The Pride, Trafalgar Studios

After a series of musical theatre trips, it is perhaps unsurprising that I found The Pride to be so hard-hitting. Writer Alexi Kaye Campbell’s first play won a variety of awards in 2008. This Royal Court original graduated to the West End after rave reviews; it is a niche production that is perhaps better suited to the smaller boutique stage… but nonetheless makes a lasting impression at Trafalgar Studios.

On press night Trafalgar Square was buzzing, a petite red carpet flattered the egos of the celebrities in attendance and paparazzi flashed away. PR-wise this play could not arrive at a better time, poignantly outlining the injustices homosexuals have had to overcome, as Russia struggles with similar issues. There was certainly a feeling of protest in the air, cemented when the cast took their final curtain call with ‘To Russia With Love’ placards.

Sitting in the third row of the stalls I found the action on stage startlingly painful at times, and noticed myself audibly gasping… testament to the effective writing and powerful acting. The play alternates between 1958 and 2008, leaping between the two wildly different eras harshly addressing the changes in attitude to homosexuality. We are immediately thrown into the love triangle of ‘happily married’ Sylvia and Philip and their creative friend Oliver. It is intense from the very start, we soon learn that Philip is a deeply closeted gay man while Oliver is more comfortable with his orientation. It is a story of discovery and denial as the characters battle with their situations and complicated feelings.

Soutra Gilmour’s stark set allows the characters to always be the focus of our attention. A vintage glass wall is the only permanent feature, reflecting the ever changing sequences on stage. Hayley Atwell is stunning as Sylvia giving a piercing but nuanced performance, Al Weaver is natural and confident on stage, Harry Hadden-Paton is alarmingly sensitive and convincing and Mathew Horne is utterly hysterical, they make a great team and seem to genuinely enjoy interacting together.

If the topic doesn’t interest you particularly still go and see The Pride for the brilliant acting, wonderful direction and beautiful writing.

Continues until 9 November, book here.

www.thepridewestend.com

Love and Information, Royal Court

Love and Information is another surprise from Caryl Churchill’s box of tricks. At the age of 74 this incredible playwright is still producing unexpectedly imaginative and inquisitive theatre.

16 actors play 100 characters in more than 50 separate scenes. It all happens in less than two hours with no interval. The audience are bombarded – it feels like a last minute cramming session for a very stressful exam. It is alarming, and even as you grow used to the short sharp scenes, the slight feeling of seasickness does not ease. The play is intended to reflect our constantly busy lives, the overload of information we encounter, little of which makes a lasting impression.

I enjoyed it, but couldn’t help feeling a little short-changed that, as I left the theatre, I still had lots of unanswered questions. Most of the scenes show just two people in conversation, sometimes only a few lines, and others a few pages of text. As the production progressed I began to find the longer scenes boring, and strangely they often don’t give as much insight as the briefer interactions. It is a showcase of every emotion and personality type and the sixteen performers do a great job making each scene believable, constantly switching between roles.

Love and Information is an interesting work, securely and slickly executed. If you have a short attention span this is the show for you.

http://www.royalcourttheatre.com/whats-on/love-and-information

Birthday, Royal Court

Birthday is a weird and slightly perturbing play, then again considering Joe Penhall’s last show (Haunted Child), I wouldn’t expect anything less from this quirky playwright. Penhall challenges common conventions with this dark, humorous and twisted piece about childbirth, parenthood and gender.

Ed and Lisa are back in the banal maternity ward for the imminent birth of their second child. They are bored and fed up with only the view of the oppressive prison opposite to entertain them. Scarred from the complications with their first child, they are doing things differently this time round. Set on a swivelling spiral stage, the action whirls round to reveal a man in a hospital bed, nine months pregnant. This warped reverse world and reverse psychology certainly makes you think, and is so startling the audience sits upright in their seats for the full 95 minutes. Despite my distracting hayfever, I was completely engrossed in the production from start to finish.

Penhall was present in the delivery room for the birth of both his sons and it is clear from the writing that he has experienced childbirth firsthand. The writing and acting is certainly convincing – I began to wonder if male pregnancies were indeed physically possible. The action explores obvious male and female stereotyping and how the sexes are defined by their roles and duties. It is an illuminating piece illustrating perhaps how a man would and could deal with the trauma of childbirth and pregnancy and all the physical and emotional complications that come with this responsibility.

The modern clinical stage offers a stark backdrop for the play, the action is entirely set in one hospital room. The cast is made up of four talented actors, three of whom have interestingly previously taken substantial roles in TV hospital series, I particularly remember watching Louise Brealey in Casualty as a teenager. The Green Wing’s Stephen Mangan is a triumph as poor pregnant Ed, he suffers sarcasm and provides numerous laughs for the audience. His physical rendition is scarily realistic and his speech expressive, he is a pleasure to watch on stage. Lisa Dillon is a perfectly good actress though I find her a little artificial and irritating (I’ve seen her several times before), her tone of voice seems disingenuous and her manner is indifferent, she paled in comparison next to Mangan. There is some great support from Louise Brealey and Llewella Gideon as Natasha and Joyce, the overworked hospital staff. Gideon is hilariously sarky and fierce as the overly relaxed nurse, and I was thankful for Brealey’s occasional presence which offers a welcome break from the intense interchange between man and wife.

By the closing lines, I had almost got used to the idea of an impregnated man… and was certainly curious about its repercussions. Maybe one day it will be normal and Penhall’s play won’t be a study but an astonishing reality, in the meantime this is an interesting piece exploring the possibilities.

Birthday continues at the Royal Court until 4 August, book here.