In 1997, the diptych
Blue Heart was one of the first
full flowerings of Caryl Churchill’s later, overtly surrealistic
period, as she began to find bizarre ways of opening up insight into
ordinary – or at any rate plausible – events.
The first of the pair of 35-or-so-minute pieces,
Heart's Desire, shows a family
waiting for their daughter's return from Australia. Her father, mother
and aunt play through the same scene, time and time again, a few
seconds at a time, with variations. Some variants appear to be
wish-fulfilment on the part of one character or another, as Andy de la
Tour and Amelda Brown as the parents take turns exploding in rage at
each other; some versions represent a collective attempt to settle on a
mutually acceptable compromise account which maintains the myth of a
tolerably stable family; some include random intrusions from, for
instance, a group of armed paramilitaries or an angry emu. With a more
or less definitive version of the daughter's arrival, the play ends in
mid-sentence.
In the second piece,
Blue Kettle,
Derek (Alex Beckett) tells several women they are his mother because he
was adopted at birth. The women find ways of "confirming" his story to
themselves, while Derek strings them along with the aim of defrauding
them, although it seems that the fabulation itself is his primary
impulse. At first occasionally, then with increasing frequency, words
are replaced seemingly at random with "blue" or "kettle". We find
ourselves at first restoring the missing words through the verbal
context, then increasingly interpreting the ever sketchier dialogue as
a whole (“He’d kettle blue blue the documents”) in the context of body
language, mood and already acquired information.
David Mercatali directs this co-production with the Tobacco Factory in
Bristol; he shows his characteristically keen sense of exactly what
scale of performances sits perfectly within a studio-sized space such
as the Orange Tree. One downside of this intimacy is that even the
rapid between-scenes resets of
Heart’s
Desire break the flow, or rather slow the staccato rhythm, of
the playlet. Nevertheless, it is a sharp illustration of the way
Churchill has turned old-school British theatrical absurdism into a
darker form of social and political critique.
Written for the Financial
Times.