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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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Jayne Lunn as Helen and Florence Alison Daly as Florence with that glories headboard and a nice touch of an art deco lamp behind. Pictures: Chris Commander The Vortex
Sutton Arts Theatre
**** SO we have Florence Lancaster, a
socialite mother of, should we say, more mature years, a cougar I
believe is the more polite modern parlance, who massages her aging ego
with a steady succession of toy boys. In their cossetted, privileged world her
cuckolded husband David has long ago resigned himself to separate lives,
their paths crossing only when necessary, while her wastrel son, Nicky,
a pianist, has returned from a year doing little in Paris as a drug
addict and with a fiancée, Bunty, in tow. The only problem there being that his new love is
an ex of mum’s latest toy boy, Tom, a man who treats old Flo with a love
and affection bordering on complete indifference and who still obviously
carries a torch for Bunty. Nicky dislikes Tom being with his mother and is insanely jealous of Tom with Bunty, which doesn’t auger well, complicated even more by the fact it hardly needs a neon sign to advertise the fact Nicky is hardly a committed heterosexual. This was the picture painted by Noel Coward in
what was his first critically and financially successful play, assisted
no doubt by its notoriety. It is hard to imagine a play concerning an
unfaithful wife with a penchant for young lovers, a son with a cocaine
habit, and undertones of homosexuality would risk being banned – it’s an
average sort of episode for EastEnders after all. But in 1924 the
25-year-old Coward had to plead with the
Lord Chamberlain who reluctantly issued a licence.
In reality it was a play chronicling the
excesses of the upper classes with, as Coward, who wrote, directed and
played Nicky, put it, “a whacking great part in it for myself.”. We open in the Lancaster’s London apartment with
longstanding friend Helen, played with authentic poise and a lovely cut
glass accent by Jayne Lunn, talking to another friend Pauncefort
Quentin, and with a name like that Andy Tomlinson just had to be
effeminate, and he did it beautifully with an over the top flamboyance
worthy of the moniker. Then there is yet another friend Clara, played
with sense she is happiest when moaning by Valerie Tomlinson, Clara is a
somewhat needy society soprano engaged to warble at parties and soirees. Then there is Florence, played by Alison Daly, a
woman desperately chasing a youth and beauty that deserted her long ago.
Daly gives us a hedonistic woman, saying all the right things and
meaning very few of them in her narrow, selfish life where anything
disagreeable is always “tiresome”. Tom, played by Dan Holyhead, is the latest lover
boy, showing a certain degree of disdain for both Florence and her
feckless son and an unhealthy interest in Bunty played by Kira Mack, who
is adored by Florence and adores her in return – a mutual admiration
which only lasts as long as it is useful of course. And finally, there is Alan Lane’s David, the
quietly spoken, broken spirited father with a marriage in name only. The
main protagonists having appeared they are served by Preston the butler,
played by Wanda Harris, who says more with a telling look than the
script allowed her to express in words; it is a world of parties,
theatres, clubs and pleasure with a weekend at Florence’s country estate
to come. The second act, the weekend country house party,
in truth opens as a bit of a mess. With eight people dancing and music
playing the dialogue is virtually unintelligible. But, after the crowded, confused opening, which if nothing else, serves to show it is a party atmosphere, it settles down and we find a newcomer, Bruce Fairlight, a northern dramatist whose plays are full of squalor to contrast nicely with the party he is attending. Fairlight is played by Alan Lane again, in a
glorious suit to rival Joseph’s Technicolor dreamcoat, but his part in
proceedings is never really brought out so he appears as just bit of an
extra Inevitably with relationships built on little
more than a need for flattery or a whim
we start to see the cracks appear. It is a long way from the lovey dovey
relationship Florence and her vanity wanted from Tom, while Nicky and
Bunty’s pairing has all the security of a mouse in a cats’ home. Helen, who has tried to tell Florence Tom doesn’t
love her, now tries to straighten out Nicky. Good luck with that one,
love. The fuse has been lit and the inevitable explosion brings the
party to an abrupt end.
The final act is the business end of the play,
opening with Florence feeling sorry for herself on her bed, and as usual
expecting everyone to feel sorry with her, being comforted and gently
told a few home truths by Helen – until a drug addled Nicky arrives and
she leaves them alone. Whatever has gone before pales against a
brilliant dramatic scene between a nymphomaniac mother and her drug
addict son. Daly takes her role by the scruff of the neck and comes into
her own, pleading, defiant, defensive and unable to face growing old
while Chris Commander, who had been impressive throughout as Nicky, puts
in a quite stunning performance as the troubled son, and along with
Daly, takes the play to another level. Nicky perhaps sums Florence up best in his
powerful monologue when he tells her she never loved her lovers, “you
only loved them loving you!” and pleads with her to be his mother –
“It's about time I had one before I go over the edge altogether.”
Cracking stuff. Commander was George in
The Wedding Singer
and baddy Crowfoot in Jack and the
Beanstalk and this performance can only
add to a growing reputation. Stuart Goodwin’s set design is clever and up to
Sutton’s high standards and it took some imagination given the stage
limitations to create three sets with a classy 1920’s floor in the party
scene and a fabulous art deco headboard and clever touches in the final
scene. As a play it perhaps does not have the maturity nor the wit of Coward's later work, indeed it is a much grittier animal than we have become used to, full of anger and bitterness, but it did put him on the map and, almost a century on, with regular revivals, it has shown it has stood the test of time, helped no doubt by the fact infidelity and cocaine continue to make their mark in society. These days homosexuality is neither an offence
nor offensive and although the play might not have the titillation or
notoriety it managed in 1924, it is still a telling piece about the
nature of growing old, love, vanity and relationships. Directed by
Stuart Goodwin The Vortex swirls around to 04-02-17 Roger Clarke 27-01-17 |
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