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Stars explained: * A production of no real merit
with failings in all areas. ** A production showing evidence of not
enough time or effort, or even talent, and which never breathes any real
life into the piece – or a show lumbered with a terrible script. *** A
good enjoyable show which might have some small flaws but has largely
achieved what it set out to do.**** An excellent show which shows a
great deal of work and stage craft with no noticeable or major
flaws.***** A four star show which has found that extra bit of magic
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Drama with the appliance of Science
Danish dilemma: Len Schofield
and Alison Daly play Niels and Magrethe Bohr in the SAT production of
Copenhagen with Ian Cornock (Werner Heisenberg) sitting unobtrusively in
the background. CopenhagenSutton Arts Theatre, Sutton Coldfield***** IT was a remarkably
poor house by SAT standards, even before the interval.
Afterwards, it was plain that about a
dozen patrons had decided that they could cope no longer – which was
understandable, because even playwright Michael Frayn would possibly
agree that his extraordinarily wordy opus would struggle to come
under the heading of Entertainment. Nevertheless, the
very fact of its remorseless refusal to offer any suggestion of a
lightness of touch, any relief from the often ferocious nature of
its scientific conversations – and, indeed, any action – makes the
achievement of director Patrick Richmond-Ward and his company of
three in getting so assuredly to grips with it all the more worthy
of salutation. No, it is not a play intended to send the
patrons home rejoicing. It is the story of two atomic physicists,
their work and the relationship it produced. It is a theme that is
not to be messed about with. It makes no allowances for relief. You
have to take it on its own terms. Do that, however, and you will surrender to
the sheer weight of scientific arguments and moral decisions.
The noise of the arguments, too: from time to time, the
confrontations achieve a high-decibel dynamic, nose-to-nose, no
quarter given.
It all happens against a white background, on
a set consisting of a white aluminum table, a few white aluminum
chairs and a skeletal white tree. There is nothing, that is, to take
your mind off the words. Words, for instance, like waves,
particles, causality and partial universality; words that
give an inkling of what makes nuclear fission happen – or, indeed,
not happen. It is a special experience, just to watch the
way in which Len Schofield and Ian Cornock throw science into the
mix in their roles as two German physicists – and give every
impression that they actually know what they are talking about. They
play, respectively, Niels Bohr, who was a Jew, and Werner Heisenberg
– two men who did actually work together for a few years before the
Second World War. Alison Daly is Magrethe Bohr, wife of the
older man; intermittently injecting the human touch into the
intensity of conversations that otherwise tend to spark and resound
without her. All praise for the way in which she retains the
concentration that enables her to chip in unfailingly at the right
time, when it would be entirely understandable if her thoughts were
to wander elsewhere. Len Schofield and Ian Cornock have far larger
roles. Indeed, no exaggeration is involved in saying that each man
produces a tour do force in a veritable minefield of verbiage
which, apart from anything else, finds them referring unerringly and
often very rapidly to nearly three dozen scientists who were
contemporaries of Bohr and Heisenberg. These are remarkable
performances in a challenging piece of theatre.
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