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Say
Nothing
at Traverse Theatre (Venue 15), Edinburgh
Brendan
O'Neill
I'll
try to describe what I have just seen.
Two
Irishmen dressed in suits standing precariously on a tiny square
patch of grass, which is balanced on a suitcase in front of a wall
of corrugated iron grafittoed with the words 'Decommission this.'
One of the men is in fact four people (Sally, Frank, Mary and Dave)
and the other man, Kevin, occasionally turns from a peace studies
student into a gibbering representative of the Irish Tourist Board.
When man number one becomes Frank (a loud, uncouth Belfast type),
Kevin pretends to masturbate furiously behind his map of Ireland.
Behind them a third man, dressed only in towel and balaclava, walks
past with a can of spray paint, but rather than add further graffiti
to the wall he sprays the paint into his mouth. The play ends with
Kevin and SallyFrankMaryDave disappearing into a puff of smoke.
Welcome
to the world of Ridiculusmus, Ireland's surreal theatrical double
act, which for the second year running is taking Edinburgh by storm.
Say Nothing doesn't have much of a storyline: Kevin has come to
Ireland to study for a PhD in peace and conflict studies. That's
about the extent of it. But the cast of striking, abrupt characters
and the bizarre, repetitive dialogue turn this 'story' into a piece
of mindblowing theatre.
The
piece opens with Jon Hough (one half of Ridiculusmus) playing Sally,
a fiftysomething Irish landlady, and David Woods (the other half
of Ridiculusmus) playing Kevin. Hough as Sally is remarkable - despite
wearing a suit and tie and having a short spiky haircut, he is utterly
convincing as an old Irish biddy - his facial expressions, his turn
of phrase, his insincerity will ring true with anyone who has hawked
around Ireland's B&Bs.
Kevin
tries to describe to Sally where he comes from in Britain, but Sally
only understands British towns and cities by reference to some TV
programme - so together they construct a map of Britain consisting
of Brookside (Liverpool), Melvyn Bragg country (Cumbria), Catherine
Cookson land (Yorkshire), EastEnders (London), Hollyoaks (Kevin:
'Hollyoaks? Where's that?' Sally: 'Hollyoaks'), and so on. Then
suddenly, Hough turns from Sally into Frank, a screaming, spitting
Belfast man, while Kevin pretends to masturbate behind his map.
If
the audience was confused by this, it was even more confused when
the two actors then went back to being Sally and Kevin, and re-did
the whole TV map of England dialogue again - word for word. But
this is the point of Ridiculusmus - to subvert the audience's expectations
of theatre and to examine the everyday through the surreal and ridiculous.
Say Nothing is an exploration of the reticence of life and politics
in Northern Ireland (the title is taken from the famous Northern
Ireland saying, 'whatever you say say nothing'), but not in the
bland, patronising, message-driven way that such things are normally
explored.
Instead,
Hough and Woods invent a cast of characters and a series of bizarre
encounters painting a picture of Northern Ireland as a mad place
which makes little sense. Which might be a tad insulting to people
in Northern Ireland (there have been complaints, apparently), but
it is a welcome change from the depiction of Northern Ireland as
a perennially depressing place populated by bitter men and defeated
women.
Ridiculusmus
sum themselves up as 'Attitude, Reality, Sensitivity, Edge, Focus,
Listen, Open, Play' - which abbreviates as ARSE FLOP. They have
been described as being 'for all those for whom The Fast Show and
Vic and Bob are too tame.' This is all true, but there is more to
it than that. There is something of Beckett in their attempt to
not only subvert the content of the traditional stage play, but
also to seek out new forms and 'ways of staging.'
Ridiculusmus
themselves quote Beckett as saying: 'there will be a new form, and
this form will be of such a type that it admits the chaos and does
not try to say that the chaos is really something else.' For an
understanding of how form can come from chaos, and to hoot with
laughter, go to see Ridiculusmus.
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