CALLED TO ACCOUNT
Tricycle Theatre, London NW6
Opened 23 April, 2007
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Browsing in the National Theatre's bookshop recently, I noticed that
the names of prominent playwrights placed on the A-Z shelves as
landmarks for navigation now include Richard Norton-Taylor. The Guardian's security affairs editor
has now assembled half a dozen "tribunal" dramas based on transcripts
of events from the Nuremberg war crimes trials to the Saville inquiry
into Bloody Sunday. These have been staged at the Tricycle Theatre by
its artistic director Nicolas Kent in a deliberately low-key style.
Everything is as naturalistic as possible; the drama comes from the
details of the testimony and our shared sense of the importance of the
events dealt with.
It was, I suppose, a natural step from this to commissioning a tribunal
in order to be dramatised. Called To
Account is subtitled The
Indictment Of Anthony Charles Lynton Blair For The Crime Of Aggression
Against Iraq: A Hearing. A number of lawyers (ironically, from
Matrix Chambers, whose members also include Blair's wife) questioned
various witnesses in an attempt to determine whether or not a war
crimes prosecution against the Prime Minister might be viable. The
"witnesses" included British and foreign politicians and diplomats such
as former Secretary of State for International Development Clare Short,
former chairman of the Defense Policy Board Richard Perle and former
U.N. weapons inspector Scott Ritter.
As ever in these plays, some impersonations are eerily accurate (Diane
Fletcher as Short), some look or sound little like their originals but
capture the essence of their character (Terrence Hardiman as Bob
Marshall-Andrews M.P.), and some are quite self-effacing: William
Hoyland always makes a useful man-in-a-suit, and plays two of them
here, whereas Thomas Wheatley refrains from giving any strong
personality to "prosecutor" Philippe Sands QC.
Individual turns of phrase leap out. Perle (played by Shane Rimmer),
for instance, on whether the intelligence available in 2002-3 was
sufficient to justify the use of force: "It was wrong, but it was
adequate." Or Edward Mortimer (Jeremy Clyde), Kofi Annan's director of
communications, on his response to news that the premises of some
members of the U.N. Security Council may have been bugged during the
quest for an authorising resolution: "'I was shocked', rather in the
sense of Claude Rains in Casablanca."
One may seize on such moments with relief, as it takes some time to
grasp the chronology of various meetings, minutes and statements on
which the "prosecution" base their case: that Blair had taken a
decision to join the U.S. at war as early as spring 2002, for the
purpose of regime change rather than because of alleged weapons of mass
destruction, and that he manipulated evidence to politicians and public
in order to justify the campaign.
Herein lies the play's potential problem. Although no "verdict" is
given at the end of the two and a half hours (since this is not a trial
but an inquiry to see whether, in Sands' words, "there is a case for Mr
Blair to answer"), what we hear seems immensely one-sided. Whether this
imbalance is due to the editing process (which, on Norton-Taylor's
record, I doubt), to the bias of those who chose to co-operate with the
project, or to an actual preponderance of evidence, is the question. In
a discussion after the press night performance, chaired by broadcaster
Jon Snow and also including Liberal Democrat leader Menzies Campbell,
columnist David Aaronovitch averred that "This isn't anything we didn't
already know." Very little that's new is brought to light, certainly,
but this does not mean, as Aaronovitch implied, that it is futile to
try to reach a meaningful conclusion. This is theatre both as confected
sensation and as direct civic engagement.
Written for the Financial
Times.
Copyright © Ian Shuttleworth; all rights
reserved.
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