PROMPT CORNER 25-26/2012:
In The Republic Of Happiness
Royal Court Theatre, London SW1
Opened 12 December, 2012
I found the experience of watching In The Republic Of Happiness
surprisingly interesting. In the few days between its opening and
the performance I attended, it had already become known as “theatrical
Marmite” – people either loved it or hated it – and I wasn’t acting as
one of its prime cheerleaders myself. I was, to be honest,
finding it fairly annoying… though evidently not as intensively so as
some other members of the audience. That last phrase is
deliberately ambiguous: I mean both that I didn’t find it as annoying
as they did, and that I didn’t find it as annoying as I found
them. There seemed to be something about the play that provoked
not just discontent, but conspicuous
discontent. The woman sitting beside me, for instance, seemed
unable to restrain herself from kvetching about it to her
companion. In the end I fell prey to some fairly base rancour
myself, and whispered sarcastically to her, “Could you speak up,
please? I can’t quite make out everything you’re saying.”
Only a little while after that did it occur to me that Crimp’s
intention may have been to so provoke and irk us, that the play’s very
function may have been to get up our noses like a little finger.
After all, director Dominic Cooke had said (in words he may have come
to regret) that he wanted in his time at the Court to address its
middle-class primary constituency more directly: what can be more
direct than goading it? To which the affronted response is, yes,
but what’s so elevated about just insulting your audience?
Nothing, of course, but that’s not what Crimp’s play does. It
doesn’t tell us how ridiculous our attitudes and values are – it shows
us. It even does so in song, parodying itself along with
us. Suddenly, I began to admire the play much more… though not to
like it. I might just manage even that if I were to see it again
armed with the insight of Messrs Hitchings and Billington that it is
structurally a caricature of Dante’s Divine
Comedy. Well, maybe just possibly.
Written for Theatre Record.