WE WERE PROMISED HONEY! at the Soho Theatre
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“Itβs a sunny outlook on a very bleak landscape, but somehow it does the trick”
After singing along to two choruses of βTake Me Home, Country Roadsβ with writer-performer Sam Ward and the rest of the audience, my theatre buddy takes her arm from around my shoulders as the lights go up, turns to me, and, smiling blissfully, says, βI didnβt get it.β Thatβs almost as much as you need to know really.
We Were Promised Honey! is a calmly conveyed confusion: In August 2018 a baggage handler, Richard, stole a plane and, after performing some amazing stunts, inevitably died on crash landing. Ward interlaces this with some very controlled audience participation, and long surreal monologues about what will happen after the play is finished- in five hours most of you will be asleep, in eight hours, one of you will send an email saying, βGreat, thanks Claireβ before walking into your bossβs office and quitting to become a farmer. In fifty years, one of you will think youβre Jesus. In 500 years, when the sky turns black, one of you will turn to your partner and say, βWhy does it always end like this?β
The evening is split into three, and before the start of each section, Ward gives his audience a choice: We can sit here in silence until the advertised runtime of the show is over, or, even though you already know itβs going to end badly, you can hear what happens next. I canβt imagine thereβs ever been an audience so hive-minded and strong-willed not to say βI would like to know what happens nextβ so itβs not much of a risk, but it makes the point Ward is, I think, trying to make: Yes, we are all going to die, and the world will eventually end, and one day the last black hole will eat itself and there will be nothing left. But in the meantime, thereβs plenty to see and do and say, and we neednβt sit in silence, waiting for the end to come.
Itβs a sunny outlook on a very bleak landscape, but somehow it does the trick, and rather than feeling despairing and solemn, the audience leaves the auditorium heartened, in an almost festival atmosphere. Of course, that might not be Wardβs point at all, and maybe I just didnβt get it. But paired with David Doyleβs seemingly godly lighting, Carmel Smickersgillβs contemplative soundscape, and Wardβs smiling self-assuredness, it doesnβt really matter how itβs supposed to end. The point is I enjoyed the journey.
Reviewed on 23rd November 2022
by Miriam Sallon
Photography by Mihaela Bodlovic
Previously reviewed at this venue:
An Evening Without Kate Bush | β β β β | February 2022
Y’Mam | β β β β | May 2022
Hungry | β β β β β | July 2022
Oh Mother | β β β β | July 2022
Super High Resolution | β β β | November 2022
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