“Once
trust is lost, it’s gone for ever […] friendship, marriage,
government…” It is obliging of Hugh Whitemore to spell out in the final
scene what his latest play is all about, since without that remark I
would have been at a loss to draw its several threads together. Even as
it is, I doubt that that single truistical line can do so effectively.
The principal strand chronicles the Suez crisis of 1956, when Anthony
Eden’s British government conspired with the French in an ill-fated
invasion to seize back the newly nationalised Suez Canal from Col.
Nasser’s Egypt. We see Eden’s high-strung fury, the complaisance of
Foreign Secretary Selwyn Lloyd in the invasion scheme, and his junior
minister Anthony Nutting’s moral reservations. But there’s more. The
Edens were close friends of author Ian Fleming and his wife Ann; after
Eden’s nervous breakdown at the end of that year, he convalesced at
Fleming’s Jamaican villa Goldeneye. Meanwhile, Ann was conducting an
affair with the leader of the Labour opposition Hugh Gaitskell. But
there’s more still: flashback cameos from Eden’s Edwardian baronet (and
martinet) father; a clutch of references to other events of ’56, from
the Hungarian uprising to the première of
Look Back In Anger (and, in
passing, the year’s plum harvest); a few anachronisms, and a
self-satisfied gag made of the bizarre but true coincidence that one of
the stewards on a cruise Eden took in 1957 was a young John Prescott,
later Tony Blair’s deputy Prime Minister. That’s a lot for two and a
half hours. There’s probably even more, but I already feel like the
schoolboy in the Gary Larson cartoon, pleading, “May I be excused? My
brain is full.”
Philip Franks’ production is attentive as always, with fluid scene
changes that successfully counteract the bittiness of the structure. A
quality cast turn in diligent performances: Anthony Andrews and Abigail
Cruttenden as the Edens, Simon Dutton and Imogen Stubbs as the
Flemings, Nicholas le Prevost as Gaitskell, David Yelland as Lloyd.
Some interesting ideas are thrown up about the relationship between
events of that time and/or their echoes today… but no sooner does a
thought arise than it flashes off again. Eden’s successor Harold
Macmillan remarked that a politician’s biggest problem was “Events,
dear boy, events”; Whitemore seems to have found that they may also be
a dramatist’s.
Written for the Financial
Times.