Review Miss Julie

A perfectly pitched production of a 19th century playwright's pioneering drama thrills Peter Barker.

Miss Julie
by August Strindberg
Adapted by Howard Brenton
From a literal translation by Agnes Broomé

Danse Macabre
http://www.jermynstreettheatre.co.uk/

The daughter of a Swedish aristocratic gatescrashes the servants' midsummer eve's party on her father's country estate.

So begins a passionate and emotionally intense version of August Strindberg's one-act naturalist tragedy from 1888 in an adaptation by Howard Brenton.

The production starts with minute attention to detail. Valet Jean played by James Sheldon and Izabella Urbanowicz's cook, also his lover, carrying out their menial duties in a working kitchen.

Director Tom Littler carefully paces the show from this slow start to establish an atmosphere of tension and suppressed sexuality.

After the appearance of the young mistress, there is a skilful change of tone and quickening of pace as the deadly emotional dance between servant Jean and Miss Julie gathers momentum.

This is played out in the intimate surroundings of the Jermyn Street Theatre as the audience follows every move in Howard Brenton's three-hander adaptation of Strindberg's play.

Brenton keeps his adaptation in the 1880s, powerfully reflecting Strindberg's teasing out of class and gender within a tempestuous, short-lived relationship across the class divide with all its power shifts.

Charlotte Hamblin is the capricious coquette, almost a young predator until in a convincing switch we glimpse the vulnerability beneath.

As the employee, James Sheldon is a charismatic, handsome presence,  the couple swinging between antagonism and love. 

As the mistress of the kitchen and Jean's betrothed, Izabella Urbanowicz completes a trio of fine performances.

All of which is complemented, in a 90 minute drama in one location, by Louie Whitemore’s exquisite costumes and detailed set, suitably domestic and workaday in constrast to the emotionally violent scenes. Sound from Max Pappenheim adds to the powerful crescendo.

Miss Julie is an oft-performed play but the playwright, with director Littler and a cast extracting every nuance, refresh this Strindberg classic into a thrilling experience and it's a well-deserved green light.

Review The Dover Road

A polished production of a charming, whimsical play catches Francis Beckett's fancy and makes for a pleasurable evening, evocative of times past.

The Dover Road

by AA Milne

Before The Bear

Jermyn Street Theatre

In about 1920, two young couples, illicitly eloping, are on the road to Dover to pick up a ferry for France. One half of each couple is running away from an unhappy marriage. 

Their cars break down in suspiciously similar circumstances, and they find themselves seeking shelter in the splendid home of a monstrously rich and grotesquely self-satisfied man.  

He takes it upon himself to sort their lives out and it turns out – but no: in the unlikely event that you haven’t guessed, I won’t spoil it.

The Dover Road, written in 1921 and performed on New York's Broadway before a London production at the Theatre Royal Haymarket the following year, is a fairly predictable, light and gentle period piece. 

There’s nothing profound about it all, nothing of very great lasting significance, and it shows its age. “What’s a wife for if it isn’t to look after her husband?” asks one of the young women plaintively.

 

But if you have a soul and a sense of humour, and you care even a little about how our grandparents lived, it’s a nice evening in the theatre.  

It’s also a product of its theatrical time: Each of the characters is wealthy, two of them have titles, and most of all, the young men have no backstory; for the only backstory you could give a young man in 1920 was a hellish few years in the First World War trenches, watching his friends die like flies, feeling permanently guilty that he lived, unable to get out of his mind the horrors he has seen. 

But that was not what people went to the theatre for in 1922, and it was not what AA Milne gave them.

Take it for what it is – a gentle little comedy – and if well performed, it’s thoroughly enjoyable.  And in the tiny Jermyn Street Theatre, it is performed beautifully.

There’s a wonderful set designed by PJ McEvoy, realistic without being obtrusive, with well-judged pictures and colours. Director Nichola McAuliffe extracts every ounce of humour the script offers.  And there isn’t a weak link in the cast.

Two outstanding performances come from Patrick Ryecart as Mr Latimer, the rich man in whose house the play is set; and from Georgia Maguire as Anne, the brighter and tougher of the two young woman. Katrina Gibson does well as the other young woman, Eustasia, hampered by a script that requires her to be nurturing and clingy beyond belief.

Tom Durant-Pritchard and James Sheldon put in likeable and convincing performances as the two young men, Leonard and Nicholas respectively, and there’s a piano-playing butler, brought to marvellous and slightly sinister life by Stefan Bednarczyk, whom I last saw at the same theatre doing a one-man show ofFlanders and Swann songs.

Years later AA Milne went on to create Christopher Robin and Winnie-the-Pooh. Today few people remember that he ever did anything else, and his early plays have largely been forgotten. This one was well worth dragging out of obscurity.

 If you want theatre always to have profound significance or contemporary relevance, this isn’t for you. But if  taken on its own terms, for those who like this sort of thing, it's a good evening  and it gets a green light from a cheerful playgoer