The programme credit is unambiguous:
this is “a new play by Mark Ravenhill, inspired by Voltaire”, not an
adaptation from Voltaire’s novel; if any doubt remained, Voltaire
appears only in an inset of the centre spread’s graphic-novel-style
illustration of Ravenhill at his laptop. The French Enlightenment
philosophe has a walk-on part,
though, offering occasional sidelights on the main action.
That action is fragmented, almost as if we were watching five only
partially related playlets in the manner of Ravenhill’s
Shoot – Get Treasure – Repeat
series. After watching protagonist Candide, who has apparently been
lost in despondency, himself watching a dramatisation of the early
parts of his own narrative (with much sly metaheatricality ensuing), we
are jolted to a modern-day family party in which a young woman takes
violent opposition to Candide’s optimistic view that all is for the
best in this best of all possible worlds, and shoots her family before
turning the gun on herself. Cut again to the surviving mother from the
previous scene (Katy Stephens) telling and re-telling differing
versions of her story as a series of film scripts, evolving a bleaker
form of optimism which suggests that enduring abominations is a good
thing in itself in as much as we survive them. This view is summed up
by a script doctor as “the
Candide
principle – shit happens; we get over it.” A fourth, more Voltairean
act in which Candide discovers that the paradise of El Dorado is
emotionally hollow (and, less Voltairily, escapes on a farting sheep
carried aloft by toy balloons) is succeeded by a final futuristic scene
where the still youthful, long-comatose Candide confronts his
now-withered beloved Cunegonde, who has taken the long, eventful,
horrific way round. So much for the promised happy ending.
Ravenhill enjoys jumping between idioms and also crashing them
together; if Lyndsey Turner’s production has a flaw, it is that she is
too skilled at smoothing these disjunctions. Matthew Needham is a
suitably innocent Candide, with notable support in multiple roles from
the likes of John Hopkins, Steffan Rhodri and Ishia Bennison. Purists
will be dissatisfied, but this is no travesty of Voltaire’s original,
more a remix of it: the themes and the hooks remain, but sometimes
stripped down and sometimes with some extra programming on top.
Written for the Financial
Times.