion is at its heart, and the passion with which Matheson approaches his subject is conspicuous. His choice of music is deliberate and considered, echoing and informing the plot. Like Beethoven himself was intent on breaking away from the established form, this show is a unique variation on the genre.

“There have been, and always will be, thousands of princes. There is only one Beethoven”. These are the composer’s own words. A touch self-aggrandising maybe, but it cuts to the chase. “I Shall Hear in Heaven” cuts to the core of the personality behind the composer, with elaborate insight and unforgettable music.

 



BEETHOVEN – I SHALL HEAR YOU IN HEAVEN

Opera Holland Park

Reviewed on 6th August 2025

by Jonathan Evans

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

SERSE | ★★★★ | June 2022

 

 

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