ENLIGHTENMENT
Hampstead Theatre, London NW3
Opened 6 October, 2010
**
If Edward Hall were to satisfy all critical observers with his first
production at the Hampstead helm following Anthony Clark’s troubled
tenure there, a new Hamlet
would not have sufficed. Nevertheless, Shelagh Stephenson’s new play
does not signal glad confident morning. Nor is it a disaster. It just,
like many plays, isn’t very compelling.
Lia and Nick (Julie Graham and Richard Clothier) are the mother and
stepfather of 20-year-old Adam, who went missing six months ago whilst
backpacking around the world. Lia seeks hope from increasingly dubious
sources, the latest being Joyce, an unconvincing medium; her father,
Cabinet minister Gordon (Paul Freeman), advocates using the media,
specifically a TV programme made by ambitious young(ish) Joanna (Daisy
Beaumont). So, family under stress, dealing and avoiding, how to move
on or not, etc etc. The entire first half is really a set-up for the
second, which takes place after the news breaks that Adam has been
found.
And is that second act about reintegration, further re-assessment and
so on? No. Oddly, it is the dramatic equivalent of one of the “yuppie
nightmare” movies of the 1980s such as Something Wild or After Hours, in which comfortable
lives are plunged into turmoil by the gratuitous arrival of a newcomer,
who is usually evil and frequently inexplicably so. This party conducts
a strategy of divide-and-conquer by lying to each of the goodies about
others, and in the end the situation can only be resolved by accepting
a certain degree of the moral pollution that has been introduced and
fighting back forcefully, sometimes violently.
There is passing mention that Adam may have died in “the Jakarta bomb”,
indicating upheavals in the outside world. But this is clearly not the
kind of “outside” which penetrates Lia and Nick’s “inside”, so
Stephenson’s intention of showing such an irruption is not served by
it. (Nor is the sense of any plausible “inside” well served by Francis
O’Connor’s simplistic, hyperreal/unreal playhouse of a set.) Allusions
to chaos theory, and how vast differences can result from the tiniest
variations in input, also fail to suggest any real hinterland to what
is simply a story of people suffering unpleasantness to no great end.