Caryl Churchill’s play, unrevived in
London since its 1983 première, is not exactly a laugh a minute. It
belongs to the genre sometimes called the “it’s grim up north” play,
only in this case for “up north” substitute “over in East Anglia”. Ria
Parry’s production brings out the bleak, wintry aspect of the fen
landscape by laying a strip of soil across the middle of the
Finborough’s space; seated in traverse, we watch the company of six
harvest potatoes from this strip, clear it of rocks and stones, and
also treat it as a variety of indoor spaces from living room to pub.
The evening begins as we file in with, literally, a lot of clap-trap,
as just such a wooden noise-making device is used to scare away the
birds hovering in Dave Price’s excellent sound design.
Churchill,
too, flutters around her huge subject, alighting momentarily on a
number of different approaches: historical reminiscence, individual
narrative, dramatic collage, and of course economic polemic. The play
dates from a period of heavy corporate land acquisition, turning large
numbers of farmers into tenants on their own ancestral land as profits
shrank and costs and duties rose. Parry does not attempt to update the
setting: Eighties pop threads through the soundtrack, and the few
youthfully fashionable clothes on display show the shapeless
flamboyance of the era. But these are rare spots of colour in a picture
painted predominantly in greys and duns.
The
cast of six play over twenty roles between them including a Japanese
businessman, a ghost, and a stilt-walking “fen tiger” resisting the
drainage of the area centuries ago. Time and again we see exploitation,
whether of casual workers by farmers, of farmers by bigger companies,
or even within families; the prevailing strain of the play is
suffering, with the relationship of Val and Frank which weaves through
the play reaching an inevitably doomy culmination. (Nor is the picture
much different beyond the stage, with planning applications pending for
a number of super-farms and the profit of the average grazing livestock
farm predicted to fall this year to £11,500, almost exactly half the
mean UK personal income.) All told, then, notwithstanding Churchill’s
skill as a playwright and the comparative rarity value of this revival,
it’s hardly a sparkling proposition for a night out.
Written for the Financial
Times.