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A LESSON FROM AUSCHWITZ

★★★

White Bear Theatre

A LESSON FROM AUSCHWITZ

White Bear Theatre

★★★

“crisply executed, powerful and deliberately gruelling”

Auschwitz, 1941.

Topical?

On the day this quasi-monologue was staged at the White Bear Theatre, The Washington Post reported that US Immigration and Customs Enforcement was acquiring a series of sprawling industrial warehouses in at least eight states.

One, a former auto parts distribution centre in New York, becomes unbearably hot in the summer. Two former workers say so.

The purpose of those buildings?

Mass detention.

The comparison is crude and dissonant. But it also will not go away. Because the most striking legacy of this brutish Brother Wolf Production is our casual familiarity with the infrastructure, process and language of hate.

We know all about the lexicon of otherness, talk of tainted blood, of criminal races, of the necessary elimination of the enemy within and the means by which such a goal might be achieved.

Writer-director James Hyland’s nasty lecture reminds us that the past is not a foreign country.

This short, sharp shock of a piece is based on true events. Hyland is Rudolf Höss, Commandant of the Nazi concentration camp known as Auschwitz. He has assembled his SS personnel – us – to a secret meeting with the express purpose of unveiling Hitler’s final solution to the Jewish question – extermination.

No more ghettoes, emigration, detention. Instead, elimination.

Auschwitz will become the “largest human slaughterhouse in history”. All this is done for the protection of German blood and carried out under the law.

And we are the accomplices, we are the secret holders, we are the SS and Hyland looks into our eyes to see whether we have the requisite steel to carry out this most favoured project.
It is disturbing.

But not as disturbing as the treatment of Abraham Konisberg, an escapee, who stands there in his “striped pyjamas” complete with crumpled Star of David and his number, 1-26947.

He is there as guinea pig and exhibit. Höss insists on showing us how a Jew must be treated. He systematically tortures the man, close to death. There are 25 strikes with a whip. Count them, because Abraham has to and we must too.

Ashton Spear (who plays Abraham) must weep, howl and crack and he does so with a sickening, gut-wrenching potency. Count them, those 25 strikes over 15 of the most difficult minutes I have spent in a small theatre space.

The whole production is less than an hour because who can stand any more? It is nauseating.

Hyland, as Hoss, is cajoling, menacing, terrifying, charming. He sells poison as cordial.

Sometimes he screams with the dangerous light of the zealot in his eyes, other times he sounds like your sing-song boss hosting a PowerPoint on sales growth in Quarter Four.

He presents the killer gas Zyklon B as your line manager might a new AI sales platform. Think of the productivity benefits! What we can accomplish in a fraction of the time!

Yes, there is a mild twist at the end which results in the prisoner making a telling point and Höss – not in the least bit credibly – having a flicker of doubt. But it counts for nothing. We know how it ends. He lives in a villa inside the camp with his five children and, over the barbed wire fence, 1.1 million are murdered.

A Lesson From Auschwitz is crisply executed, powerful and deliberately gruelling. But it is not a piece of entertainment. There is no consolation to be found here, and there never should be.



A LESSON FROM AUSCHWITZ

White Bear Theatre

Reviewed on 31st January 2026

by Giles Broadbent

 

 

 

 

A LESSON FROM AUSCHWITZ

A LESSON FROM AUSCHWITZ

A LESSON FROM AUSCHWITZ

THE PROBLEM WITH THE SEVENTH YEAR

★½

White Bear Theatre

THE PROBLEM WITH THE SEVENTH YEAR

White Bear Theatre

★½

“didn’t have enough fight in it”

The Problem With The Seventh Year written by Nicholas Pierpan and directed by Paul O’Mahony opened at The White Bear Theatre and told the story of an unnamed man’s life as an ex-boxer and medical student.

After realising that he isn’t a good enough boxer to have a career, looking to keep his hunger for the sport in his life, he combines his two pursuits and becomes a cut-man; a cut-man being someone who provides medical support between rounds of a boxing match. During the retelling of his life he makes enemies, falls in love and has to make conscionable decisions at the mercy of his reputation.

Unfortunately this didn’t make for a very compelling story. The hardest thing for a one person play not to be, is someone standing on stage rambling on at you. Due to a lack of dynamism in direction and performance, as well as a script that lacked the nuance of the proposed character, this is what it became.

From the very start the play speaks on the characteristics of a boxer and how that counterparts that of a doctor, but then doesn’t offer you anything beyond brutish, unemotional dialogue. The script’s attempt at philosophy are somewhat trite with cliché images of water as well as a biblical reference which explains the title of the piece, but ultimately leaves you rolling your eyes.

The play starred James McGregor who took control of the stage calmly and along with O’Mahony’s direction, ensured that every member of the audience was involved in the intimate venue. McGregor’s breaking of the fourth wall was natural keeping the audience at ease with his smooth American register. His strongest moments were when he was re-enacting conversations between other people and he was allowed the opportunity to be dynamic in voice and body.

Despite this an uncharismatic character cannot always be made charismatic. The performance lacked emotional levels and while every corner of the stage was in use, the movement was stale and repetitive. Sadly, McGregor was too likeable to play the proposed character who is implied to be a mean-spirited, hard-shelled, at times menacing man and his shadow-boxing wasn’t fooling anyone. It was an unconvincing performance but not entirely his fault.

The direction lacked grit and should’ve been made a much louder, bolder performance had they leant into some of the more interesting sides of the character that went unexplored, for example, the duality of his masculinity being split between a rageful, masochistic pursuit and an intellectual, caring one.

The uninspired minimalist costume and set (Lu Herbert) didn’t help matters either. They left too much to the audience’s imagination which the director didn’t manage to make up for. Theatre can be a fun opportunity to explore imagery as well as dialogue and their approach felt like a missed opportunity. McGregor’s costume looked as though he’d just hauled himself through a Primark factory and a Casio watch on his wrist led you to question the period of this piece which remains unclear.

The lighting (Will Hayman) was a strong suit of the piece with LED lights laid along the edge of the stage and beams at each corner of the stage emulating the feeling of a boxing ring. Subtle changes helped steady the pacing of the piece and the hanging light from the ceiling made for some very satisfying split-lighting images.

Overall the problem with The Problem With The Seventh Year was that it didn’t have enough fight in it, it lacked energy and without a revamp it’s not one to see.



THE PROBLEM WITH THE SEVENTH YEAR

White Bear Theatre

Reviewed on 30th October 2025

by Adam Mir

Photography by Lidia Crisafulli


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

CANDY | ★★★★ | June 2025
HAUNTED SHADOWS: THE GOTHIC TALES OF EDITH NESBIT | ★★★ | January 2025
UNTIL SHE SLEEPS | ★★★ | November 2024
SEVEN DAYS IN THE LIFE OF SIMON LABROSSE | ★★★½ | October 2024
THE BOX | ★★★ | July 2024
JUST STOP EXTINCTION REBELLION | ★★★ | February 2024

 

 

THE PROBLEM WITH THE SEVENTH YEAR

THE PROBLEM WITH THE SEVENTH YEAR

THE PROBLEM WITH THE SEVENTH YEAR