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KRAPP’S LAST TAPE

★★★½

Cockpit Theatre

KRAPP’S LAST TAPE

Cockpit Theatre

★★★½

“a fascinatingly original and deeply resonant take on Beckett’s classic monologue”

Krapp’s Last Tape, by Samuel Beckett, follows an aging, solitary man who spends his 69th birthday evening – as he has spent so many before it – listening to tape recordings he made decades earlier and revisiting the reflections of his younger self.

Krapp’s annual ritual is to record a tape reflecting on who he once was and speculating about what might lie ahead. Now, however, he has nothing good to say about the man he has become: a figure living on bananas and drink, once physically excessive in all things, now reduced to a life where only his sexual appetite has dwindled into near nothingness.

This short run production at the Cockpit Theatre has drawn national attention because its solo performer was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Peter Marinker, 85, is best known for his distinctive voice work, primarily from BBC radio drama. Using reel to reel tapes Marinker recorded when he last played Krapp in 1983, Dave Wybrow’s sensitive production and direction shapes these archival materials into a fascinatingly original and deeply resonant take on Beckett’s classic monologue.

Live in ear prompts from the visible stage manager, Marta Fossati, subtly guide Marinker through the performance, accompanied by screen captions that both quite deliberately highlight the production’s preoccupation with memory and the act of remembering. At times, this does pull focus and places the actor more prominently in view than the character, yet Marinker still offers us a compelling performance that lingers long after. The physical decline is etched into his body and demeanour. “Perhaps my best years are gone… but I wouldn’t want them back,” the character says. Krapp’s final stillness reveals the line for what it is: a self protective fiction. He did want those years back: like all of us, he is more governed by self deception than he would ever admit.

Beckett’s contrast of light and dark is handled with a softer touch here than in many productions of this classic short play. Even so, the browns, blacks and greys of Duncan Henderson’s production design and fabrication create a muted, almost monochrome world, underscoring how little colour remains in Krapp’s life.

Chris Lincé’s lighting reinforces this muted palette. It’s not as dim as in other productions I’ve seen, which slightly misses the opportunity to underline the extent of Krapp’s decline, and yet Beckett’s equation of late evening with late life still comes through.

Peter Marinker has a long history with Beckett, and he draws out both the humour and the sadness in the role. Yet one wonders whether an audience so aware of the production’s circumstances felt fully able to relax into the comedy. In particular, the classic Beckett clowning of Krapp’s banana business, which Marinker handles with ripe comic timing.

Perhaps inevitably, the production feels more like a meditation on a man recently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s performing a play about the fragility of memory than a fuller exploration of Beckett’s other themes, such as regret and isolation. Even so, it remains a rich and resonant interpretation of Krapp’s Last Tape, and one that fully earned the standing ovation it received at the second curtain call.

Krapp’s spool of life is almost fully wound, yet whether “last” means final or merely “most recent” remains a question many productions of this one act monologue continue to grapple with. What is certain is that, despite his age and condition, Peter Marinker still has plenty left to give – and he will for some time yet.



KRAPP’S LAST TAPE

Cockpit Theatre

Reviewed on 2nd September

by Robert West

Photography by Chris Lincé for Stagefright Film


 

 

 

 

KRAPP’S LAST TAPE

KRAPP’S LAST TAPE

KRAPP’S LAST TAPE

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WAITING FOR GODOT

★★★★

Theatre Royal Haymarket

WAITING FOR GODOT at the Theatre Royal Haymarket

★★★★

“The partnership between Msamati and Whishaw is first rate”

The setting (Rae Smith) is a desolate stony landscape with no discerning features bar one sad leafless tree. Despite time references of the afternoon and evening there is no discriminating change in lighting (Bruno Poet). It appears to be permanently night-time, practically Nordic.

Two unkempt individuals are doing not very much. Estragon (Lucian Msamati) is seated, trying unsuccessfully to remove his boots. Vladimir (Ben Whishaw) stands idly under the tree. It transpires that they are waiting for Godot, a man of whom they know very little or seemingly even the reason why they are waiting for him. Both men are grungily dressed: Vladimir in a singlet, jogging pants and bobble hat; Estragon in grubby fatigues and a winter fur hat with earflaps. Both have slept rough, Estragon in a ditch after having been beaten up, he says. Vladimir appears to have internal pains. Life is clearly not sweet for this odd couple.

It’s been said that Samuel Beckett has written a great play in which nothing happens and as the second act very much mirrors the first, he has written a play in which nothing happens twice. And yet we are engrossed in what action there is. Director James Macdonald moves the pair around the stage slowly but naturally. Occasionally in moments of anxiety Vladimir breaks into a run but fundamentally they (and we) are waiting. The partnership between Msamati and Whishaw is first rate. The clarity of diction from both men is excellent bringing out all the nuances of Beckett’s text. Whishaw is high energy and highly pitched, Msamati sullen, sulky and velvety.

Beckett describes his work as a ‘tragicomedy’ and it is hard to place exactly where this production lands. The audience laughs at the scene involving the inscrutable landowner Pozzo (Jonathan Slinger) and his cruelty towards his ‘menial’ Lucky (Tom Edden) but it isn’t funny really, is it? Lucky is brilliantly portrayed by Edden with his perfect repetitive actions, his jaw gaping, eyeballs popping and drool flailing. Edden gets his own round of applause for his ‘thinking’ scene but his ‘dancing’ routine could have been extended if the director wished to maximise the comic intent.

For the tragic side of things, the pointlessness of it all is evident, and the silences speak volumes. The two waiting friends consider suicide, but for as much as to find something to do than for ending things forever, it seems. The lasting memory of this production is seeing the bond of friendship grow between Vladimir and Estragon; their discrete holding of hands, or a gentle touch on the shoulder giving a poignancy amidst all the blathering. But with that comes an overwhelming sadness.

It is near on seventy years since the first production of this play which is thought by many as one of the finest in the English language (despite the original being in French!) and certainly ground-breaking in terms of the history of theatre. Waiting for Godot is a play that every theatre lover should see on stage, and this is a very fine production indeed with strong performances throughout. Ben Whishaw and Lucian Msamati are both outstanding. Go see it!


WAITING FOR GODOT at the Theatre Royal Haymarket

Reviewed on 19th September 2024

by Phillip Money

Photography by Marc Brenner

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

FARM HALL | ★★★★ | August 2024
HEATHERS | ★★★ | July 2021

WAITING FOR GODOT

WAITING FOR GODOT

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