| Nottingham
Evening Post A
young couple - Bri's a failing teacher; Sheila's involved in am dram -
have a daughter,
Josephine aka Joe, who's severely handicapped with cerebral palsy. This
is an autobiographical
work by Peter Nichols and it's a fine one.
But
not only is it a good play. It's well served by the sort of excellent
production we've come
to expect from director Matt Aston, with splendid acting all round, an
outstanding set and
credible background sound.
The
only problem - but it's a big one - is that the play might be dated. Its
message, thankfully,
no longer needs saying with the same urgency as it needed saying back
in 1967. It's difficult
to be categorical here but it might just be that the point has already
gone home.
It's
an interesting narrative technique. Over a few eventful hours at Christmas
time the characters
step out of the main action to use the audience as a sounding board and
to re-enact scenes from
their past. The play examines attitudes to, and the nature of, disability,
questions surrounding
euthanasia and the whole area of sick language and humour.
There
are good performances from the two leads, Mark Benton and Amy Robbins,
particularly
the latter. She's dark, practical and strong; he's all scruffy hair, elbow
pads, tweeds and corduroys.
Tim
Dantay, last seen in Nottingham as D H Lawrence in Empty Bed Blues, is
excellent as Freddie,
with a speech impediment. As Joe, Finn Atkins is completely realistic.
It
happens on a skewed and cluttered, sixties living room set with an even
more skewed skylight
above - all is not right. And we're given a solidly sixties sound in the
background.
It
seems a curious error of taste as well as internal logic to have Joe announcing
the interval,
but it's an unusual evening's theatre at various levels.
[Alan
Geary] |