Director
Benedict Andrews (who replaced Luc Bondy at the helm of Sydney Theatre
Company’s international touring production shortly before it went into
rehearsal last year) and translator Martin Crimp have resisted making
Botho Strauss’s play unspecific. Personal and place names remain
unrepentantly German, right down to protagonist Lotte’s old address on
the Straße des 13. Januar in Saarbrücken. Strauss’s observations may
have universal application, but they are
about Germany.
Not, however, about contemporary Germany. The play was written in 1978
and previously (as
Great And Small)
enjoyed a West End run in 1983 starring Glenda Jackson; not even the
current central casting of Cate Blanchett could achieve as much for it
today – two and a half weeks at the Barbican, that’s your lot. Crimp’s
text now mentions nanotechnology and the currency is the euro, but
still includes references to “the war generation” which now make no
sense amongst the population of the play. And as the onstage world
(notwithstanding the absurdities included by Strauss) makes less sense,
then so does Lotte’s journey within it and her inability to find any
kind of place for herself there.
This is not the kind of thing that would worry Lotte, at least until
the wind begins to go out of her psychological sails in the final
couple of scenes. She is almost incurably optimistic, whether living in
her ex’s apartment house, tracking down an old classmate and conversing
with her via entryphone, or making ridiculous secretarial efforts for a
new squeeze who is a minor civic bureaucrat. Through it all, though,
she remains chained to her past with that former lover… so perhaps the
dislocated Germany of this version is apt for her after all.
Blanchett is riveting throughout: animated and vibrant, her Lotte shows
us exactly what she is thinking and feeling at every instant, and does
so with as much energy as the other 13 players put together. But
Strauss’s dramatic world – atomised and anomic, as so often in his
work, and realised in a beautifully minimal set design by Johannes
Schütz – gets the better of her in the end. The degree to which we
relate to that world is moot; what is beyond dispute is the quality of
Blanchett’s performance.
Written for the Financial
Times.