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“Skeleton Crew” at the Donmar Warehouse

Marking the end of Michael Longhurst’s excellent tenure as artistic director, this UK première of Dominique Morisseau’s play is classy in two senses. The production is of the highest quality – director Matthew Xia is justly confident with the terrific script as well as his talented cast. And the subject matter might be said to be class – Skeleton Crew is a specific study of blue-collar workers in Detroit that is detailed, intelligent and moving.

The factory breakroom setting, with dramatic lighting and sound design (from Ciarán Cunningham and Nicola T Chang respectively), is an efficient forum for debates about unionism and moral dilemmas. As redundancy approaches for the characters, with the factory downsizing to the titular staffing levels, this working world might remind you of plays by Arthur Miller or Lynn Nottage, but Morisseau has her own voice – with plenty to say.

It is with its characters that Skeleton Crew excels. There are four heroes here – Dez, Faye, Reggie and Shanita – complex figures who are all magnificent creations. Although they present different approaches, with plenty of argument, none feels like a mouthpiece.

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Racheal Ofori and Branden Cook

Dez is struggling to set up his own business, his desperation leading to a brilliant plot point, while Shanita is pregnant, a literally growing cause for concern. In the roles, Branden Cook (an astonishing professional debut) and Racheal Ofori stand out, brilliantly revealing their characters’ complexities, making us care about them and adding wit. Reggie, the supervisor who knows first that the plant is closing, is a fantastic study in stress from Tobi Bamtefa, with a visceral performance full of fear, anger and confusion. The trio are figures of great dignity – proud about work, with a sense of purpose from productivity. And I haven’t yet mentioned Faye.

Long-serving union rep, friend and mentor to Reggie, Faye is the linchpin of the play. It is to the credit of all that she does not dominate the show. This could well be a career defining role for Pamela Nomvete, who gives a performance marked by clarity as well as power. Faye’s no-nonsense views and her care for others guide her colleagues – and the audience. But the character has problems, with a twist that brought tears to my eyes. Faye is not a victim – her insistence on this will give you goosebumps. But we are allowed to question whether that praiseworthy pride might also be damaging.

Morisseau can escalate tension with the best of them. But there’s also an interesting take on understatement that Xia is careful to preserve. Anti-climax is mentioned by Shanita, whose dreams (beautifully recounted by Ofori) add melancholic touches, while dramatic moments are curtailed for the sake of realism. And note that Faye doesn’t want Reggie to “write a happy ending” for her. There’s nothing twee in Skeleton Crew. Its power comes from how convincing it is. But how much I hope the future goes well for all its characters indicates how strong the piece is.

Until 24 August 2024

www.donmarwarehouse.com

Photos by Helen Murray

“The Southbury Child” at the Bridge Theatre

The nice surprise in Stephen Beresford’s new play is that it isn’t just a vehicle for Alex Jennings. Taking the lead as wayward vicar David Highland, Jennings is – as always – excellent. But the show boasts a superb ensemble, impeccably directed by Nicholas Hytner, who all make the most of a play that tries very hard.

The scenario comes (deliberately?) close to silly: the vicar puts his foot down about balloons in his church for the titular child’s funeral. All the fuss (about hot air) becomes serious because of social media. Threats are made and Beresford does well with menace. It turns out the real issue is “integrity” – unfortunately, it’s Jennings and not the script that makes this convincing.

It’s a neat enough central dilemma to work a drama around, in the style of Ibsen. Highland is a flawed character but still wants to take a stand. His long-suffering family, the church and the wider community are quick to accuse him of hypocrisy. Of course, that doesn’t change the strength of his argument. I’m just not sure the argument is that good in the first place.

Beresford looks at balance, questioning and compromise – or at least his characters say they want all this. These aims shouldn’t be a surprise… this is the Church of England. But too much time is taken over disgruntled views of the modern world and ‘woke’ culture. To be generous, it seems the motivation is comedy. But that humour is a problem.

There are laughs in The Southbury Child. Quite a few, actually. But the jokes are painfully effortful. The treatment of Londoners, the politically correct or class differences are all clichéd. You can see every punchline a mile off. And, when in doubt, Beresford just makes the vicar swear. Jokes are forced on characters and into a script that so wants to be funny it feels desperate.

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Phoebe Nicholls

Beresford tackles plenty of issues. All the characters are given a chance as adoption, adultery, alcoholism and gay marriage are mentioned. These lead to strong performances from Racheal Ofori and Jo Herbert as Highland’s daughters, while his wife, played by Phoebe Nicholls, is stunning. There are stumbles with the working-class characters (the family whose child is to be buried) but further excellent work from Josh Finan and Sarah Twomey, who take the parts. The acting is five-star quality.

Yet it feels as if characters are assigned problems to represent – so that we come close to ticking off a plan of action. It’s not that any of the scenes are bad, more that they add up to something both confused and rigidly planned. The play loses focus and spends a long time looking for topicality and offering cheap gags. There’s a point made – that life is messy. But the vicar wants to make a claim not for mess but – nuance – and The Southbury Child lacks that very quality.

Until 27 August 2022

www.bridgetheatre.co.uk

Photos by Manuel Harlan

“Rare Earth Mettle” at the Royal Court Theatre

Al Smith’s new play takes us to Bolivia, where tech tycoon Henry Finn and a doctor called Anna bid to mine valuable lithium. Know who your sympathies lie with? It turns out that the former’s electric cars could save the planet, while Anna’s public health project is an ethical nightmare. The dilemma is contrived – most of the plot is just to frame arguments – but the play and Smith’s characters are entertaining.

Arthur Darvill plays the parody of Elon Musk. It’s OK – it’s obvious as it’s well done. There’s a base gratification as clichés we expect are ticked off. Smith doesn’t have to be sensitive (could we feel sorry for this neuro-diverse character at some point?) and Darvill is wonderfully overblown. There’s help from a troupe of not-so-yes-men and women (including good performances from Marcello Cruz, Lesley Lemon and Racheal Ofori) just the right side of sycophancy.

Anna the NHS doctor (actually, Strategic Director of the National Institute for Health Research) is even better: a true frosty Brit with gorgeous elocution brought to the stage by Genevieve O’Reilly. With big plans, presented with frightening calm, bribery and blackmail are nothing to her. There’s a fanaticism that is fascinating. In a play that lacks surprises, I was hanging on to O’Reilly’s every word.

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Arthur Darvill and Jaye Griffiths

Smith is understandably anxious to make sure Bolivians in the play have their say. There’s time in the spotlight for Kimsa, admirably played by Carlo Albán, who lives on the valuable salt flat. And a fictional president, portrayed with conviction as well as cheek by Jaye Griffiths. It turns out both are canny politicians. If crowd-pleasing moments are wish fulfilment, it creates a good atmosphere. And plenty of questions are raised – about history and inequality – that are obviously important.

Issues aren’t scarce in this play. Rare Earth Mettle has an excess of ideas that are far from exhausted. Again, Henry first: his creative notions (credited to his messianic streak) could be challenging if explored more. With the Bolivian characters, there are big questions about the interests of an individual versus their community (local and ultimately global). It’s with our doctor that examining themes of responsibility sit easiest – after all, life and death decisions are literally her job.

The play isn’t short. But nor is it long enough to say a lot, given how much ground it covers. Plot and argument become rushed and too far-fetched. Silly is fine (it’s funny), but predictable is not and too much of the second half can be seen coming at the interval. Hamish Pirie’s direction doesn’t help much – like Moi Tran’s design, it’s inappropriately fussy. I’m not sure what snatches of dancing or a giant pendulum add. But plenty of laughs and strong performances make this an enjoyable play.

Until 18 December 2021

www.royalcourttheatre.com

Photos by Helen Murray

“Bach & Sons” at the Bridge Theatre

The biography of composer Johann Sebastian Bach that informs Nina Raine’s new play is interesting. And a star turn from Simon Russell Beale as the musical great makes this play entertaining. But, despite director Nicholas Hytner’s valiant efforts to tell the story, the playwright’s ambitions become a problem.

Raine and Russell Beale – he really is fantastic – make sure we enjoy a character both angry and vulnerable, with a sharp tongue and quick wit. An obsession with “order in all things” and his religiosity show a complex character. All good stuff. But the contrasts in Bach’s temperament find a too-fast parallel in discussions of his work.

The debate about life and art is held, noisily, with his sons – Wilhelm and Carl – composers moving into a new era and men living in their father’s shadow. But it’s the former, rather than a family drama, that is focused on. These sons almost disappear in the discussion Raine wants to start. And the ideas aren’t new or elaborated on particularly well. It’s only the sincerity in the delivery of the argument, from Samuel Blenkin and Douggie McMeekin, that makes any of this interesting.

Pandora Colin, Samuel Blenkin, Simon Russell Beale and Douggie McMeekin in Bach & Sons photo by Manuel Harlan
Pandora Colin, Samuel Blenkin, Simon Russell Beale and Douggie McMeekin

There is more Raine starts to investigate – the idea that a great artist doesn’t have to be a good man. It’s a notion that seems common sense to me but is increasingly debated, so input is welcome. Bach’s family suffers from his obsessions with telling the truth. His wives most of all. There are strong performances from Pandora Colin and Racheal Ofori as Mrs Bach 1 & 2. Raine has written fulsome roles that make these scenes more successful.

Raine tries to mix the high-flown ideas on art with down-to-earth comments (mostly about weight), but the efforts feel like a gesture. Saying one of Bach’s Passions was received like a “turd in a tureen” gets a laugh… but too briefly. Bach & Sons does build in power, there are moving moments with Russell Beale’s uncanny ability to show his character aging. But all the discussions of music and meaning, counterpoint and chaos, end up close to platitudes. The result is a piece that is disappointingly one note.

Until 11 September 2021

www.bridgetheatre.co.uk

Photos by Manuel Harlan