Rona Munro set out to write a trilogy
about the heyday of space exploration and found that the first of her
projected plays became a portrait of the Soviets’ “Chief Designer”,
whose identity remained a state secret until his death in 1967. Over
the previous two decades, Sergei Pavlovich Korolyov had been the
principal driving force behind the engineering of the USSR’s ICBM
programme, Sputnik and Vostok space projects and the early stages of
Soyuz. While the Americans had their “pet Germans” led by Wernher von
Braun, with thousands of workers and billions of dollars, remarks one
character, “we had Sergei Pavlovich and convicts and some university
students”. A secondary focus is the first group of cosmonauts, from
whom Yuri Gagarin emerged as a Soviet icon, “the perfect proletarian
candidate” for first man in space.
However, the material resists attempts to turn it into a Soviet version of
The Right Stuff,
partly because of the theorist Korolyov’s centrality to the entire
programme and partly because here politics always trumps heroism. The
opening image of Roxana Silbert’s production is a juxtaposition of
patriotic oratory from Stalin with inmates in a gulag, including
Korolyov. The environment in which he later worked was one of
constantly shifting allegiances, denunciations, factions and
ideologically based decision-making; almost in passing, we see
Krushchev being ousted by Brezhnev. (Munro is excellent at introducing
figures such as these two and Gagarin in ways which are dramatically
unshowy but elicit an “Oh, so THAT’S who he is!” moment in the viewer.)
Darrell
D’Silva is fine casting as Korolyov, possessed of an unconventional
charisma that makes you imagine you can smell the sweat of even
intellectual labour. Noma Dumezweni seems at first underused as the
doctor who threads through his life, until a second-act duologue that
binds the two together powerfully. Brian Doherty is an exuberantly
foul-mouthed Krushchev, Dyfan Dwyfor a Gagarin always smiling and lucky
until his career peaks too early and leaves him nothing else to do, and
Greg Hicks enjoys his unreconstructed rumblings as the Stalinist
military supervisor of the engineering projects. Ultimately, though,
this is a good evening rather than a great one: it is not simply our
unfamiliarity with Korolyov which makes two and three-quarter hours of
his story feel a bit of a slog.
Written for the Financial
Times.