John Guare’s 1990 play popularised the
notion that anyone on the planet can be mapped to anyone else in a
chain of no more than six steps of acquaintance. Indeed, a cult
favourite on the early World Wide Web (and still extant) was a Six
Degrees of Kevin Bacon site, on which you could link the player of your
choice to that prolific screen actor. The play was inspired by the
real-life case of David Hampton a few years earlier, who gained
lodging, meals and money from a number of notables by pretending to be
the son of Sidney Poitier. In Guare’s play, “Paul Poitier” builds up
dossiers on wealthy Manhattanites through a former high-school
classmate of their children; the acquaintance is close enough yet
nebulous enough to be plausible in his accounts. The real themes of the
piece, though, are belief and imagination. Paul appeals implicitly to
his victims’ imagination, so that they willingly use the same faculty
to flesh out their belief in him. The notion is emphasised by making
the protagonists, Flan and Ouisa Kittredge, art dealers specialising in
Impressionist and early abstract works.
The play is packed with allusion and citation, which it does not always
wear lightly; at times it begins to feel a little like a Dan Brown
novel. Guare, however, can unlike Brown write characters with depth.
Yet David Grindley’s production does not give them full rein. His
staging is as fluent as usual, but it suffers from his occasional
affliction of not going very far beneath the surface. For much of the
play’s 95-minute progress I felt as if I were watching a comedy of
Upper East Side manners. The clutch of children are not written as much
more than teen clichés and certainly go no further than that in
performance here. There is neither fluidity nor sufficient distinction
between the elements of brash straight-to-audience presentation and
those of more involved interaction onstage, so that when the emotional
tapestry grew more complex for Ouisa in particular, I did not feel
Lesley Manville taking me with her character into this territory. (She
and co-star Anthony Head, by the way, each have a Bacon number of 2.)
As Paul, Obi Abili is charming but does not radiate the necessary
trustworthiness. A personification of the overall production, in fact.
Written for the Financial
Times.