Director Lyndsey Turner seems drawn to
plays in which the banal becomes charged with something darker looming
just out of vision. Her work at the Royal Court includes Mike
Bartlett’s
Contractions and
assistant direction on Martin Crimp’s
The
City and Jez Butterworth’s
The
Winterling, all different in style but similar in psychological
register. Now, as associate director at the Gate, she stages what was
originally another Court commission, the UK première of Juan
Mayorga’s 2004 play, which is more Pinteresque (yes, that’s the missing
word) than any of the aforementioned.
One man buttonholes another in a café; he seems absurdly happy
to have finally made the proper acquaintance of this chap whom he
greets in passing each morning in the stairwell of their apartment
building, but then reveals that he knows his companion is an illegal
immigrant. What follows could lead to an interesting meditation around
the paradox of blackmailing someone into being one’s friend; in the
event, the ensuing hour and a quarter-odd is much more impressionistic
and less engaged. What we see is simply how strained, pregnant and
oblique become the interactions between the two men, between them and
their respective wives… between each two of the quartet, in fact.
This is thematically linked to night, as simple as that. Not the
darkness of danger or terror, simply the darkness that makes things
less straightforward, more obscure in every sense. The two men meet in
the nocturnal animals’ house at the zoo; the victimised Tall Man
(Justin Salinger) works nights in an old people’s hospice; the electric
light in his flat goes on the blink, giving Short Man an opportunity to
pop downstairs and be slightly too intrusive to Tall Woman (Justine
Mitchell) while hubby’s at work; and so on. Scene changes are covered
by video snippets of a graveyard-shift TV show in which Matthew Dunster
plays a sleep-doctor in a fez.
The deliberately ambivalent tone is reinforced by casting actors better
known for their comic performances, Paul Hunter and Amanda Lawrence, as
Short Man and Short Woman. But the alleged satirical element is
scarcely visible. People are sometimes distant in the big city, and
quite often things aren’t fully revealed for one reason or another. Big
deal. We are reminded of as much every time we look about us when we
are out of an evening.
Written for the Financial
Times.