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“Teeth ’N’ Smiles” at the Duke of York’s Theatre

Lots of people from David Hare’s generation never got over the protests of 1968. For the 50th revival of this play, the hangover the Soixante-huitards felt in the early the 1970s is clear enough but it is, understandably, diluted. There’s still enough in Teeth ’N’ Smiles to engage. The piece raises questions about the role – and price – of art that are interesting, even if they feel like old ground.

Director Daniel Raggett’s production keeps the play’s bold moves. The action revolves around a rock concert at a Cambridge May ball (cue lots of predictable remarks about class). But the observations on the band’s members – who are toxic to a man – are sharp. The performances, from an ensemble who all exaggerate a little too much, do nothing to redeem this collection of man children. The humour grates and the substance abuse bores. I’m sure it’s deliberate… but it isn’t nice. There’s a similarly sinister, you could argue clichéd, manager who delivers a more successful villain. It’s a perfect role for Phil Daniels, who makes the part look very easy, which is a skill.

The band and their singer Maggie have a cult following, so we’re never really sure if they are actually any good. That creates a smart tension and it is with the role of tragic troubadour that the show takes off. Maggie is a fantastic creation, troubled to mythic proportions and furiously smart; one of those selfish and flawed characters you still admire. Taking the role, Rebecca Lucy Taylor (aka Self Esteem) shows strong acting skills and fantastic singing.

It is Taylor’s performance that makes the musical interludes work. The songs are mostly period pieces, written by Nick and Tony Bicât with additions from Taylor, and not to all tastes. But they fit well and the formidable energy behind them provides a commentary on Maggie’s wish to keep moving.

Arguably, Teeth ’N’ Smiles’ boldest move is to carry this investigation into progress to its love story. Maggie’s song-writing ex-boyfriend, a role we might align with that of the playwright, becomes a mere foil. It’s a shame for Michael Fox, who does well as the male lead, but a smart move for the play. Our heroine was always more interesting and talented than the men around here and, while the play might seem to end in the tragedy of an arrest, there’s a sense of triumph that Maggie is finally breaking free.

Until 6 June 2026

www.teethnsmilesplay.com

Photo by Helen Murray

“Kerry Jackson” at the National Theatre

If you are already tired of seasonal fare – there’s a lot of Christmas carolling going on in theatreland at the moment – this clever class comedy is a gift. With no Santa in sight, it’s a smart play from April De Angelis – and briskly directed by Indhu Rubasingham – that’s full of good jokes.

The titular heroine is a new restaurant owner and fine comic creation that makes a cracking part for Fay Ripley. Initially presented as a working-class cliché, Kerry overshares outrageously, and her every view is politically incorrect. And Kerry can be clueless – she’s called the business El Barco and put a mural of a shipwreck on the wall. You almost feel bad for laughing… but laugh you will. How much can we admire determination based on delusions?

The location is gentrified Walthamstow Village – cue class conflict – where local philosophy teacher Stephen and his Gen-Z daughter (skilfully performed by Michael Gould and Kitty Hawthorne) live. De Angelis is just as sharp about these hand-wringing liberals and the result just as funny. Since they are grieving for their wife and mother, there’s more sympathy, cleverly nurtured. But Kerry’s gaffs, delivered brilliantly by Ripley, are just all the more cringeworthy.

A homeless man called Will and Kerry’s talented chef, Athena, bring problems that connect to class and introduce topical ‘issues’ to the play. This is a piece obsessed with privilege… which can prove tiresome. Will’s objectional politics and Athena’s immigration status should give other characters pause for thought. The suggestion is that politics, both left and right, can’t deal with these real-life problems. Credit comes from dealing with the topics in depth, and creating two more great roles that Madeline Appiah and Michael Fox excel in. Yet it seems impossible for playwrights to introduce ‘privilege’ without seeming to lecture. And, in this play, that really stands out.

It’s Kerry who counts and, to De Angelis’ credit, she is an unusual figure to see take centre stage. It’s not as if a lot of sense is talked, and Kerry’s romances are improbable (there’s another love interest for her – an uncomfortable role that Gavin Spokes does well with). Furthermore, Kerry has a very nasty side. It’s a further tribute to Ripley that the character rides through a disappointing tirade. Again, Angelis is even handed – there’s a comeuppance for Stephen and a softer approach to the younger generation that shows a generous spirit. Kerry Jackson does tick boxes but is specific enough to convince (the detail is great). There’s plenty to digest, not least when it comes to Kerry’s tiramisu. And it gets a lot of laughs along the way.

Until 28 January 2022

www.nationaltheatre.org.uk

Photos by Marc Brenner

“A Lie of the Mind” at the Southwark Playhouse

Sam Shepard’s award-winning 1985 play is a slow-burning, haunting family drama. After a brutal act of domestic violence, Beth is left brain damaged and her husband Jake unhinged. Their families, aiming to care for them, become increasingly irrational, unlocking the play’s momentum and considerable dramatic power.

Gethin Anthony and Alexandra Dowling acquit themselves well as Jake and Beth. These are difficult roles and the temptation for shrillness isn’t fully controlled. Shepard is averse to sentimentality and makes it a struggle to empathise with these damaged figures. Nonetheless, Anthony and Dowling convey their characters as repositories of cumulative pain.

Gethin Anthony, Mike Lonsdale and Alexandra Dowling
Gethin Anthony, Robert Lonsdale and Alexandra Dowling

The couple’s siblings have problems too. Initially overshadowed by Jake’s instability, his brother and sister, played by Michael Fox and Laura Rogers, do well to build their roles, acting as foils for the increasing oddity around them. Meanwhile, Robert Lonsdale gives a cracking performance as Beth’s consoling and then avenging brother. Caught up in a maelstrom of metaphor, Lonsdale gives the role clarity.

Best of all are the older characters, portrayed with conviction and welcome humour by a skilled trio so that the play’s dated gender relations create fewer snags here. Shepard is too sophisticated to blame the parents for the sins or woes of the children, but a legacy of emotional repression is clear. Nancy Crane and Kate Fahy play the mothers – far too keen to have their kids back at home and infantilised. John Stahl gives a strong performance as Beth’s irascible father, whose tirade against ageing is one of the play’s finest moments.

Marshalling all this – and it’s a lot – is James Hillier’s direction. Some of Shepard’s dark humour isn’t transmitted and a firmer hand on histrionics with a little more work on accents would be welcome. But Hillier has created a stylish show, aided by live music from James Marples. The production appreciates Shepard’s extremes, giving his Americana a back seat to examine the topical subject of mental health. It’s a solid revival of a fascinating play.

Until 27 May 2017

www.southwarkplayhouse.co.uk

Photos by Lidia Crisafulli