Towards the end of Tom Cairns’ fine
production, there is a moment of exquisite non-contact as the artist
Galactia, being freed from her Venetian prison, does not quite grasp
the hand of her former lover and fellow painter Carpeta. The moment
extended, and still further, forming a tableau of non-connection… until
the stage manager informed the press-night house that a technical hitch
had halted the action. It made a useful emblem for what Cairns and his
cast bring to this play which is normally absent from Howard Barker’s
work.
The last major London production of a Barker piece, other than by his
own dedicated company The Wrestling School, was the 1990 stage premiere
of this same play, written six years earlier for radio. There is a
school of opinion, led once again by Barker, that his neglect by the
British theatrical establishment (including the Arts Council, which
ceased funding The Wrestling School in 2007) is because he offers too
strong medicine. Strong undoubtedly, but not necessarily medicinal. I
used to lament that a moment’s lapse of concentration during one of
Barker’s rigorous staged moral examinations meant one was vainly
playing catch-up for the rest of the evening; I now realise that one
feels like that anyway. His work is like a stick of bitter rock: take a
cross-section through it at any point, and the message is the same:
THINK! NO! THINK HARDER! NO!
REALLY
THINK!
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not in fact as remorseless as many of his plays. Even as Galactia turns
her civic commission, a vast canvas commemorating the 1571 Battle of
Lepanto, into a gruesome vista of the horror of war rather than the
intended celebration of Venetian values, even as the complex
relationships between artist, critic, patron and society are dissected,
Cairns and company find great humour and an enduring human warmth. For
once these characters are not mere animated propositions in an austere
sermon. Fiona Shaw is of course beautifully suited to play Galactia,
being both fearsomely intelligent and by nature an enemy of misplaced
earnestness. This is an impassioned protagonist, but her passion is
about her life and work, not an abstract passion about the crucial
necessity of passion. Tim McInnerny’s Doge is (although he may rightly
loathe the glibness of the analogy) often as bathetic as his Captain
Darling in BBC-TV’s
Blackadder,
but with it he displays political nous rather than military stupidity.
Foremost among a strong supporting cast are Jamie Ballard as Carpeta,
Robert Hands as the Doge’s admiral brother and Phoebe Nicholls as the
critic who masterminds a policy of repressive tolerance towards
Galactia’s defiance. Cairns and designer Hildegard Bechtler use the
Lyttelton’s stage to evoke the scale of the vast yet unseen canvas, and
implicitly that of the issues themselves. If only Barker could learn to
stage his own work this sensitively.
Written for the Financial
Times.