A VERY VERY VERY DARK MATTER
Bridge Theatre, London SE1
If I were to say that A Very Very Very Dark Matter is by Martin McDonagh, most recently famed for the tightly disciplined film Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri and whose gory Oirish drama The Lieutenant Of Inishmore I reviewed here a few months ago on its West End revival, you wouldn’t think me any more sane. But McDonagh also wrote The Pillowman, a dark dramatic fable that has haunted the dreams of many, about stories as psychological and political weapons. He likes stories, so writing another shall we say extreme piece about how they come to be is natural for him.
The première of The Pillowman, at the National Theatre when Nicholas Hytner was running it, featured Jim Broadbent, who now comes to Hytner’s Bridge Theatre as Hans Christian Andersen. Broadbent has become ever more revered as an actor, but we shouldn’t forget that he first made his name being generally silly, and he relishes returning to this territory. His Andersen is a casual torturer, true, but above all an airy-fairy twerp. McDonagh being McDonagh, there are expletives aplenty in the script, which is likewise a welcome throwback for Phil Daniels: his language is at its saltiest in years as, of all people, Dickens. No, honestly. And a voiceover narration has been recorded by Tom Waits: when he’s the voice of reason, you know you’re not in Kansas any more.
The most controlled, most in-control character is Marjory, the literally dark fount of stories. Johnetta Eula’Mae Ackles embodies Matthew Dunster’s approach to direction: increasingly loving the wild side, but never sacrificing his natural attentiveness. She also gets some of the most serious content, about the still largely ignored massacres by the Belgians in the then-Congo Free State in the latter 19th century. The title may even allude to the mysterious invisible stuff that apparently constitutes some 90% of the universe. All that in only 80 minutes. McDonagh keeps threatening to quit writing for the stage; this pinball-cannoning, psycho jamboree is exactly why we should be glad he hasn’t.
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