A new play by Michael Frayn is always an
event, and here are a couple of dozen of them, published last year as a
collection of short plays which Frayn had written over the years but
done nothing with. To be honest, “short plays” does seem a little grand
for pieces lasting less than five minutes or so each; they are
sketches, and this evening constitutes an attempted revival of the now
neglected form of “intimate revue”.
The Hampstead auditorium has been reconfigured in the round, so that on
most sides there are only three or four rows of audience surrounding
the circular playing area. As if we didn’t already feel involved
enough, at various points some of the half-dozen performers come and
sit amongst us, palpate us as if we were vegetables in a supermarket or
wrap an implausibly long phone cable around our heads. Nina Wadia seems
particularly fond of trying to corpse her chosen civilian victims; for
once Mark Hadfield’s natural clowning is on a rather tighter rein.
Frayn is a consummate writer of intelligent comedy, and director Hamish
McColl approaches the material with an entirely fitting blend of
professionalism and playfulness. However, the more or less fortuitous
assemblage does not always do the playwright justice. He has a fine ear
for assorted jargons – the meaningless burble of award shows, or the
way mathematics sounds to the lay ear – but when he gets on to his
second or third piece about a canting politician it begins to feel like
an easy preoccupation. (Contrast with “A Stiff Drink”, which looks like
a parody of a Pinterian torture scene but sounds wonderfully like a
parody, rather, of academic dissections of Pinter’s work.)
Some subjects simply seem hackneyed: the garrulous woman on the phone,
the couple who can’t stop chattering on their mobiles. But he also
supplies material mocking the evening itself, such as a memorial
service for the recently departed interval and an Attenboroughesque
wildlife study of sceneshifters. There is plenty to admire and enjoy,
but much of its value is because Frayn has already impressed us rather
than because he does so here.
Written for the Financial
Times.