Once in a while an overtly critical,
agenda-driven play turns out to be written in such a way that it
unintentionally serves as an example of precisely what it has set out
to indict. Richard Vergette’s drama (briefly seen in London in an
earlier version entitled
As We
Forgive Them a couple of years ago) deals with a murder victim’s
patrician father setting out to educate the vicious youngster serving
life without parole for her killing. In three scenes set in successive
American presidential election years (2008, ’12 and ’16), we see Lee
Fenton grow in articulacy and sensibility as well as literacy, and John
Daniels attain presidential cabinet rank as a result of his
determination.
Then, in the final ten or so minutes of the 80-minute play, Vergette
lands the one-two punch that constitutes his point. Each of these
characters has been manipulating the other over all these years,
engineering their assumptions and positioning them for this pay-off.
Except that, in order to preserve the impact of these revelations,
Vergette has had to do exactly the same to us. This much might be
conscious, but how can he expect us to condemn, or at least to regard
unflinchingly, the machinations of the characters without being
similarly unbending towards those of the writer?
In any case, the payoff comes too late. By this point we have seen too
much of apparently well-meaning but pompous Daniels,
no-hoper-given-new-hope Fenton and the third main character,
evangelistic redneck-by-numbers prison warden Stevens. We have seen at
least two of them, in Lisa Forrell’s production, give too demonstrative
performances as these too demonstrative characters (Ryan Gage as Fenton
keeps things rather better reined in) and heard plentiful examples of
British actors doing American accents badly: “Cowngrsmn”, “drorring”
and the like. We may have been wondering how this predictable chain of
events could resolve itself, and half-expected some such kind of final
reversal; we may have been (well, I was) considering the play’s
arguments about politics, grief and revenge in the light of figures
such as the late Irish senator Gordon Wilson (Google him). One way or
another, we may well be disinclined to grant that the evening adds up
to a coherent argument or commentary on American or any other justice.
Written for the Financial
Times.