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A Day in the
Death of Joe Egg, by Peter Nichols
Oxford
Playhouse, 29th August - 8th September 2001
For a play to use humour to challenge an audience's views on a serious
subject was not unusual in the sixties. Nor was it unusual for playwrights
to overturn the concept of theatre, blurring the boundaries between
audience and cast and questioning the idea of what constitutes a play.
Biting social satire is also fairly common in stage writing from that
decade. What sets A Day in the Death of Joe Egg apart, and
has led to its being revived with a star-studded cast some 40 years
on, is the skill with which these concepts are handled.
Peter Nichols' play manages to be both thought-provoking and funny,
while nevertheless remaining totally natural throughout, never lapsing
into uncomfortable cliché. The satire may perhaps seem rather
tame to modern audiences, but it still rarely becomes cloyingly obvious
or self-pityingly angry, a fault only too common in the work of other
60s satirists like Joe Orton. Also unlike Orton is the unpretentious
way in which Nichols explores meta-theatrical ideas. Never seeming
to try too hard to make his effect, his dialogue effortlessly bridges
the gap between the present, the past and the imaginary, and makes
the audience's transition from spectator to participant bewilderingly
hard to follow.
True, with a production of as high a calibre as this (on its way to
the West End as soon as it leaves Oxford) it is somewhat difficult
to determine whether the play's effect is due to the skill of the
playwright or the superlative quality of the cast. All five actors
turn in rivetingly characterized performances, capitalising on the
gentle humour of their roles without ever resorting to caricature
or farce. The assurance with which they handle Nichols' clever Act
II script, as he works to shift the audience's sympathies rapidly
from one character to another, is a wonderful display of ensemble
acting. Clive Owen is highly engaging as Bri, the disillusioned teacher
and father, making the hilarious most of his many funny lines while
evoking an almost painful sympathy. Victoria Hamilton, as his wife
Sheila, is also a delight to watch, creating a character who is thoroughly
approachable despite her emotional complexity.
Child handicap, and the effects which it can have on parents, family
and friends, may not seem the most cheerful of subjects for a play.
But the tragedy in A Day in the Death of Joe Egg is at once
sharpened and counteracted by liberal doses of heart-warming comedy.
This is theatre at its intelligent, witty best - a play which contrives
to entertain and instruct in equal measure.
Matthew Rogers, 30 / 8 / 01
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