*** Bizarre 15-minute piece that's all a matter of style
Martin Crimp's playlet seems to be about how presentation distracts us from content, but don't quote me on that – it's just plain weird.
Three people appear to be holding a script discussion about a story involving a mass murderer of schoolchildren. But we know that this is an artificial performance, because one of them keeps taking prompts (all written into the script), which drive him to increasing fury. After several minutes of this, he steps behind a microphone and starts booming a blues song about a character peripheral to the original story. Then, after a quarter of an hour, it's over. Confused? Yep, me too.
The only thing I can see linking these various devices is that they
all have the effect of making us pay more attention to the way the words
are delivered than to what those words say, so that we treat these bleak
stories, and even the wild outburst against the prompter, as amusing entertainment.
A woman behind me in the audience told her companion that Samuel Beckett
described his short plays as "taking an idea for a walk", and that seems
to fit Crimp's brief piece and Katie Mitchell's production – staged under
the same rules as the main show which precedes it, Nightsongs. No
real destination; just a curious theatrical stroll.
Written for divento.com
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